Irrevocably Yours

Alice & Jasper

Preface:

I could feel the metal dig into my thigh, felt it tear the skin as he shoved me against the fence. I barely felt the impact when my face hit the asphalt, barely felt the impact of the soles of their shoes, hitting me, kicking me in the stomach, my ribs, my face... There was only dull pain in the back of my head, taking over, consuming me. Then darkness...and pain. Red spots everywhere. It hurt. Dark...

Chapter 1 – Alice POV

"Oh crap..." I whispered frantically when I saw them walking up to me. One of them was dribbling a basketball, non-chalantly letting the ball bounce back and forth between his hand only to make it spring up over his head and catch it again.

To anyone else this might've looked completely harmless, just some guys walking up to a girl they knew, maybe showing off their sports skills. But I knew so much better. Guys were there to make my life a living hell, I knew that for that precise moment the ball hit me in the chest, hard. "Oopsie..." one of them snickered. He bared his teeth in a mocking grin. "Yeah...how rude!" My stomach this time. The pain shot up my torso, the strong urge to throw up now overwhelmingly present. I felt so helpless, so angry and so humiliated at the same time. I had to get out of here right now, or I would end up in the hospital, of that I was positive.
So I took a deep breath, and then I ran for my life. Ran until my stomach felt like it was on fire, ran until I was breathing so fast I was sure I was going to pass out from exhaustion. I knew I had only managed to escape them because I had taken them by surprise -they could have outrun me so easily.

Still holding my sides and mostly concentrating on not going into hyperventilation, I walked on and on for what felt like hours. I hadn't even noticed that the sun had set and it was getting darker by the minute. Light rain was tickling the skin on my arms, sending chills up and down my spine. I wrapped my arms around my torso, as if trying to hold myself together. How ridiculous I thought to myself. As if I could fall apart any more, as if anything could do more harm that what I've had to endure all my life long. I had always been the punch ball, the aim of every attack. Men had hit, humiliated, hurt me, all my life. But it wasn't like I deserved any better than what I was getting, as if I was worth anything. Like so many times before, I wished desperately to never have been born. Wished, so badly.

The bus stop on the other side of the road was only about 3 yards away from me. Why not? I decided. Might as well...
When I got on the bus it was completely empty except for an elderly lady who took in my attire in disapproval. I shrugged. Guess I didn't look too appealing after what had just happened.

With a deep sigh, I flopped myself onto a seat in the very back, completely absorbed in my own thoughts again.
At the next stop, the old lady got up from her seat and in came a guy around my age. I automatically stiffened. NO! Please, no...Please decide you got on the wrong bus, please don't see me... I found myself panicking, shrinking in my seat and praying to God that he wouldn't see me, that he would go sit in the front row and leave me alone.
But my prayers weren't heard. He kept walking down the aisle, kept coming closer to where I was sitting. I took a shaky breath in a rather pathetic attempt to calm myself down. Maybe he didn't even see you. Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe he just likes sitting in the back for...some reason. Okay, I officially sucked at this. Why on earth would a guy like him want to sit in the back? He looked like the popular type; extremely good-looking, brand clothes, a certain confidence to his steps...
And then he smiled at me. Smiled a completely breathtaking, radiant smile. I was pretty sure my heart skipped a beat or two just then. Had he really just smiled...at me? I turned around, to make sure there wasn't anyone behind me, but all I saw was a single street lamp that was getting smaller and smaller as the bus rolled down the road. I looked up to see if he had sat down yet, and there he was, studying my face intently, like he was trying to decide something. Never, never in my entire life had a guy smiled at me like that. Like he actually meant it. I was still trying to figure out what on earth had just happened when a velvety voice interrupted my musings. "Hey." Was...was he saying hi? To me?! His face was expectant, like he was waiting for an answer. Say something, you moron! Quick...come on! I was willing my brain to function. "H..h..hi." I said breathlessly.
"I'm sorry if I scared you" he apologized, his voice satiny smooth. And his eyes! They were the most unusual color of brown I had ever seen, a honey-like gold with little sprinkles of green. Beautiful."I „I was just going to ask you if you're okay. You looked kinda...I don't know... Kinda sad." he finished with a helpless smile.
"I'm fine." I lied. "Thanks for asking though." There. That was pretty normal-sounding, right? I tried a weak grin in his direction, which he answered with a dazzling smile, sending my head spinning, again.
"Well, this is my stop, so..." he trailed off, clearly not knowing what to say.
"Yeah, I... bye." I stuttered, and immediately could have slapped myself when he gave me a last, angelic smile and walked off, leaving me all to myself. You should have at least asked him for his name! The voice in my head griped. He was perfectly happy to leave though, why would he wanna tell me his name anyway? Freak, remember? It was him who sat in front of you though! Him who smiled at you, talked to you! The voice protested. Yeah, right. Like someone in their right mind would do any of that out of their own free will. He's probably just an unhealthily gracious person and that was his good deed for the week. Or, of course, his friends dared him to talk to the freak and are now having a blast laughing about how I actually thought he meant it.That would figure.
But as hard as I tried to get his beautiful face out of my head, I couldn't stop thinking about him all week -I just couldn't help myself. His anxious honey eyes were in my every thought, his satiny voice echoing in my memory.
I had to see him again.

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A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first try, so please be nice :) I'm not sure yet if I like it better as a A&J or E&B. Tell me what you think! Also, would you prefer shorter chapters (like this one) and more frequent updates or longer chapters with both Alice and Jasper POV and not-so-frequent updates?

Anyways, Let me know what you think! Review, please. Pretty please :)

Loves,

Charlotte