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Jasper/Bella Edward and Bella were a good couple. Good, but not perfect. Although he could sometimes make her happy, it often came with suffering. Surprisingly, there was somebody else. Somebody that nobody ever thought would complete Bella. Jasper. It was perhaps once destiny for Edward and Bella to be together. However, who says destiny can't change?

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.

It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations:

It is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

-Honore de Balzac

DESTINY'S CHANGE

CHAPTER ONE

Bella's POV

"Oh, come on Edward!" I begged. We were in his room, sitting on his bed.

"Bella," he sighed. "You know that I won't do it. That I can't do it."

"Why not?"

"You know why. I told you earlier." Dear God. Not this again.

"Everybody else our age do it."

"We're not like everybody else."

"Please," I murmured, lowering my voice. "For me? Let's try it once. Please. Just once." Leaning closer to him, I cupped his cheek with one hand, whilst the other snaked around his waist. Carefully, as to not scare him away, I met his lips with my own. Although he joined in, there was no passion, and he ended it after a few seconds. With his hands on my shoulders, he gently pushed me way. He was so irritatingly stubborn!

"No. We can't have sex. That's final."

"You actually did it again," I said, my voice wavering. "You're saying no again. I'm sick of it."

"It's for you. I don't want to hurt you, love." Really? Well, he was hurting me now. Maybe not on the outside, but it definitely was striking me on the inside.

"Don't call me 'love'. If you loved me, you'd do this for me. I know that you won't hurt me." I attempted to bring his lips to mine again, yet he turned his face away. Desperately, I touched his arm, trying to pull him closer, but to my surprise, he released me, and moved back.

Rejection. He was rejecting me.

"I do love you, but... I can't. I just can't." He noticed the hurt look on my face, and reached out to me, saying, "Darling, I didn't mean - "

"Don't touch me!" I hissed, swatting his arm away. In my head, I knew that I was probably acting ridiculous, but it really offended me. I simply wanted one thing from him, yet he would never give it to me. He made me feel cheap. I'd practically thrown myself at him and he didn't want me. I bet that I wasn't 'sexy' enough to meet his standards.

Of course. There were plenty of beautiful girls that would be more than willing to be with him. I couldn't even compare.

Was there something so wrong with wanting to be like a normal couple? Usually, guys are the ones that want sex. Every time that he rejected me, it was a huge blow. As well as putting me down, it also humiliated me. It wasn't that I didn't love him. Honestly, I did. It's just that I yearned for his body too. It's selfish of me, I know, but I couldn't help it.

"Bella..."

"Just leave me alone," I choked. Oh no. Tears were threatening to make an appearance, and that definitely wouldn't have been a pretty sight. Shoving myself off of the bed, I rushed out of the room. I sensed him coming up behind me. "Don't follow me." He continued to do so anyway. "Don't," I warned. "I told you to leave me alone!" I screamed at him, dashing down the stairs, a huge scene being made, until I bolted out of the door.

If he wanted to, he could have easily caught up to me. Although I was running as fast as was capable of me, Edward would always be able to catch up. Obviously. He's a vampire. Despite his super speed, I needed to get away. I was making my way to my truck, until I realised something. Edward was the one to drive us here earlier in his car. My truck waited for me at home.

As I came to a stop, the wind whipped against my face, with rain smashing down on me, and - Oh, great. I could feel the waterworks running. I must've looked like a mess. Salty tears mixed with the rain, which moistened my face, ruining my mascara. The black mess dribbled down my cheeks. I had red eyes, a bad attitude, and my hair was now drenched, sticking to my face. I kicked the damp stones on the ground. Could things get any worse?

"Bella?" a voice called. Apparently they could. I couldn't even talk to Edward right now. He always did this to me. Always made me feel ashamed, and unwanted. Always! I was so tired of how he acted. Turning around, I shouted against the noise.

"Don't come near me Edward! I don't want to talk to - "

"Bella, calm down, it's me."

"Jasper," I gasped, fear striking me at being seen like this. How could I mistake him for my boyfriend?

"What's going on?" he asked. Biting my lip, I glanced up at his worried expression, and then back at the house. Edward stood at the window upstairs, looking down on me, with furrowed eyebrows. He would be able to hear what I was saying, along with whatever Jasper was thinking.

"Well," I paused, trying to find the words. "It's nothing. Excuse me." I trudged past, deciding I'd just walk home if I had to. Confused, Jasper gazed up towards where he'd seen me looking, and noticed Edward. Then, he realised that my truck wasn't where it usually was when I came to visit.

"Hey Bella," he called. "Need a lift?"

No way. I assumed that he was going to call Edward to take me, and that was definitely not an option that I was willing to accept right now. I shook my head politely, forcing a kind expression to appear on my face, even if he could see through it.

"I'm fine with walking."

"Don't be like that. It's pouring. C'mon, I'll take you." Well, in that case, it would've been idiotic of me to refuse the offer.

"Alright." I walked back towards him, and we made our way to his car.

He drove slowly, which was unlike how the Cullens usually did. It was a silent journey. He clearly knew that I was upset. You didn't need Jasper's special abilities to be able to read that emotion from me. However, he respectfully didn't make any comments, during my quiet recovery. Calmness washed over me. I could tell it was his doing, but I didn't mind that he was manipulating how I felt. I actually appreciated it.

Soon, we were at my house, yet I wasn't aware of it. I'd been too deep in thought. I was woken back to reality when he stepped out and opened the door for me.

"Thanks, Jasper," I smiled. A real smile. Not a fake one. I genuinely smiled up at him. His small gesture had made me feel much better.

"It's no problem," he replied, returning the pleased expression. He was surprised with my change in emotion. Although he'd made me calmer on purpose, he hadn't tried making me happier. He knew that I didn't want to have happiness forced upon me.

The weather still hadn't lightened, so I quickly asked, "Would you like to come inside for a while?"

"I better head back. Thank you for the offer." His response was immediate, and I'd expected it from him.

"It's the least that I can do. Please, come in. Charlie's not home yet." Sensing that I was serious, he hesitated.

"If you insist," he agreed, smiling. I'd barely ever seen him smile. This made me grin, as we rushed into the house, escaping the hazardous storm. I entered my kitchen, with him following behind, and I washed my face. The disgusting makeup on my face was tar dripping from my eyes.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" I asked, as he sat on a stool.

"I think you're forgetting who I am," he smirked. Who he is? Well. He was Jasper. Edward's brother. One of the members of the Cullen family... Oh my God. Realisation smacked me in the face, making my eyes widen.

"Sorry. That was a seriously stupid question. Just remembered you're a vampire." He laughed it off, leaving me feeling a bit foolish.

I noticed his hair. Honey. His hair reminded me of honey. Although he generally had quite a cold personality, his hair appeared to be a warm colour. Warm and dripping. Oops. I'd forgotten about the rain.

"I'll get a towel." When I returned with the fluffy fabric in hand, I passed it to him. Looking amused, he dried his hair.

"Are you forgetting something?"

"Huh?" Before I could even think about it, he'd disappeared from my sight. "Jasper?"

"Boo," a voice from behind surprised me. As I turned, he plopped the towel onto my head, hiding my vision.

"Oh, yeah," I laughed. I'd forgotten to dry myself. My memory sure was poor recently.

For a while, we sat in the kitchen. Somehow, we ended up talking on and on about all sorts. It turned out, Jasper and I actually had a lot in common. For instance, we both had an interest in reading and listening to music, preferring to keep to ourselves. Jasper and I were both introverts. Although, whilst I enjoyed cooking, he liked to eat. I, again, made the mistake to offer him to try out my cooking one day. This time, we both ended up cracking up in laughter, knowing that he wasn't able to eat normal meals. How could I have forgotten so quickly?

The point is, we were comfortable together. All we did was talk. Whilst we both were so interested in our own conversation, we lost track of the minutes. They stretched, and we found that we'd been together for nearly three hours now.

"So," he trailed, taking advantage of my better mood. "Do you want to talk about why you're so angry with Edward?"

"Well..." I tried to find the right way of saying it. I felt like I could tell Jasper anything. In the past, we were always so awkward, but it seemed that we'd overcome this invisible barrier between us. I could see us becoming friends. Did I really want to tell him about this though? My sex life was private. Well, there wasn't exactly much to share anyway, since Edward continually refused to do anything.

"You're embarrassed," he stated, cocking his head to the side. I felt my cheeks redden in shame. Anger began boiling up in the pit of my stomach again, remembering how Edward had rejected me yet another time. The thing is, I've never been exactly great with my emotions. I often get very confused with how to express my feelings, particularly when I'm cross. As a result, I often end up crying when all I want to do is shout. As I became more irritated, I felt my eyes welling up for the second time today. These unwanted tears would frustrate me further, creating even more tears. Seriously, how am I supposed to deal with that?

"Are there ever any times when Alice has really wanted something from you, but you wouldn't give it to her?" I carefully tried to phrase my words, attempting to get Edward out of my mind. Jasper thought about it for a few moments.

"No. Not that I recall. So, Edward's not giving you something?"

"I guess you could put it like that," I chuckled drily.

"We are all quite wealthy, so I can't really imagine something that he wouldn't give to - Wait!" He studied my face. "Could you possibly mean...?" My sight shied away, towards my toes.

"Yeah." He didn't say anything, and I was worried that he'd think I was being selfish. I glanced up at him through my blurred eyelashes, and was shocked at what I saw. He was grinning, attempting to stifle his laughs. When he saw me looking at him, guffaws exploded from his mouth, echoing across the house.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he wheezed, recovering. "It's just, isn't it meant to be the other way round? Edward should be the one that wants it. Not you."

"Yeah, yeah. I know!" I pouted in mock annoyance. I was quite relieved with his reaction though. It was better than him thinking I was some spoilt brat.

"Anyways, I better head back now," he said, his amusement slowly dying down. "I can't believe it's already getting dark. Thanks for inviting me in." I found that I'd actually enjoyed being with Jasper. He was usually so quiet in the short times that I've been in his presence. Hopefully, I would get to know him more. I liked being with him today; I almost didn't want him to leave.

"Anytime."

"Bella."

"Yeah?"

"Don't keep Edward waiting too long. Go back and see him soon. He's probably beating himself up right now over this. Put the poor guy out of his misery." Reluctantly, I promised I would. "Actually," he added, "why don't you come back now?" I knew that I had acted silly, and as much as I didn't want to, I agreed to come back.

Sighing, I replied, "Alright."

As we walked towards the door, Jasper said, "Charlie's home." He glanced at my face, seeming to frown. A few seconds later, keys rattled about in the lock, and the TV in the next room turned on. Peeking inside the living room, I saw Jasper standing inside.

"Was that you?" I asked him.

"Mhm. You'll see why."

Tired, my dad came through the door, looking exhausted.

"I'm home! What's for din - Bells! Why are you crying?" Charlie rushed over, concern clear on his face. Oh crap. I'd cried again, hadn't I? Beginning to panic, I quickly wiped my face, as my mind began to ramble through different excuses to say.

"Hi Charlie," Jasper greeted, making his presence known.

"What happened to her? Was it Edward? Did he do something?" he bombarded him with questions.

"No, dad I - "

"I'm sorry. I'm the one to blame," Jasper interrupted. What? What? Seriously, where was he going with this? "You see," he carried on, as if it were a normal conversation, "Alice and I came over to spend some time with Bella, and I suggested that we watch TV. We settled with The Fault In Our Stars."

"And?" Charlie impatiently rushed him.

"And I didn't know that Bella could get emotional by watching a movie."

"A movie?" he frowned, glancing at Bella. "You're upset about a movie?" Sheepishly, I nodded. He noticed then that the TV was indeed on in the living room. I never realised how sly Jasper was.

"Alright then. Man up, Bella," he joked, patting me on the shoulder. "I never knew that you were such a softie. Where's Alice?"

"She left just a few minutes ago when the movie finished," I lied, feeling like I hadn't said enough.

"We were just about to visit Edward, so that Bella could cheer up a bit." He smiled. What a skilled liar he was. So smooth.

"Ah, alright. Say hello to Alice for me. Have fun, kids." Wow. He actually believed us.

"Bye, dad!"

This time, I headed for my truck.

"Don't be a stranger," Jasper laughed. "Edward will give you a ride when you want to go back. Come in my car."

Unlike most of the times that we've usually talked, being together wasn't awkward. I guess that we had just needed to spend a bit more time together, and get to know each other more. Now, we didn't drive in silence. We had a comfortable conversation.

"So, why'd you mention Alice?" I asked.

He smiled, saying, "Your dad's emotions got a bit crazy, when he saw me. I figured he liked Alice, so it would've been fine if you were alone with Alice too."

"Mm, smart thinking," I agreed, nodding. I knew how overprotective Charlie could get. We talked on and on for ages, finding out all sorts of weird things about each other. Before we knew it, we were reaching the house. A bit of disappointment tugged at me. Obviously, Jasper sensed that.

"We should hang out more," he suggested.

Grinning at the idea, I said, "Yeah, we should." We could become friends.

And then, I was suddenly nervous. I didn't know how I would face Edward. What if he was angry with me? Maybe he didn't even want to see me now. Jasper parked the car, and within a second of our arrival, Edward was already standing next to us with a pained expression.

Okay. I could do this. I'd be fine. I began to calm down, and I knew that Jasper was helping me out.