While her best friend is off being a werewolf and imprinting on vampire guys, Bella has to deal with the aftermath, which wouldn't be so bad if Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen wasn't freaking stalking her. (JasperxBella & EdwardxJacob)
Contains explicit language, mentions of boyxboy and the general madness that is Bella and Jasper. Please proceed carefully.
In Folds
| it's gonna leave its marks somewhere |
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"You weren't at school today." Bella does not have a heart attack.
No.
Her heart just plummets all the way to her feet and really, she should get that checked out, because that's certainly not where it's supposed to be (preferably by Dr. Cullen because that always sounds fun).
"Why are you here?" She tries to keep her voice detached, but her heart still hasn't made a comeback yet and it's beating somewhere around her body which it really shouldn't be.
Bella really wonders why, in her world, vampires don't actually need an invitation to lay on your bed like some abstract Greek God.
"Would you believe me if I said I missed talking with you?" No, she would not. She drops her backpack on her desk chair and crosses her arms over her chest with a raised eyebrow in his direction.
"You want to talk? Sure, let's talk. Let's talk about the fact that you broke into my house, again. That you decided that my bed is yours to use, again." Or the fact that she almost peed her pants at the sight of said occupied bed by a vampire who's newly converted to the animal only diet and that he could snap at any moment and, well, kill her.
"It's so nice to hear your voice after such a strenuous day, Bells. I don't know what I would do without you." He doesn't sound sincere and he isn't.
"Let's cut to the chase and admit that Edward and Jacob are going at it like bunnies in your house right now and that you were just sick and tired of feeling it because you're a sociopathic empath and can't help the hard-on you get." He grins then and it's positively the most frightening thing Bella has ever witnessed in her seventeen years on this earth.
"God, sometimes I forget that under your blank stare and dull appearance you're actually clever." She skillfully dodges the jab he sends her way. It wouldn't be a normal day in Forks if Jasper didn't comment on the way she looks.
Bella has no option, none that are viable anyways. Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen, whatever, won't budge and she can't exactly throw him out without breaking an arm or what remains of her sanity.
He snuggles into her blanket, successfully messing up her once perfectly made bed and she shrugs her shoulders because it's Tuesday and that's supposed to mean something dammit.
"So…" She finally says after a while, her heart somewhat taking back its rightful place in her body. "What do you want to watch today?" She powers on her laptop and listens to the sound it makes, carrying it over to the bed and plopping down next to him.
(yes, next to the vampire, the one that could rip apart her jugular and blame it on an animal attack, that vampire, the very mentally unstable one who should not look so good sprawled on her bed in nothing but jeans and a shirt).
"I really enjoy the Vampire Diaries these days." And when he smiles at her – it's evil and creepy and maybe a tad attractive because it's Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen and of course it's attractive – and she snorts (because it's better than cowering in fear or trying to explain to her father why she felt the need to run away from the house and all the way to the police station).
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Bella isn't stupid (she's a little quirky, a lot of clumsy and stressed, but her best friend just pulled a Romeo and Juliet with a vampire and is currently making her deal with the aftermath of his stupid decision making – so excuse you for judging her because if you had to deal with just half of the shit she goes through daily, you'd be stressed too and that doesn't help her clumsiness at all).
When Jacob Black – her best friend who's she's known since she was two and was actually in the hospital the day his mother gave birth to him, yeah, they are that type of friends – pulls her away from her math class and drags her all the way to Forks' only Diner and announces;
"I'm a werewolf." Bella really wants to look surprised, but that fails miserably.
Bella isn't stupid and sucks at pretending, so she nods her head at her best friend and doesn't ask if he's been consuming recreational drugs.
"Yeah, I know." He's the one who looks stunned.
"What do you mean; you know?" She plays with the paper of her straw, tears it into a few pieces and balls them up with her thumb.
"Well, I mean, you and the Cullens aren't very subtle about it. You literally growled at Alice Cullen the other day and she threatened to bite you." One day, Jacob is Jacob, he's that adorable and awkward kid she grew up with.
And the next he's this hot, sexy stud who travels everywhere with his motorcycle and goes cliff diving with Sam Uley and if that doesn't spell out werewolf, then she really doesn't know what else does.
"You figured it out, just like that?" She nods.
"Like I said, you and subtlety don't work in a sentence." And it's unfair because when Bella experiences her growth spurt, she has acne and her already small breast push from a very small A to an only slightly bigger A and most of her clothes come from the kid's section because she's that flat and skinny.
Jacob eyes her like she's crazy and she would very much like to remind him that he's the one who dragged her here when she should be in school and he'll be the one explaining her absence to Charlie.
"Okay." He finally concedes with a shrug of his shoulders. "I actually thought that would be the hard part…" Because there's more, of course there's more. "I imprinted." Her left eye twitches. "It's kind of like mating, there's a soulmate out there for you and when you find them, you imprint on them. So, that happened and I imprinted – on a guy." Does she have to congratulate him, no, really, is there a protocol for this? "And that guy is a vampire." She nods, taking a sip of water. "And that vampire guy is Edward Cullen."
Bella chokes and has to bang repeatedly on her chest just to make sure there's air in her lungs so she can breathe. Jacob sends her that look that clearly says 'really, that's when you react' and starts slapping her back when tears form in her eyes.
That's when it truly starts, the madness in her life. She remembers to blame Jacob for it every day and will continue to do so until she's six feet under and even then, she promises to come back and haunt his ass and cock block him until he has blue balls and he realizes that he's stuck with her ghost for all eternity – she loves him that much.
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Bella is human. She's Switzerland. She's neutral (that's code for hating every vampire and werewolf from a ten feet radius which means she hates a lot) and Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen, seriously dude, just pick one, finds it hilarious to torment her because he's that old and he wants to 'impart' his wisdom on the lesser being, lesser being as in her.
"They said you figured it out." It's a horribly awful meeting and she has to sit through two of those.
The first one is at the Rez and it's fine because she grew up with all of them, has spent entire summers with Jake and Embry and Quil running around La Push beach while her father and Billy have been fishing and do manly stuff together.
They are all relieved that she's one of them now and not thrilled with Jacob's mate – at all.
She isn't actually required for the second meeting - the one with the hot Dr. Cullen and his equally sexy wife - but Jacob sort of makes her tag along – 'forces' – because it's awkward and there's plenty of complications like Jacob would probably go crazy and die if he doesn't have lots of sex with Edward soon and Billy looks more than a little put off and Bella wants to throw up and probably looks like she's about to because Dr. Cullen offers her a brown paper bag and she doesn't, but she comes really fucking close.
"Yep." It's the first time she directly speaks to Jasper. She's had a few run ins with Alice, she's in two of her classes, and she shares a biology desk with Edward and that's pretty much it.
The other three, Jasper and Rosalie and Emmett, she's only gazed at from afar and now that it's confirmed there are vampires, Bella would appreciate it if it stayed that way.
It obviously won't, if the curious smirk Jasper sends her is anything to go by (like she thought, Jacob should be ready to live with a pissed off ghost because she's already planning her funeral and every possible way to torture him).
"How come you were able to figure it and no one else put the pieces together." She's pretty sure that part isn't meant for her. It doesn't even sound like a question, but Bella snorts anyways and shoves a foot in her mouth like she always does.
"I love Forks, but the gene pool is a little shallow." It's a pretty small box and not a lot of crayons are sharp in there. Most of the people here, she's grown up with, has known since she was in diapers (Mike Newton has strange obsession with her and Lauren, she doesn't want to think about Lauren because her name is synonymous with STD and that's just gross).
For a second, there's no readable expression on his face, but eventually, he blinks – and do vampires even need to blink, she files that question away for later – and Bella finally understands what true horror is.
Horror is when Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen smiles at you with amusement (don't take a page from her book and just run away, run very far away, take your passport and get the hell out of dodge because whatever you think you know about vampires does not apply to him).
"You're more interesting than I thought." She makes a mental note to have that engraved on her tombstone, right next to loving daughter and devoted friend. Jacob will pay for a really fancy one.
Stupid werewolf.
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Bella breaks her arm.
Not that it should surprise anyone.
She does fall off her roof that one time because she's trying to retrieve her Frisbee and has to spend the entire holidays with a cast on her leg and Jacob laughing his ass off when he asks her to pass the turkey.
But, this time, it isn't actually her fault.
It's a direct result of being the only human surrounded by freaking werewolves and vampires and their stupid taunts at each other and the growling and the threats and Edward and Jacob having sex on every single piece of furniture in the Cullen household.
One of their fights gets out of hand – Jacob and Edward are basically the Ike and Tina Turner of the supernatural world, so dysfunctional she hopes they never breed – and there's an actual table flying towards her and she uses her right arm to protect herself and there, a broken arm.
She's very high on painkillers and gets to spend some alone time with Dr. Cullen and that's the only reason she doesn't steal one of her father's gun and shoot both Jacob and Edward in the head – but she sure as hell doesn't forgive them.
Come Saturday, Bella's pissed and tired and maybe a bit too high on painkillers, so when someone knocks on their kitchen door, her patience is very, very – she can't stress the word – very thin.
But that's all soon forgotten when the door swings open and Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen stands on her porch, with his most innocent look and a basket filled with pastries and treats.
Her father appears behind her, decked out in his police uniform and raises an eyebrow at the blonde teen who almost looks normal – and hot, he looks hot and man, those pain killers are weird.
"Hi, Bella." She narrows her eyes. "Chief Swan. I'm Jasper Hale, one of the Cullen's adopted kids." Charlie nods with what looks to be recognition, but remains silent.
(he has a seventeen-year-old daughter with a broken arm and there's a boy who looks like sex on legs standing there looking innocent and her father's a little possessive and a little threatening, but he just loves her and she loves him and the way he displays that firearm at anyone who comes close to her).
This should be awkward, but awkward isn't in Jasper's vocabulary.
"My mother, she made you a get-well basket." He offers as an explanation. "There are muffins and pastries and even an Italian Soda that she said are good with those, but I sort of lost track after a while."
That's a lie, he probably remembers it perfectly, but it's meant to make her father smile because teenage boys aren't supposed to know that. Charlie nods like he understands – women and their whimsy and finally moves to the side, the silent way to invite him in.
"Come on in, son. You can drop that basket on the kitchen table." And Jasper sends a sweet smile her way before coming inside her house and she thinks it's the first time he's actually been invited.
Bella never had a plan for the apocalypse, but it's Jasper and he's being polite and knocking on doors and chatting with her father and offering up baskets that are suited for queens – she's pretty sure there are no signs of the Umbrella Corporation around, but then again you can never be too sure with Forks –
It's the end of the world and she's stuck with fucking Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen and Jacob is probably having aggressive sex with Edward and it just doesn't make sense anymore.
"Okay, Bells. I have to head out to the station, you know the rules." She blinks. "No boys allowed upstairs, but you can hang out the living room." She didn't even know she had rules and Jacob is allowed upstairs so that doesn't make a lot of sense, but Charlie has known Jacob since he was in his mother's womb so that apparently makes it okay. "Have a good day you two." He waves off, sending another glance over his shoulder.
"Bella, I think you're having a panic attack. Since you're human, I think you should, you know, breathe." She doesn't even remember how to do that.
Her arm is broken and her best friend is a werewolf who's probably shoving his dick up a vampire's ass and she doesn't even want to imagine the other possibility and she has a stalker who's befriended her father and just how many puppies did she kick in a previous life to deserve all of this?
And then, if her life isn't complicated enough, Jasper Hale-Whitlock-Cullen goes and does something that should've never happened –
He kisses her (hello, my name is Bella, my life is a dumpster fire and I'm not available right now because I'm being molested by my sexy vampire stalker, so please leave your message after the beep and Jacob, be ready, I want an expensive coffin).
a/n: So... what do you think? I'd try to explain, but I can't so this is what it is. It could be read as a one shot or I could add onto it, so let me know if you would like some more and if you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!