1Hello there!

Well, I discontinued Lovers Die Trying because it sucked.

And I hope this doesn't suck. And honestly, I think it's going pretty well.

Now for some warnings!

WARNING:

If you don't like lemons, Bella/Jasper, lots of cursing GO AWAY.

It's not me, it's you, sorry.

Disclaimer:

I don't own these characters. I just think they're hot.

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"With Edward 3 Bbl!"

Fucking bitch.

I cannot stand that bitch of Tanya Denali.

The only time she's ever fucking away is when she's having sex in her basement. Be back later mean's she's doing it in her mom's room. Disgusting piece of shit.

I mean, I don't blame the slut. Edward's a fucking GOD. And I know everyone says it, but Jesus Christ, he is.

But he's a goddamn player, too.

And I'm Innocent Pussy Bella who can't get fucked by anyone other than Jasper.

Yet he's always running off to do the nasty with Alice when I'm at Florida with Renee.

Which is often.

You can call our relationship pretty open. He's still my boyfriend, but he still fucks Alice. And he knows that I know that, too.

It's all fucked up.

So, as I'm staring blankly at my IM from Jasper, I'm a bit out of it.

BABY! He types enthusiastically. No wonder he loves the little bitch.

What do you want, Jas?

I'm hoping you'd accept my offer of coming over, darling.

I roll my eyes. I'm not in the mood, but okay. Alright. I'll be there in a bit.

Jasper is quick to answer. Typical. Bring something sexy to wear. Since you always do. Bye, sexy.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"Aw, Christ, Jasper! You didn't have to do this for me." I glanced around the room, seeing candles around the room. It was extremely corny, but sweet. I couldn't help but think how it would be if Edward Cullen did this for me as Jasper's lips came up to mine.

I ignored these thoughts, wrapping my hands around his neck.

I wore a tank top and shorts. Underneath, just as he wished, I was wearing. revealing lingerie Alice and her sidekick, Rosalie, had bought me for my birthday.

"Fuck." I muttered as he ripped off my clothes and underwear, kneading my nipples.

Jasper quickly undressed, one hand still on my nipple. When he revealed to me his member, he wasted no time and pounded into me.

"Jesus. Christ. Jasper." I grunted as he fucked me. My head rolled back onto the pillow as he sucked on my neck.

Of course, I was always the one to come first, and as I waited for him to finish his deed, I saw my phone flash, as it was on silent.

Probably Charlie. That fucker probably wants some food.

I counted the seconds until Jasper moaned into my neck. Twelve.

He kissed my cheek and smiled weakly.

"I'm going to take a shower, you comin'?"

I shook my head, giving him a half-smile. "Go, you smelly fuck."

Jasper chuckled, walking towards his bathroom. "Nice ass." I called to him as he threw a grin in my direction.

Sometimes, I think I would actually love him if he were actually committed to me and not just for the fucking.

And sometimes, I wished that Alice didn't exist.

But I could never hope that actually happen.

Because she's just an amazing fucking friend.

And I probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for her.

But that's another long story that I probably will not mention. Or I will. Depending on how much pity I want to get from whomever's reading this piece of shit.

I pick up my cell phone from the night stand and glance at the thousands of texts I've received.

Dad: "Honey, where are you?"

Dad: "Text back."

Dad: "How do you microwave last night dinner?"

Dad: "Does metal do well in microwaves?"

Dad: "I guess not. Bells, where are you?"

Dad: "Are you with the Whitlock boy? You can just tell me."

Dad: "I'm getting worried."

Edward: "Hey, Swan."

Just as I'm texting Dad back to calm the fuck down and to make sure he didn't blow up the microwave, my fingers freeze.

Holy fuck.

Edward?

"Bella." Jasper sighs as he lies down next to me, smiling and smelling like a cup of Tropicana. I quickly text Dad back and throw my phone on the carpeted floor.

Jasper throws his arms around me and kisses my shoulder.

My heart is still racing from the message as Jasper continues onto kissing my neck lovingly.

I start kissing him, rolling on top of his strong body, as I rub his bare chest.

"Bella, you know my bastard of a father is going to come home."

Or Alice, I thought.

I stop kissing him and start putting my clothes back on.

Jasper props himself on his elbows, giving me a questioning look.

"We have a while, you know."

I put on my shoes, grabbing my phone and walk out of the room, shoving my panties in my pocket. I don't want them to be one of his prizes anymore.

He beats me to the door, wearing only boxers at the moment, and blocks the way. I feel the hot tears rolling down my stupid face.

"I don't want to do this anymore. Jasper, I'm done sharing you with my fucking best friend."

Jasper puts his arm down, his face showing signs of guilt. "I don't—"

"I know you haven't admitted it. But you know I knew. And you know I was accepting it for a while."

He purses his lips, not knowing what the fuck to say.

"You bastard." I mutter, shoving him away from the door.

Jasper pulls my arm and I stupidly turn back around.

"Bella, please. I'm sorry. I'll break it off with Alice. For you. For us. I love you, Bella."

I feel like I've just been bitch slapped by three Jessica Stanleys. You cannot be bitch slapped by Jessica Stanley. She can't even flick a fly, that anorexic shit.

"You know you wouldn't. You lying piece of shit." I flip him the bird and run to my car.

Fucking Jasper.

Fucking Alice.

Fucking Charlie.

Fucking Edward and Tanya.

I flip open my phone and stare at the text message staring at me.

"'Sup Bella? Got too much of Jasper's ass tonight to answer Edward's text messages?"