Hello ! Emily Masen and Alley Cat here, and we both have a very healthy obsession with daydreaming about Jasper! ;) Oh! And we can't spell either... just saying. We are writing this story together, so I (Emily) have Bella's POV, and Alley (Nicole) has Edward's POV.
And, since Emily and I are such great betas, we beta each other's chapters! Not sure yet how that one works with the lack of spelling abilities...
Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight, that awesomeness that is the plot of this story belongs to our crazy minds. By day, we are known as Nicole and Emily, but by night we are transformed into the Cullen Girls - and since we both live on opposite sides of the world, it's always night somewhere!
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I sighed as I walked towards my bedroom, thinking about the amount of Calculus homework I had been given. Who assigns homework over the weekend, damn it? Professor Cullen, that's who!
Don't get me wrong, I loved math, but when it came to doing it over the weekend, that kind of shit pissed me off. People had better things to do over their two off days and they did not include sitting down and struggling to work out Math equations. Unfortunately, I still had to do it before the due date on Monday.
Being a junior in college was a bit overwhelming. The thing that worried me the most was finding a job. I studied to become a neonatal nurse; the thought of being a prenatal nurse freaked me out a bit, so I decided to go in a different field, one that would allow me to take care of the babies after they were born. I'm sure I would freak the fuck out and start hyperventilating if I saw a bad delivery. I never wanted to be in the delivery room because one never knew what could happen there. I didn't want to be in the delivery room when, God forbid, a baby was pronounced dead before it was even born, or worse — pronounced dead within moments of his birth.
Basically, all I would have to do was feed, take care, shower, and talk to the babies; anything to make them happy. Hopefully, when I graduate and start my job, they'll set me in Level One; which is where the healthy babies. Normally, I wouldn't care what type of babies they are, but if something were to happen to the babies in Level Two: Preemies, or Level Three: NICU, I'd probably start hyperventilating and wouldn't know what to do.
I recalled the amount of homework I had in Nursing 101 freshmen year — I was stuck in my room all night, working on homework and papers, and basically, having no life to speak of outside of studying.
Speaking of studying, I should really focus my mind on those fucking math problems that were due on Monday, rather than on something that was a lot further up the road.
I never thought I'd have homework in the last month of my junior year, but I found myself studying into the wee hours of the night almost each day of the week. I sat my purse on my bed and my textbook next to it, before running over to get my laptop. I grabbed it from my desk, sat down on my bed, and turned it on. Once it was up, I opened up the media player and hit play. I picked up my textbook as Jason Derulo's In My Head rang throughout the room. I got a pencil and some paper out of my folder and started working on the equations.
A while later, I heard the front door close and keys dropping on the granite counter top. My petite, raven-haired roommate bounced into my room just as I pressed the pause button on my laptop.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," I replied. "You just got home from work?"
She nodded. "Yeah, it is my usual time, you know: six o'clock."
I looked at my laptop screen, locating the time. "Oh, I lost track of time. I've been working on this for over two hours."
"What are you working on?" Alice asked, scratching her head through her short, pixie-cut locksas she made her way over to my bed.
"Calculus."
She made a disgusted face. "Ew, I hate math."
I chuckled. "Yeah, we know."
She shot me a look and said, "Remember, we're going to a party tomorrow night."
"Um, I have homework. I can't go, sorry." It was the best I could come up with in terms of excuses, but I could already tell that it wasn't going to work with Alice.
"OH, NO!" she yelled. "You, missy, are not getting out of this one." She was tiny, but she had a voice that could project to the entire neighborhood.
I flinched."Fine."
She smiled and danced to her bedroom, closing the door.
I pressed play on my laptop and smiled when Lady Antebellum's I Need You Now came out through the speakers. I tried to focus on finishing my work, but all I could focus on was how Professor Cullen looked today. With his lean figure, he was absolutely gorgeous. He wore black slacks with a light purple dress shirt in class, complete with a white tie — they made him look so professional, and the way he just looked at his students, seriously, made him even hotter. The way he pushed his black-framed, thin glasses up his nose was enough to soak my panties.
I loved the way he did things in general. Just the littlest of things, like writing on the whiteboard - seeing the way his muscles flexed, would get me all hot and bothered and it would lead to me fantasizing about him.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard something snapping. Rosalie, my other roommate stood there, staring at me with her arms crossed, a smirk on her face.
"Daydreaming about Professor Sex-Hair, are you?" she asked.
I rolled my eyes. Rose and Alice knew everything about my crush on Edward. "Maybe," I replied as I tossed my light reddish brown hair over my shoulder.
She laughed as she tied up her long blond hair. "Chica, you need to tell him how you feel," she said as she started to walk out of my bedroom. "Or else you'll be a lonely old lady with fifty cats."
I picked up one of my pillows and threw it at her. She laughed and went into her own room. I sat there for a few seconds and then asked, "Can I have my pillow back, please?"
No one answered, so I got up and went to get the pillow myself. I jumped when I heard the front door slam shut. Why Rose had to give Emmett a key, I had no idea. I mean, he was my brother and I loved him, but sometimes, he was just obnoxious as hell.
"Hey, Sis, what's up?" he asked as he sat down in the living room, turning on the TV.
I rolled my eyes. "Yo, nothing much. Homework."
"Ha, I got none," he snickered.
I rolled my eyes again. "Well, duh. You're not in school anymore, dumbass."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "That's not a nice word! Respect your elders."
I shook my head and made my way back to my room.
"You're mean," Emmett yelled.
"So are you!"
I closed my bedroom door, walked to my closet, and looked for my pajamas. I chose short shorts and a strapless tank top, and walked to the en suite, towel and clothes in hand.
I set the clothes on the counter and slipped the towel through the rack above my bathtub. I turned to my radio that Emmett had built in to my bathroom, and turned it on. Selena Gomez's Who Says started playing as I turned on the pipe. I undressed slowly and turned to look at myself in the mirror. I had an amazing body, Rose and Alice had once told me. I started to believe it as I turned around and shut off the water. I stepped in to the hot water and sighed as I felt it burning my skin a little, but then cooling it off at the same time. If such a thing was possible in hot water. I started to sing along to the song:
I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me.
Na na na na na na na na na
You've got every right to a beautiful life. Come on!
Who says! Who says you're not perfect.
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's hurting
Trust me, that's the price of beauty.
Who says you're not pretty.
Who says you're not beautiful, Who says!
I continued to hum along with the radio, even as it moved on to Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory.
I washed myself off and then got out, wrapping the towel around my body. I changed into my clothes and put my hair in a messy bun since it was still wet and I didn't feel like blow-drying it.
I looked over at my bedside table and found the time: 7:49pm. Eh, still too early to go to bed.
"Bella!" Alice called from the other side of my door. I opened my door and walked out into the living room.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Bitch, you didn't leave me any hot water."
I snickered and she narrowed her eyes at me. I grinned and turned around, heading for the kitchen.
"Who wants Chinese food?" I yelled.
A chorus of 'me's' sounded throughout the house. I chuckled as I picked up the phone. I ordered the food and my eyes bulged when they announced the total to be $35.98.
I rolled my eyes when I realized that I had ordered for Emmett too. Emmett ate like a bear, literally. Where he could store his food, I had no idea. He was a really cool, laid-back guy, but he could also be as mean as a bear, too. If you would ever threaten someone he loved, or someone close to him, he would go off on you like King Kong.
"Bella! When will the food be here?" I heard him yell.
"About 35 minutes, Em." I said as I walked into the living room.
"Good. I'm starved," he said, rubbing his stomach.
I gave Rose a look. I didn't know how she could ever put up with my brother's appetite. She just smiled back at me. While we were waiting for the food to arrive, I went back to my room, grabbed the Calculus textbook, and attempted to finish the assignment.
About ten minutes later, Alice popped in.
"Hey, um, you think Jasper could come over?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Of course! Why are you asking me?" I wondered.
"Um, I didn't know how much food you ordered..." she trailed off.
"Don't worry," I assured her. "I knew we had Emmett, so I ordered enough for all of us."
She nodded. "Thank you."
"No problem," I replied as she danced her way out of my room.
Jasper Hale was the US History teacher at the University of Washington, where Alice and I studied at. She, too, was studying to be a neonatal nurse. Instead of taking Calculus with me, she had taken US History. Jasper and Alice had a secret relationship; well, it's not that secret since Rose, Emmett, and I knew about it. When you looked at them together, you could see that they were truly in love. If she moved, he moved. I bet he would even jump in front of a bullet for her. They were what I called a true couple.
I started my work again, but was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. I got up quickly, ran to my purse, grabbed a fifty dollar bill, and ran outside to where Emmett was taking the food from the delivery guy. I gave him the bill and shot Emmett a dirty look as he rummaged through the bag.
I took the change from the Chinese delivery guy and shut the door behind him. Stuffing the money in my bra, I walked over to Emmett and smacked him on the back his head.
"Chill out, dude, we need food for Jasper, too."
He pouted and filled his plate up. I shook my head and called in Rose and Alice to get some food. Jasper came in through the door and hugged us all, giving Alice a kiss, and Emmett a handshake.
We all sat down in the living room, watching True Blood and eating our Chinese food. As the clock hit ten pm, I got up and threw my plate away, telling everyone to have a good night and then headed to bed.
I turned on my light and picked up my school things, setting them on my computer desk. I took the money from my bra and set it in my purse, closing it tight and putting it in my closet.
Then, finally, I turned off the light and climbed into bed, exhausted.
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