Summary: I saw you. I met you. I wanted you. I liked you. I chased you. I got you. I had you. I loved you. I got bored. I left. One night with Jasper and everything changed. Rated T Jasper/Bella

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Chapter Two: 11:11 vs. 11:12

"Jasper," I hissed, suddenly awoken up from a light sleep, "Wake up! I hear something!" I bolted out from underneath my covers, shoving my hands and legs into the air to get some balance after I removed myself a little too fast.

He twisted his mouth and then clenched his jaw. That's all he did.

"Jasper," I whined, completely thrown back by the sound, "Wake up…" I wandered off, getting onto my hind knees and edging towards his bed.

When he wouldn't respond in any way I'd like at that specific moment, I took my pillow and slammed it into his face. I was scared and he was going to have to wake up.

"The fuck Bella…" Jasper groaned, lifting the pillow from his face, "Bella, it's too late for this shit." His wavy hair rustled in front of his hair, hiding his sullen expression, which I was more than thankful for in that sudden moment.

"I heard something," I repeated, clasping both my hands, "It sounded like someone came into the house, I heard the window open and—and then sliding motion—"

"How do you hear that?" He asked, irritated, rubbing his eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "Stop feigning sleep asshole and help me figure this out," I insisted, grasping the sweatshirt closer to my body, "We're in the middle of nowhere and I can't have the benefit of the doubt of being a little scared when I hear something?"

He slipped his fingers through his hair, "What I would kill to get some real sleep," he mumbled, "A deep sleep, preferably. So I wouldn't have to wake up to hear your an—"

I leaned over and smacked him across his shoulder, "Did we not just go through this shit? You're punches are as weak as every other human imbecile out there." Jasper itched at his forehead and then got up on his feet.

"We can talk about my human features later, just go look around, alright?" I ordered, firmly, nibbling on my nail, "There's something going on here…"

"What's fucking happening is they're probably back from feeding," Jasper answered in a droopy state.

That seemed reasonable, "Oh." I muttered, one word seemed rather appropriate of an answer when I felt like a complete moron for asking a question for which I should have known the answer for.

"Well fuck me," Jasper grumbled, causing me to swiftly stare at him, "Thanks for the 11:00 o'clock wake up call Bella."

I rolled my eyes, "You don't even sleep, stop complaining."

"A guy could dream!" He retorted, shaking his head, "And what a dream it was…" Jasper's voice became raspy and rough and that only meant one thing. He was probably dreaming about porn or sex or two girls going wild. Whatever flowed his boat.

"Yeah, yeah," I chuckled, "Sorry about that."

"Aren't you always?" I know it wasn't meant to be heard and I ignored it anyway for his sake. Sure he couldn't sleep, but it was rude to interrupt him from his perverted dreams and fantasies.

I went to sleep but then the door caught my eye, "Why is the door open?"

"I don't know, Alice might have opened it…" Jasper walked over to the bedside, "Why? Scared that I might rape you senseless?" There was mocking tone in his voice which caused me to mutter a couple of words that God should never hear.

"If anyone were to get raped, it'd be you," I claimed.

"Oh yeah?" Jasper laughed, "And how is puny and weak Bella going to hold me against my own will? Is she going to kick me in my balls—which actually has the pain affect to still apply," I rolled my eyes at his suggestion, "Or is she going to knock me out with, I don't know—nothing?"

"Maybe she'll just stick her fingers up your eyes and then nudge you in your balls and then knock you out senseless with her boobs," I answered lamely, "Just a suggestion…"

"You're a fucking maniac." Jasper whispered, as he walked towards the outside of 'our' room, checking the corridor from right to the left and then walked back in, shutting the door.

"I wonder how Edward goes at you without being completely turned off with your sadistic remarks." Jasper mumbled as he sat back on the bed and laid down, completely unaware of how rude that was.

"What a piece of work you are Jasper," I snarled, "I hope you're goddamn miserable in the near future."

"With you adding on to the good ole' Cullen clan, it might just be." Jasper agreed to his own perspective which didn't ease my mood the least bit.

I shook my head, knowing that fighting and arguing with him was as worthless as trying to bargain with a crack-dealer—either way, you're paying the extra 50. Not that I had a personal experience with drugs or dealers but I saw Charlie bust a cookie before—it was amazingly terrifying.

"What the fuck are you thinking about?" Jasper's voice was enough to make me stop pondering, "You're babbling like a maniac, again."

I just sighed heavily and hoped that would release the stress inside of me that built so profoundly due to this asshole.

"So how does Edward do it?" I groaned immediately and turned to face him.

He tilted his head slightly, "Give me back my pillow." I ordered, my eyes wavered to the cushion that was laying beside his leg—more like being playfully handled in between his legs and near his chest.

"You guys don't fuck." He stated, nonchalantly, putting off a tone in which seemed like he didn't give a complete shit of what I was going to say. Hell, there was nothing to say, he knew, what more could I say?

"Jasper, my pillow." I pointed at it, which he then grasped into his hands.

"I honestly don't care Bella." He added, tossing it back to me.

I shoved it beside the headboard, "Then why are you pressing it?" I asked, annoyed.

"You can never simply answer a question, can you?" Jasper turned to the side, not waiting for a reply because I guess he knew he wouldn't expect one, more along the lines of a smart ass remark which would just cause us to feud like ignorant and immature kids.

"You want an answer? When we do have sex, then I'll tell you." I answered truthfully, refusing to act out the way he would expect me to be.

And just when I thought he would just drop it, he asked, "What are you waiting for?"

I groaned, punching my hand into my pillow, initiating that he should just drop it. I wasn't comfortable about talking it with Edward, how could Jasper possibly expect that I would talk to him about that?

"It's a question Bella." Jasper stated firmly and I squirmed at the calmness in his voice. He really didn't give a shit.

"I hate your questions," I mumbled, "They're invasive."

He was silent and his even breathing covered the entire room, no other sounds could efface his breaths. I began to count how many seconds it took him to exhale and inhale—it was 9 seconds versus 5 seconds.

"You're not gonna' get pregnant, you know?" I tossed to face him, "You've got it all figured out, don't even need condoms."

Before I went to retort, he faced me, eyes settled and face calmed, "Don't you want kids?" He asked, crossing his arms in a brief manner, crunching his forehead, "Rosalie would kill to be you, you know that?"

"Why does everyone question whether giving up my fertility is worth anything for Edward—"

"That's not what I'm saying." Without going further or expanding his correction, he sighed intently and not another word later, he turned to face the wall; my eyes were back to staring at his neck.

"Did you want kids?" I whispered, this sick feeling erupting in my stomach, no reason to why at all.

I watched as he hadn't changed any factor in his posture. His back was still facing me, my eyes were still trailing down his neck and the snake-like-flutters in my stomach were still there.

"Did you want kids before all this happened?" I rephrased, clasping my hand onto the one near my head, afraid of his answer because it was going to be filled with pity and only worsen the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Don't you?" I asked once more and the last time for sure. I wasn't going to push it, he was a human being in a close extensive way—he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to.

Sighing, I tilted to the other side, "Night." I mumbled, hoarsely, my hands still clasped together.

And all of a sudden, the bed shuffled, sounds of the mattress being displaced, covers being thrown in the air, took over. I quickly rushed to turn to the other side, to see Jasper off and his feet placed firmly on the wood floor.

"Where are you going?" I asked, astounded. He didn't turn to reply, talking small strides to the door as if he wanted to hear an apology or something that made up to what I was asking him.

Why?

"Jasper!" I called out but he already slammed the door in between the second time I rushed to holler his name,

Flustered, I rushed after him, surprised that I didn't have to go far since the moment I took a right, my face collided with his chest.

"Jesus Christ, Jasper!" I groaned, not wanting him to input anything, "You don't have to leave like that, OK? I will never ask you anything personal or invasive, ever! I promise, OK? Just come back to bed…." I pointed to the room we shared.

He smirked and crossed his arms, playfully.

"What?" I asked, confused. His smirk rose into an ass-grin, "What?" I whined.

"I heard something too," he started, slowly, "So I was gonna go check it out, seeing how you probably heard the same one before…"

My mouth cornered into an 'OH', then a faint blush appeared—or you could say a sign of embarrassment, rose into my cheeks, "Sounds…" I repeated, looking away.

"God, you are insane," he pushed past me, chuckling more to his benefit, "And this just proves my point." By this, he means my selective words.

I followed after him quietly, not knowing what else to do.

"Why didn't you hear it before?" I asked, walking down the stairs as he did, peeking a look in the darkened hallway as he did, doing whatever he did.

"I don't know, my dream was too good?" I rolled my eyes, briefly.

Jasper walked into, what was the living room, switched on the light and looked at the room as if it was some labyrinth. He placed a hand to his temple and took a couple of steps away from me. This time, I didn't follow.

He then halted and tossed his head back, hands on his hips, his eyes connected to mine, a sigh escaped his lips and he dived in to say something, catching me off guard.

"Children piss the fuck out of me. Alice and I have decided years ago that even if did go turn a kid into us, I wouldn't be up to that, it's just too much fucking responsibility. I didn't grow up with the 'best daddy of the year' and I'm not gonna raised a kid and fuck it all up. It's not fair to either one of us."

I didn't get a moment to react, "It's never going to be mine."

Just like that, whatever was occurring in my stomach, bubbled into what almost caused me to vomit.

I quickly recollected myself, placing a palm over my mouth, "You OK?" Jasper asked, furrowing his brows as he lowered his head because I did.

I wavered my other hand in the air and nodded, barely.

I swallowed a couple of times—my saliva—and nodded once again, this time a little more firmly.

"Fine, thank you." I added, removing my palm to my side, wiping it on my pants, the spit drying up immediately onto the cloth.

"Good." He mumbled more to himself, turning away from me and then traced his steps down the corridor. I didn't know if bringing it up again would cause distress or ease us but whatever it may be, he confided in me—that's what he did. I felt the obligation to push even further. But not too much.

"Jasper," I began, taking a swift turn around the corner, pressing my knuckles with my fingers, "I didn't know it was that impor—"

"It's not. I've got years to think about it. Now, it's just a fucking nuisance to fret over something impossible." Jasper mumbled, opening the door to the spare room, which was empty. A light flickering from the windows made some light evade through the space.

"It's not impossible—"

Jasper snorts, "You haven't been thoroughly informed about the possibility of us reproducing, have you?"

"I'm trying to say something!" I snapped, "So let me finish."

He raises a brow at me, closing the door as he did so, "You don't have to have the need to justify yourself or feel as if you need to comfort me. I've gotten over it Bella, so there is no need to elaborate."

"I'm just trying to help," I lamented, "Since I'm not liable enough for you, I'm going to sleep now." I grumbled, tilting away on the palm of my foot, striding away from him and edging up near the stairs.

Maybe he couldn't read my mind or see the future but he should be able to sense that whatever he was throwing out at me, it hurt. Pissed me off and made me just want to hurt him—hurt him so bad, that I wanted to cry. He made me want to cry.

As I trudged myself up the stairs, I didn't even realize that I was crying until I began to feel the dryness immediately clasp on my cheeks. The sudden change on my face was when I realized that I sobbed over his words, over him.

"Again with the sensitivity." I scoffed, picking up my pace and diving into a room, slamming the door to emphasize that he just fucked it all up—us, what could have been a pro-founding new friendship—he's ruined it.

The door opened as fast as I closed it, his steps retracing mine, "Bella." He called out, reaching over for me but I moved myself away fast enough to dodge him but he had reflexes so the next best thing? I grabbed the lamp, tearing the switch away from it's plug and placing it in front of me, shoving it in his face.

He jolted his head back, placing his hands out in refrain, "Get away from me." I hissed, my legs in a foot apart stance.

His presence caused myself to have another relapse, more tears fell down my eyes, "Get. Out."

"Are you fucking crying?" He muttered, confused.

"Don't forget that I have something that can actually hurt you," I used my sleeve to rub my face, "So choose your words carefully."

"That seems a little improbable as of right now."

I gritted my mouth and Jasper mumbled a quick 'sorry' and took a step back, "Stop fucking crying."

I sobbed harder, my chest heaving in contortion, I became breathless and air only seemed to leave and swift through my nose. My mouth was congested with tears and the building of the saliva. My skin itched, around my eyes and by my cheeks. I felt my lips swell as well as the edges of my mouth.

Everything ached from my chest upwards. My neck was clogged with the lack of air that could pass with my continuous wretched cries. The hair clung onto my neck with the sweat as it's connection. The room was warm and awry, causing my eyes to blur, vision was becoming hard to grasp.

"Why the hell are you crying?" He reached over, swiftly, grasping the lamp into his hands and setting it on the side. I didn't even put up a fight because deep inside, I wanted him to tell me it was OK in his fucked up way, I wanted to receive his attention. I wanted his friendship.

The tension was pretty damn palpable if I didn't say so.

He stood next to me and lowered his head, "Fuck, Bella. If you want me to look like a complete ass and spur out my fruity feelings then you should have just said so."

Jasper took my jaw in his hands, forcing me to look up, "Stop crying, Bella."

I gasped for air, "Breathe. Just breathe."

I nodded, careful enough so I could get a stable balance on myself and not end up choking to death.

"Let me get some water. Don't move." He ordered, raising himself steadily, wiping his sweaty hands on his shorts, then tapping his fingers onto his thigh in a calm manner. He poised himself back to the arrogant and discreet guy he was within a matter of seconds.

He made emotions seem so easy—refraining even more simple.

When he left the room I followed his example. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes shut to just calm my nerves down. I laid both my hands to the side and brushed my hair back, wiping my face with my shirt to remove the sweat and efface the dryness.

I fell back on the bed in the moment of trance and that's when I noticed—

"Mother Christ," Jasper groaned in what seemed like a close proximity to me. Nevertheless, far, "Two seconds Bella, you couldn't keep yourself fucking composed for two seconds?"

What the hell was he talking about?

"Drink this." He opened my mouth and slipped the water down my throat, a little at a time.

The glass left my lips and his arm wrapped itself, securely, around my waist, "Can you get up?"

I lifted one eye, frowning, "This is Alice's room."

He easily carried me and then in a matter of a blink of the eye I was settled into our cold, claustrophobic, 3 dimensional, demented and cheap room.

The last thing I remember hearing faintly was Jasper's mutter, "11:11, make a wish Bella."

I began to lose unconsciousness, "I wish…" Jasper rambled off and then coughed after what seemed like a while.

"I guess I'll wish for you." My legs were lifted into the air and placed on the mattress, soon followed by a blanket that stopped the icy air from my neck down.

He was quiet once again but then I sensed his body tense, "Well fuck me, it's 11 motherfucking 12."


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