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Disclaimer: Like I said last chapter I don't own anything to do with Stephanie Meyers amazing franchise I just like playing around with them and making Alice and Jasper more romanticized then they are in the books.


Chapter 2 ~ Meeting Dr. Cullen

After college every day Jasper took me to the lake to ice-skate. We very quickly became an official couple. Walking around college holding hands or his arm around my waist, I felt like I really belonged here. I can't say that I was now the most popular girl at college, dating the most popular guy meant that every girl hated me to some extent. I had the guy every girl dreamt of being with and, although he held this reputation for being a heartthrob and a bad boy, with me he was the complete opposite. He had chosen me over every girl, I felt so special and he frequently told me I was. We walked to lunch, his arm around my waist and his lips gently pressing against my neck, his soft breath in my ear. I had gotten used to the dirty looks and the apparent segregation of the lunch room.

Forks College lunchroom was a patchwork quilt of groups. Without me Jasper would have sat with who I liked to call the jocks. Without Jasper I would have sat alone, being the new girl and a little shy. I had noticed the cliques on my first day. According to Jasper there were three main groups with many more smaller groups dispersed around. He had advised me not to get too involved with any of these three. It was better to be true to yourself rather than getting sucked into a crowd. He was very familiar with two of them but since he had met me we had spent all of our time together.

The first group was the jocks. They were exactly what was portrayed in teen movies and chick flicks. They had the most popular and desired guys in school; every girl wanted to be on the arm of a jock.

The second group consisted of the intellectuals, others offensively called them geeks. Out of the three groups I felt I would have fit in well with them but for meeting Jasper in the corridor. They sat cut of from the rest of the lunchroom and seemed highly content with the masses of books surrounding them. As I took them in Jasper noticed me looking.

"Nice people, they help me with work and stuff sometimes. You should go talk to them, they're really cool people."

I smiled up at him. I would never have figured Jasper to want to associate with people who weren't 'the norm' for him. I didn't think he was shallow, he was nothing of the sort, but in the beginning I did think that he wanted to get to know me because I was some conquest to add to his collection of trophy fucks. He was so incredibly attractive that anyone would jump to that conclusion. But I wasn't; he wanted me for me. As we sat there he proceeded to tell me about the most horrible, and subsequently the coolest, people I would ever meet.

"They are meant to be the most popular girls in school, yet they are also the most hated and feared. Promise me you'll never turn into that, I like you just the way you are," he said as he smiled down at me.

I smiled back before glancing over to their table. There were only three of them but they seemed to run the school. They were all beautiful, any girl with take a hit to their ego being in the same room as them, but one seemed marginally more beautiful than the others. She had long, flowing, blonde hair that looked almost white in the lights of the canteen. Her skin was paler than most. Everyone here was pale, except Jasper who and a slight warm tint to his skin like he'd been on holiday in the sun.

I knew I was staring but I couldn't help it. It was only when Jasper kissed my cheek that I realised I had almost been in a trance and began listening again. He walked us to our normal table where our friends were already sitting. Bella and Edward had been together since high-school while Angela and Eric had recently gotten together after months of wondering if their attraction to each other was returned.

The perfect gentleman, Jasper held my chair out for me and slid it back in as I seated myself. He then turned his own chair and sat backwards on it, crossing his arms across it and holding my hand, playing with my fingers and jewellery absentmindedly.

"You two always look so cute together!" Bella giggled as she watched Jasper twirling my bracelet around my wrist.

"It's fate that we're together, that's why. We were meant to meet in the corridor that day. I was meant to show Alice to her class and I was meant to be just a few doors away. See, fate at it's finest!" Jasper replied, grinning at her.

She smiled at me and I giggled.

"Yeah it was also fate that you'd take me ice-skating and see me fall on my ass a million times too!" I smirked, a warm feeling spreading through me at his words.

He put his arm around my neck, pulled me towards him and kissed my temple, making me giggle and squirm as I smiled. The warm feeling intensifying a little. He got up from the table, leaving us to chat while he went to get us something to eat. We had somehow found ourselves sharing the same plate of food at lunch.

Tonight, Jasper was coming over for dinner with Dad and I. I had told my dad everything about Jasper, apart from the fact that we were officially dating. Not that he was exactly unaware of that fact! I was still his little girl and the only thing he had left. I didn't want him to think he was losing me but I had to tell him properly before Jasper came over, otherwise dinner could get extremely awkward!

English flew by. It was difficult to keep my concentration on the details of our next assignment with Jasper beside me, but since it was Edgar Allen Poe I caught onto the basics. Personally I loved his work. It was amazing, if at times morbid and gory. It was also endearing and powerful.

"What time do you want me to come over? We can maybe make a start on this assignment before your Dad gets home from work," Jasper whispered in my ear, his smooth voice sending shivers down my spine. I tingled from my fingers to my toes. I could hardly form words and a small whimper escaped my lips. I heard Bella snigger in front of me and I scowled at her back.

"Well you can come straight over or come over whenever you're ready," I whispered back, ducking my head a little to conceal our exchanged from Mr. Preece. I failed miserably.

"Miss Cullen, would you like to recite the passage I just read out for the rest of the class?" he asked. He may have asked but I really didn't have a choice.

My eyes widened and Jasper grinned, leaning back in his chair.

"O...of course Mr. Preece," I got out before turning to the book in front of me. Luckily I'd had an ear on what he was saying so I ad some idea as to where he had stopped. "The officers were satisfied. My MANNER had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears; but still they sat, and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness - until, at length, I found that the noise was NOT within my ears."

I spoke the words as confidently as I could, not completely sure I was reading the correct passage. Mr. Preece nodded his head slightly and coughed in defeat.

"Eyes on the book people!" he said loudly before returning to his lecture.

I smiled widely and looked over to Jasper, who was in fits of silent laughter next to me. I slapped him playfully on the arm. He retaliated by puckering his lips and kissing the air between us. The bell rang soon after that and our class was dismissed.

As always, Jasper carried my books for me and held my hand as we walked out through the student car park. He and his Dad were fixing up an old mustang that had been his Grandfather's so he could drive to college instead of walking the three miles there and back every day. We both enjoyed the long walk but hated the early mornings it required.

We stopped for a short ice-skating lesson on the lake. I fell repeatedly; the ice clearly wasn't my friend! Afterwards we reached the street where our houses sat just doors from each other with a bruised ego and huge grin.

"Are you coming straight over or going home first?" I asked as we approached where our paths normally broke.

He pulled me around to face him, his lips inches from mine. He pecked me lightly on the lips then my neck, tickling me a little with his warm breath.

"Can I come straight over? My Mom has a few of her work friends over today and they have a habit of pinching my cheek...amongst other parts of my anatomy," he replied with a slight tilt of his head.

I raised an eyebrow and tried to stifle a giggle.

"Sure, although that really is something I'd like to see!" I grinned at him, teasing a little.

He kissed me again, letting his lips linger this time before mine parted. I wrapped my arms around his neck, puling him closer. He broke the kiss a little too soon for my liking, it was always too soon. My lips stung from the cold after the warmth of his. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we walked up the path to my house.

The driveway was empty which meant that my Dad wasn't home yet. Since we'd moved here he had been working later than he had in New York. I found this strange, but maybe he just wanted to make a good impression. Opening the front door I pulled Jasper in behind me and closed it behind us, locking out the cold. He had spent a lot of time here since we had met, especially since we had become 'official', but had never stayed over. Even as friends I'm sure my Dad would never have allowed it. We had yet to have 'the' conversation but we were comfortable enough around each other to laugh along with the jokes in college. When we did have that conversation, I knew it wouldn't be uncomfortable at all and we would be ready.

We dropped our bags in the hallway and took off our jackets. Jasper knew his way around the house almost better than I did and he steered me towards the kitchen with a gentle push. There was a note on the sideboard from my Dad I had obviously missed that morning in my hurry to get over to Jasper.

Alice,

I should be home for dinner with you and Jasper at 7 so make sure you have any assignments or overdue work done before then. If you don't want to make dinner, I'll pick something up on the way back, call me to let me know. You can call me in my office at the hospital.

Love Dad.

I smiled as I read it and picked up the phone. I had a lot of work to do so Dad bringing dinner home with him would make things easier. Plus, the worrying I was doing about the evening was not conducive to creating an edible meal! The phone rang twice before my Dad's smooth, happy voice answered.

"Hey Dad!" I smiled down the phone, "Jasper and I have a lot of coursework to get done, you know best to get a start on it...Could you bring dinner home with you please?" I could almost hear my Dad's head nodding down the phone with the background sounds of beeping and nurses coming and going.

"No problem sweetheart. Is there anything you want in particular or should I just get pizza?" he asked.

I looked over at Jasper and mouthed 'pizza?' to him. He nodded and jokingly rubbed his stomach. I silently giggled before turning my attention back to the phone as he indicated with his hands and went to get our bags.

"Pizza sounds great Dad. Just don't get ham and pineapple, it's gross! I know you and mom used to like it but it's really not a good combination!" I didn't care what anyone said, ham and pineapple just didn't taste right together!

He laughed at me. It sounded so easy and natural for him. It was comforting to hear it, he had tried so hard to lift my spirits when my mother died but I had known that it had been forced. He was finally relaxing, almost happy.

"Alright, alright. Anything but ham and pineapple. Jasper isn't a veggie or anything is he?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. I knew for a fact that he wasn't, then it dawned on me that my Dad didn't, he had never seen Jasper eating. This was the only chance I'd get to tell my Dad about Jasper and I before he got home. I walked out of the room, leaving Jasper setting up our work at the kitchen table.

"No Dad he isn't. Um, I need to tell you something...promise you won't get angry or protective?" I began nervously. He sighed down the phone.

"Alice, you're not pregnant are you?" he asked.

What? My eyes widened and I almost dropped the phone.

"Oh God, Dad no! Definitely not. Nothing that drastic. I was just going to tell you Jasper and I are dating, as in boyfriend and girlfriend," I got out rather calmly. Ok, maybe I had underestimated my Dad and what he actually saw going on between us.

There was silence at the end of the phone. It worried me that he might get worked up about it and drive home erratically to yell and scream and separate us, but his smooth voice picked up again.

"Is he treating you right?" he asked much more calmly and relaxed than

I was still reeling from what he'd asked. How could he think that? Didn't he know me? Then again, working as a doctor for years he saw the statistics first-hand. I had expected him to follow it up with something just as embarrassing but he seemed to be going down a petty pain-free road.

"Yes Dad, very well. And before you ask, no we haven't so don't even ask," I replied tersely.

He chuckled down the phone.

"Alice, sweetheart, I wouldn't have asked anyway. That's more of a female question to ask! It would have been your mothers place to ask that and I know you're a sensible girl," he concluded on a serious note.

I smiled. He couldn't see it but I was so happy that this wasn't a big deal. He like Jasper. He approved of him and our relationship.

About ten minutes after we finished up our assignments my Dad arrived in the front door, pizza in hand. However, when he called out it wasn't me he wanted.

"Jasper? Can you come down here for a moment please?" We had been listening to music in my room, which I couldn't turn off quick enough when I heard his voice.

Our eyes widened and we exchanged worried looks. He had sounded fine on the phone and I had reassured Jasper about it, who got up off the bed and walked out of my room. I made to follow but he stopped me.

"Sit on the stairs if you really want to listen," he smirked at me quietly before disappearing out the door.

Being nosey I did just that. Sitting at the top of the stairs, I curled my hands around the slats in the banister and squeezed my head between them. I strained to listen but couldn't hear much, just muffled voices. There was no shouting, no raised voices, so that was definitely a good sign! I hoped.

It was about half an hour later when my Dad's voice called my name. I had dozed off a little and my face was now stuck to the banister with drool. Jasper was standing at the bottom of the stairs, smirking up at me as I pulled my head up and wiped at my face.

"Did you fall asleep?" he asked playfully.

I stood up a little stiffly, brushing the hair from my face as I looked down at him.

"No...I was just...Oh, never mind. What did he say? I couldn't hear much?" I asked, still a little worried.

He walked up the stairs to meet me and took my hand.

"He gave me the 'if you don't look after my little Ali there will be consequences' speech. I'd be scared if your Dad wasn't such a nice guy!" he chuckled as he pulled me down the stairs. "No, I'm still a little scared!" he added as he led me to my first dinner with my two favourite men.


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