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A continuation of my "Pimp my Bunnies" entry, so much is left to say.
Summary: Jasper Whitlock spent his high school years being tormented by Edward Cullen. When their paths cross again years later, could the boy he once hated become the man he loves?
JPOV
What the fuck have I done?
It's the only question I ask myself over and over again as I make my way home from Edward's.
What did I just do? How could I have slept with him?
After leaving a thoroughly fucked Edward at his place, I realize due to the short amount of time it takes me to get home, that I don't live that far away from him. A fact I'm afraid of him learning – if he doesn't already know.
I cannot go on that date with him. It's just not happening. I can hardly sit in a room with him, much less to do it in a romantic setting.
What the hell are you talking about? You just fucked him!
I'm in a daze as I walk into my apartment. I start to strip off my clothes right at the front door wanting nothing more than to get his scent off of me. By the time I get to my bedroom, I'm completely naked. I head straight for the shower, start it up and jump in. I scrub my body from head to toe in the same manner I scrub my hands for surgery. As the stream of water hits my back washing away the last remnants of soap down the drain, I can still hear his grunts and moans as we fucked. I can feel his hard body under mine, and my cock buried in his sweet ass.
I want more.
I shake my head, desperately trying to clear my mind of Edward and vowing as I step out of the shower and walk out of the bathroom, to stay away from him.
Yeah, and giving him your cell number is staying away from him.
I need to. I can't let him get in my way. Edward will always be the boy who tormented me. Nothing more.
I'm sure you believe that. Oh, and the intensity and wanting to be around you? Can't say you never felt it too. Can you?
I will admit that Edward confessing his feelings toward me now about all those years ago sent a thrill through me. I can't believe that he felt that way about me. However, I'm still a bit angry that he was the reason behind what happened with Peter –not that I didn't suspect it.
After getting a bottle of water I walk back to my bedroom and jump into bed forgoing clothes. Walking around naked is a guilty pleasure I like to indulge in while I'm at home.
Lying here, I think of how hard tomorrow will be. The easiest part of avoiding Edward is the fact that I work in the OR, and he works in the ER. Another benefit is our schedule. Who knows how long we can go without crossing one another's paths? I'm hoping for a lengthy amount of time. The biggest problem is that I need to think of a way to get out of that dreadful date on Sunday.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I fell asleep with my mind solely on Edward Cullen.
The next morning is a mad rush to get to work. I get up late and arrive half an hour later than intended. Everything went smoothly for most of the morning. I had back-to-back surgeries to assist in throughout the morning, which made it incredibly easy to avoid any thoughts of him.
As the day goes on, I begin to feel comfortable enough to venture downstairs. I skipped a proper breakfast this morning opting for just two muffins and two cups of coffee, so a big lunch is a definite need.
I head down in the elevator, while checking my phone for messages. I wasn't paying that much attention to where I'm going as I step off, and ended up bumping into a hard chest. I quickly make my way to apologize and only to find myself looking into his excited emerald eyes.
Edward.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"It's fine," he says, smiling brightly.
He begins to fidget as if he wants to say something else. Standing here I can almost feel my resolve of not engaging into any sort of conversation outside of work with him begin to crumble. I have to stay strong. I really need to get out of here.
"Jasper, I…" he says, softly.
"Look, Edward, I have to get going right now or I won't get back in time for a surgery I have in about an hour and a half," I say, effectively cutting him off and trying get out of there as fast as I can.
"Jasper, I really need to talk to you," he pleads as I walk around him pocketing my phone.
"And we will, but later," I lie, throwing in a small smile for good measure.
I walk away from Edward and out of the hospital feeling like shit for lying. Especially, with seeing how happy he looks at the concept of us talking later on. I can't allow myself to feel guilty for it. This is the right choice. I'm not about to enter into any sort of relationship outside of work and my dislike for him. Sleeping with him was just fucking and nothing else will come of it. It was a bad day, we had lost that little girl and we bonded over the grief and founded a way to ease the pain for one another.
I make my way across the street to the diner. The place is crowded, but I manage to find a seat. I order a cheeseburger and a coke. While waiting on my order, my phone rings and the one person I want to talk to the most is displayed on the screen.
"Hey," I answer.
"Hey, Jasper, what's up?" Rosalie says.
I want to say "nothing much" and carry on with our usual banter that we always get into, but instead I blurt out, "I fucked Edward Cullen."
The waitress arrives at that very moment and sets my plate down before giving me a small yet shocked smile and walking off.
I hear total silence and I have to wonder if she's still there.
"Rose, are you there?"
"I'm here," she says in a small voice.
I need my sister's opinion, so I start to explain. "I don't know what happened, Rose. I was fucked up after losing this patient, a little girl, and everyone –Edward included– who was stuck with those traumas headed out to a bar for a much needed drink or two. I got there late and Cullen was already there, sullen and drunk."
"Okay, then what happened?" Rose asks.
"I had a couple shots and maybe two beers before Emmett…"
"Emmett?" she inquires. "Who's he again?"
"The pediatrician I talked about, Dr. McCarthy," I tell her, hoping to jog her memory.
"Oh! The big, friendly guy," she says. "Okay, go on."
"I sat with them for a while before I decided to leave. Emmett asked me if I could drop Edward home since he was stumbling all over the place, and was in no condition to drive. Edward tried to refuse, but I took him anyways. We got to his place and I helped him upstairs to his apartment. I dropped him on the couch and got him some water. Rose, I was hell-bent on leaving and then he started talking. Apologizing again."
"Again?" Rose shouts, recalling our past conversations on Edward's apology pleas.
"Yeah, that's what I said to him," I reply. "But, he stubbornly continued and went on to say some crazy shit."
"Like what?" she demands. "What did the fucker say?"
For some reason, it stings to hear her describe him that way. Why? I ignore my final thought and go on. "He told me again that he was sorry and I asked if he'll ever stop apologizing and he said not until I accepted it. He then launched into some things from the past that he hid. He confessed that he was very jealous of me and admired me at the same time for my freedom to be comfortable with being me. He then said he's the one who forced Peter to break up with me."
"That dick!" the string of expletives that left her mouth after that would make a sailor proud.
"Rose! Rose! Rose, calm down," I say, trying to calm her down. Some patrons start at me because of the shouting coming from my phone.
"I'm calm," she says, taking breaths attempting to stay so. "I'm good."
"Okay," I reply. "He said that he couldn't take the sight of Peter and me together because he secretly wanted me for himself. I don't know, Rose, things just escalated from there and now I'm across the road having lunch at the diner and trying to think up more ways to avoid him."
"Well, big bro, that's some deep shit you're in."
"Oh yeah?" I say. "It gets better."
"With what?"
"I left him my phone number and agreed to a date on Sunday."
For a couple of minutes, I can hear nothing but Rosalie's raucous laughter before she says, "You've really painted yourself in a corner, Jasper."
"Tell me about it."
"Yeah? I'll be there in a minute," she shouts. "Jasper, I gotta go, I have a customer."
"Alright, later," I say.
"Later."
After I end my call with Rosalie, I finish my lunch, pay and head back to the hospital. I'm thankful that I get up to the OR without another unwanted confrontation from Edward.
I spend the rest of the day in and out surgery assisting Dr. Marcus Volturi. Walking out of the last surgery – a hip replacement – I go to the break room to catch my breath, and check my phone for any messages. I notice three missed calls from Edward. I delete them and the possible messages, having no interest in hearing them.
My shift ends at eight o' clock tonight and I want nothing more than to speed up time. The funny thing is, in spite of everything I did today to distract myself, all I can think about is Edward. He's in every damn thought. Why did he say those things to me? Did he mean them? If he liked me, why didn't he man the fuck up and talk to me instead of ridiculing me? What the hell? I'm not considering this shit. He's a spoiled brat who is use to getting what he wants, and last night, that was me. He only said that bullshit to get me into bed.
Yet, you have to admit it's softest his eyes have ever seem. Those eyes had stared into yours, every fucking day, and they never held such kindness in them. Have they?
I can't think about this now.
Around seven in the night, we get called downstairs in the ER for a major trauma. I head down with Dr. Cullen and Dr. Volturi. Dr. Marcus Volturi is a brilliant surgeon, and a bit of a workaholic. He's only interested in working with the fastest, brightest and most hardworking people in the field. He has a short amount of patience, and doesn't tolerate laziness. I know Dr. Carlisle Cullen by reputation mostly as I do my best to keep as far away from him as possible. I want nothing to do with the prick. And as we speak, judging by the look of disdain he's throwing my way, I'd say the feeling is mutual.
We get down to the ER, I proceed to trauma one where Bella and Edward are working on one of the patients. Bella sees me and begins to reel off the patient's condition, and what's needed of me. Edward remains quiet, only speaking toward Bella or the nurses. I step in to assist. Seeing that Bella's side of the table is crowded I take my place next to Edward. However, as I step close he steps away and suddenly tells Bella he's going to assist in trauma two after asking her if she can handle it. Bella gives him the go ahead and he promptly leaves the room without a second glance at me.
After stabilizing the patient for the ride up to the OR, Bella decides to take the trip up there with me.
"What happened?" she asks.
I know what she means as Bella is a pretty straightforward person and also Edward's friend. She's been kind to me and very welcoming so I own her the decency of at least answering her questions.
"What has he said?" I ask her.
"Nothing much," she answers. "He came in very happy this morning. He was on cloud nine. The whole morning ran smoothly. Emmett and I inquired –well more like me, Emmett merely stated as soon as he saw Edward, and I quote, "you fucked!" but in between the eye roll from Edward and smack over the head from me, Edward never denied it so I assume something happened between you two."
We get off the elevator and pass the patient over to Dr. Kate Denali. She was working strictly out of the OR for this emergency while Dr. Cullen, Dr. Volturi, myself and a few others are assessing things downstairs. Dr. Denali is a no nonsense surgeon and the most befitting person to run the OR while the other doctors are away. Working with her can be an excellent learning experience as she is very efficient.
I turn and head back to the lift with Bella. "Something did happen."
"I assume as much, Jasper," she says with a small smile. "But, what's wrong?"
"Why do you ask?"
Bella looks at me for a minute before answering. "When you first came to this hospital and we met, you had this way about you, an air of confidence. You were pleasant enough so any signs or theories I had of you being another cocky ass surgeon was demolished. That first time Emmett mentioned Edward's name in the break room, a look of shock and may I say, fear came in your eyes. Then anger. As time went on, I watched as you purposely avoided Edward and that day he asked you for coffee, I was in that room when you cursed him out. So I thought, okay, they know each other and apparently never liked one another. But, today when he saw you get off that elevator, Jasper, I've never seen him so happy. He practically sprinted from the front desk to get to you."
I couldn't answer her, instead I silently prayed for the lift to get back to the ER faster.
"It won't go any faster, no matter how much you want it to," she chuckles as she mirrors my stance looking up at the numbers as the lift approaches downstairs. "You know, when he came back next to me and you went through the door, I saw a look on my friend that I haven't seen in a long while, sadness. For the rest of the day, he was on autopilot. Maybe to everyone else, he was the same, but to me, he was hurt. I forced him to call you and leave messages just in case you were in OR, he didn't want to."
The messages I deleted. I can understand her wanting to protect Edward. However, this is man that tortured me all through high school and made a life that was hard even worse, and if I wasn't strong enough I don't know where I would've ended up.
"You don't know the whole story, Bella," I say, harshly. "You don't know Edward as well as you think you do. He's not as innocent as he claims to be, and I'm sure that he's every bit of his father's son."
I speak of Dr. Cullen from experience. Working with him in the OR is hell. He's egotistical, proud, and holds no regard for his fellow colleagues.
"Oh really? You really need to get to know this Edward, Jasper."
"Why should I?" I ask.
"Because then you'll see he's nothing like that man," she replies, angrily. "How about this? What if Edward was the way he was because he had something to prove and that was the only way to do it?"
We get of the lift and Bella turns to me. "Meet me in the cafeteria at eight, and we'll finish this talk. I think there are a few things that you need know."
"Okay." She walks away, leaving me genuinely interested in hearing more about this "supposed" change Edward has undergone.
Around eight-thirty, after the emergency finally dies down and Dr. Volturi has dismissed me telling that he'll see me in the morning. I bid him good night and go down to the cafeteria to wait on Bella. She arrives a couple minutes later and places a cup of coffee down in front of me before taking a seat across the table.
"What do you mean he's changed?" I ask, getting right into it. "Edward was one of the most vile person I'd ever come across."
"Yes, he may have been that, but not anymore," she replies.
"Why?"
"Change," she says like it's the most obvious thing.
I laugh out and then respond. "He tried to feed me the same bullshit last night."
"And you didn't believe him, right?" Bella says, stating the obvious.
"Why should I?" I ask.
"Because it's the truth," she answers softly. "Every word, everything he told you was the truth."
I'm pensive for a second and Bella takes the time to sit back, sip her coffee and stare at me. She looks as if she's trying to figure out something before a look of recognition comes over her face.
"It's you, isn't it?" she says. "You're the guy. You're the boy he fell in love with. The one person he couldn't seem to forget."
I didn't understand what she is getting at. "How can I be that person that means so much to him, yet he treated me like shit?"
"Jasper, the man Edward is today is far from the pathetic and miserable boy he was back then."
"How would you know darlin'?" I ask, intrigued that she seems to know so much.
"I met Edward in college. The punk tried to hit on me and let's just say, I put him in his place. I wasn't about to fall for some puny ass line, plus I already had my girlfriend, Alice. By the time we completed our freshman term – occasionally running into one another and having study sessions together. We became best friends as our sophomore term rolled around. The day he met Seth was amazing, something changed in him and he just went for it. The rest, as they say, is history. But understand this, it wasn't easy to gain acceptance for him after finally coming clean with even himself. He fought his feelings hard and when he came out to his parents, it got even worse. It took me, Alice and Seth to convince him that he had the right to be who he wanted to be."
It's unbelievable to hear that Edward had such a hard time, especially with his parents. I thought that they would be supportive in no matter what or who he did.
"I'm not saying this just so you'll to give Edward a chance. I'm telling you because you should know the whole man before you continue to judge him. Okay?" Bella says as she gets up and prepares to leave.
"Okay then." I rise from my seat and Bella pulls me into a hug. We exit the cafeteria together after disposing our empty cups. On our way out, we bump into Edward in the ambulance bay. He greets us quickly then hastily makes his way inside the hospital without another word. Bella throws me a meaningful look before stalking toward the parking lot with me in tow.
I get in my car, start it and make my way home. Minutes later, I walk into my apartment. I take off my sneakers and leave them by the door. They're not my favorite type of footwear, but walking around all day in my cowboy boots isn't exactly all around comfortable or fit for the OR. I decide to order takeout as I'm too tired to cook anything.
I throw off my scrubs and put on my sweat pants while waiting on the delivery guy with my dinner. When he arrives, I pay him and take a moment to admire the nice ass walk away from my door before closing it and heading back to couch to dive into my Sweet and Sour chicken.
After dinner, I clear the table, throwing away the food cartons before heading to take a shower and get some sleep. I take a long one, letting the water wash away all dirt and grime of the day. I try not to think about Edward, but he creeps in every now and then. I get out, dry off, throw on a pair of boxers and head to bed.
It's now twenty minutes later, and I'm still lying here unable to fall asleep. I let my mind drift back to the conversation I had with Bella. She pointed out some things that may take me some time to get use to. However, she's adamant that Edward has reformed and is a far better person from the boy he once was.
All day, I try my best to forget this guy, yet he's in every thought. On one hand, I feel remorseful for the way I acted toward him today – on the other, I felt okay with punishing him. In the back of my mind, I felt powerful, and I finally had the opportunity to punish Edward in any way I see fit.
Thought you punished him enough last night when you fucked him?
What? He liked it.
Damn, just the thought of how good he felt wrapped around me has my cock hardening. I'll never get to sleep unless I rub one out. Having to do this makes me feel like a teenager masturbating to the fantasy of the hot guy in his class.
I pull my boxers off and slowly run my hand down to my swollen length. I grip it firmly, running my finger over the leaky, bulbous head. I stroke it gradually picking up speed as I picture Edward bouncing up and down on my cock. I can almost feel his tight ass taking me deeper inside him with each downward movement he makes.
I can still hear him begging me to fuck him. I stroke myself harder and faster as fantasy Edward picks up speed while pleading with me to let him come. I arch off the bed, bucking my hips as I pump my cock harder creating a delicious friction before flying over the edge shouting Edward's name.
I tiredly make my way to the bathroom for a warm washcloth to wipe the come off my stomach. I throw it in the hamper, kill the lights and get back into bed.
As sleep overtakes me, I realize that I want to know Edward Cullen.
Up next: We hear from Edward.