Hello again, everybody! I'm baaaaack! Lol.
Because I felt to lazy to try to word out how Jasper thinks, I did this chapter all in Alice's POV again. I'm sorry, but if you really want to know what Jazzy-poo (Lol, my new nickname for him!) is thinking during this, then you'll have to tell me in something I like to call (wink, wink) a review.
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Hannah for being the first to review my story and tell me how much they like it. And you made me laugh with your review, I was literally crying. I may have to use you words in the story one day. You can really get a girl going. (Or laughing.) ;] You should make an account, so that I could send it to you, because my crappy review thing wouldn't let me see your email (Or whatever you tried to send me…).
I'd also like to dedicate this chapter to MorbidxxBunny for being so nice. I'm glad my story is frigging rad and makes you say unholy **. Lol.
So without further ado, I give you Chapter 2! (Whoa, that rhymed!)
In no way possible do I own Twilight or it's sexy beasts we call the Cullens and Hales. I do own a pair of cute Converse though! :D
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Last Chapter…It was exactly the same. The hair, the eyes, the voice, and the height were also the same. His name for crying out loud! This was the same guy!
I felt weak at the knees when I said, "Jasper…"
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Alice's POVNo way. No flipping way. The day I get a wacky vision about some guy biting my neck, I meet him. And he's my therapist! Can this day get any worse?
I let out a shaky breath; I'd been holding mine in since I saw him.
"I-I'm sorry," I muttered. "Jasper" was still staring at me quizzically from my sudden outburst. "I-I just thought you looked l-like someone I knew…" This time, I had my eyes practically glued to my feet as I stood there, in the presence of the man I only saw in a vision. I was sure that my face was red in embarrassment, and I hoped that he wouldn't want to "talk" about my yell.
But he only chuckled. "It's alright, Miss." He said. His voice was the same as when I had the vision. Like honey, and smooth as silk. "I can tell that you're embarrassed, so I won't press you on the subject." He continued. I sighed in thanks.
"But," I could feel his gaze rest on my still down-turned head. "I would have liked to know how you knew my name if we've never met." My heart skipped a beat when I realized that I had said his name earlier.
"O-Oh, well, you see… the lady out front, um Jessica Stanley, she had said um… I'm with D-Dr. Jasper Hale, so… yeah" I finished lamely.
Oh, do I hope he believes me!
There was a pause, and I risked a glance at him. Jasper was watching me with an amused expression on his face. "Okay then," he said. "Well, since you already know my name, you can just call me Jasper. That is, if you feel comfortable enough with me."
And, oddly enough, I did feel comfortable with me. I mean, 5 seconds ago, I was highly surprised to see Jasper here, but as he spoke there was this overwhelming feeling of calm and tranquility.
To be honest, it frightened me a little.
"Alright then… Jasper." His name rolled uncertainly off of my tongue. I wasn't used to calling a guy by his name directly. I guess I'll just have to say Jasper's name a lot, to get used to it.
I'm going to enjoy that.
I glanced around his office; it was really neat, and there was a laptop on a desk in the far corner of the room. On the wall to my right, there was a photograph hanging there. There were 7 beautiful people posing, and I could make out Jasper's tall form.
"Is that your family?" I hesitantly asked. I didn't want to ask a question he thought was offensive. Jasper looked to where I was indicating, and nodded. "Yeah. I was adopted, along with my sister, Rosalie. Come here, I'll show you."
I followed Jasper to the photo. "Those two, are my adoptive parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen. This, obviously, is me, and next to me is my twin sister Rosalie Hale." I looked at the beautiful blonde in the photo. Looking at her made my eyes burn; she had to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
"And standing next to her is her fiancée and my adoptive brother, Emmett Cullen. He may look frightening at first, but he's really a fun-loving guy." I nodded, but then frowned.
"Wait, isn't that… incest? I mean, since you guys are kinda related and all…" I murmured. There had to be a law for that, right?
Jasper just laughed. "Nah, we're not REALLY related, so it's okay." I frowned again, but shrugged it off. I'm not one to question the government and their marriage ways.
I couldn't help but notice that Jasper and I was standing really close to each other, closer then I've ever been to a guy. And I was freaking out.
"And that is my younger brother, Edward Cullen, and his girlfriend, and my sister, Bella Swan." I looked at the rest of his family members. Edward and Bella looked awfully familiar. Then I remembered.
"Oh! Don't Edward and Bella go to Forks High? I'm in their biology class!" I'm pretty sure that I've seen Edward's penny bronze hair and Bella's long mahogany hair as well.
Jasper smiled and said, "Yeah, they do. But enough about my family, we're supposed to be talking about your problems."
I groaned and followed Jasper back to his desk, where he asked me to sit in the plush chair in front.
I sank deep into the chair, and I silently prayed that this would end. Jasper intrigues me and all, but this place is unnerving.
"So," he started. I sank even lower. "Do you know why you're here?" I shook my head no, and sighed. I just noticed that I was unaware of why I was here.
"Your mom called me, asking if I can be your therapist." I grimaced. "Apparently, I said yes. She was a very… interesting woman. She said that if I could, could I help with your "problem." What IS your problem?" he asked.
I sat up straighter at this new information. I thought that mother didn't want anyone knowing about my visions? She always said it would "ruin her reputation" if people found out that I was a freak. What a load of bull crap.
"I don't have a "problem." Everyone just thinks I'm a freak, and "mother," didn't want people to talk about her insane, crazy daughter." I vented out. I mean, I know I shouldn't fall victim to a therapist and their persuading ways, but I was pissed, and angry with my mom.
Jasper nodded understandingly. "I know how you feel." He assured me. I shook my head. "No, that's just it. You DON'T know how I feel. NOBODY knows how I feel. You can't possibly be saying that you know the exact problems a 17-year-old adolescent teenage girl, like myself, are going through. You can't." I finished.
Jasper had waited until my little rant was over and I had slumped back into my seat to say, "But, I do know, and I want to help you. You can trust me, you know."
I leaned forward on the chair, ready to snap at him for thinking he could help me. But then, I felt different. I wasn't angry anymore, and I had this feeling of trust towards Jasper. I shook my head again, trying to shake off the sudden emotion.
"Are you still angry with me?" I heard Jasper ask quietly.
I frowned for a moment, then said, "No and I don't know why. It's like you're controlling my feelings, or something." I murmured. Jasper sat up straighter and said, "Well, that would be useful for me and my job, no?"
He seemed tense, and he kept shuffling around the papers on his desk. The noise was starting to irritate me.
"So," Shuffle, shuffle. "Do you want to talk more about your mom, or should we just skip to the part where you tell me your problem?" Shuffle, shuffle.
I shrugged, and said, "It doesn't matter to me. You decide." Jasper smiled at me, and I held my breath, as I tried (unsuccessfully) to stop my heart from beating so fast. I'm sure Jasper could hear it, it was extremely loud.
He chuckled and looked at me very intently. I couldn't hold his gaze, so I fixed it to a point above his left eyebrow.
"Well, Miss Brandon,"
"Alice." I immediately responded.
"I'm sorry?" was Jasper's confused reply.
"You can call me Alice. You know, since I already call you… Jasper." I blushed and looked at the carpet again. There was a pause, and then, "Alright then. Alice."
I blushed even more when I realized that he had said the same thing I had earlier, when he said I could call him by his name.
"So, Alice," whenever Jasper says my name, it sounds so heavenly, unlike when others say it. "I'm just going to start with some basic "Get to Know You" questions. Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded, and watched as he sat at the edge of his seat, watching me curiously.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Mary Alice Brandon." Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Mary? I thought your name was Alice?" he seemed interested enough, so I told him.
"My actual name is Mary, but it's so plain and boring, and I like my middle name, Alice, much better. It's sounds more… me, you know?"
Jasper smiled and nodded understandingly. "Next question. What are your interests?" It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to have all of my information on file?" Jasper laughed. "Well, yeah. But I'd like to hear all of this from you. Besides, I didn't have time to read everything. I only know that you're 17. Nothing else."
I nodded and said, "Well… Don't laugh, but I like to shop. A lot." I bit my lip, waiting for jasper's reaction. But he only smiled. "It's okay. My sisters also love shopping. You wouldn't believe how many clothes Rose and Bells bought me for Christmas."
We both laughed, and I relished this new feeling with Jasper. It was comforting in a weird way.
"Well," I began again. "I like to do other things as well. Like reading. I like reading." I nodded my head, agreeing with myself. "Yeah, reading. And I like to make clothes. I want to be a fashion designer someday. Or at least someone who works with clothes." I blushed. I hadn't revealed this much about myself to anyone. Not even Sherry. And we all know how much I'd love to do that.
"That's nice. I'm sure you'll be able to accomplish your goal. You're a really talented person, Alice. I can tell." Jasper said. I smiled a little at his compliment. My own parents had said I wouldn't be able to make a living for myself, and I felt really… well, bummed about their "support." But now that jasper had told me that he believes that I can do it, I felt the confidence to achieve my dreams.
Was this guy great, or what?
"Well, enough about me," I perked up, something I hadn't done in the past 7 years. "Let's talk about you. I want to ask some questions. You know, so I'll be sure that you're not a psycho or anything." How ironic that I was the one calling him a psycho, when I'm the one sitting in his office for therapy.
Jasper laughed. I mean, truly laughed. Threw his head back, and laughed out loud. And I had made him do that. "Fine," he said in between chuckles. "Ask away. Because I can assure you, I'm not THAT psychotic."
"Keyword: THAT." I said, and we both went into another round of laughter.
"Wow, I haven't laughed that much in awhile." I said, wiping away a few tears while I said it. I noticed that Jasper didn't have any tears, and he wasn't red from the amount of laughing we did. Huh… weird.
"Really? How come?" he asked. I pointed a finger at him.
"Hey!" I said, pretending to be stern. "I thought I was supposed to ask the next few questions?" Jasper grinned (Oh how his grin makes my heart flutter!) and nodded. "Right. That was your first question. Next." I narrowed my eyes at him, but continued.
"Okay. What is your name?" I asked.
"Jasper Whitlock Hale." He replied.
"How old are you?" I asked him. He said, "19."
I felt my eyes widen. "You're only 19?" I asked in disbelief. Jasper nodded. "Why, is it so unconvincing?"
I just shook my head and continued with my questions. I asked him simple things, like his interests, hobbies, and other things. Before I knew it, the time had passed, and a shrill voice rang from the other side of the closed door.
"Hey, freak!"
I could feel my face pale at the sound of Sherry's voice. "Oh my God…" I whispered. "Why is she here?" I asked to no one in particular. I would have thought she'd make me walk home instead of coming to pick me up. What's with the sudden change in mood?
"Mom's making me pick you up, too! So don't keep me waiting, weirdo!"
Of course.
Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess- Your sister?" he asked. I nodded my head and sighed. "I guess I have to go now, huh?" I was disappointed. I was really starting to enjoy my day with Jasper.
"Yeah, I guess. But don't worry, if you want, we can meet up again anytime this week. I'm free." Jasper grinned, and I heard my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Jasper must have heard it, because he started chuckling. "You should probably go now. I have a feeling your sister won't like being late for whatever she has planned."
I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Probably going back to screwing the male population. So, how about Friday?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant. I heard Jasper say, "Alright. Friday." And I walked towards the door.
Just as I was about to turn the door knob, it swung open and there stood Sherry, red-faced and boiling with anger.
But, as she saw Jasper, who was standing behind me, she smoothed out her expression, and fluffed her already fluffy hair. My stomach clenched with such a furious intensity, I nearly doubled over from the force. She was batting her eyes at him!
"Oh, hello there." She purred. I could practically see the thoughts she was having of him, trying to find a way to get Jasper in bed with her. She is such a whore.
"Um… hi." Jasper replied. He looked disgusted, and that made feel slightly better. Just slightly.
"Anyway, Alice," Jasper turned to me. "I'll see you on Friday. Maybe even sooner." He winked, while I waved goodbye while walking away. Sherry looked, well, pissed that Jasper blew her off, but I was happy.
I'm looking forward to Friday.
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Okay! That was chapter 2! Remember, if you want Jasper's POV, review!
Aieeeee! Tomorrow is Edward Cullen Day! (June 20th) make sure to wish him happy birthday! Later!
-AlexisS