Hello again.
Thanks for the many people who took their time to tell me what they thought. Anyway this is the 2nd part. Enjoy. Please Review.
And again, just a note, i don't own Jasper or any other people in this ( apart from Jason - He's from my head ) ;)
My mouth opened as if I was going to say something to her. Her glare put me off though, maybe I should leave her? She seemed to be in a bad mood. Your fault I thought to myself.
"Jay!" Shouted Peter from behind me, I turned all of a sudden, seeing him rush towards me, my eyes rolled and then turned back to the woman who I pissed of so badly. But what I found shocked me, she was running out the door with three of her friends.
"Jay!" Peter called back, I was going to turn to shout at him, this was his fault. "Jay, I need your help" He panted, he couldn't be tired from running to one end to the other? Honestly, he needs to exercise more.
"What? Forgot how to chat up girls?" I joked, of course Peter was the guy who would get any woman into bed with a wink of an eye.
"No" he hissed, but the grin on his face made me think he clearly knew how to. "It's Emmett" I was then dragged off to the other side, hearing cheers and shouting. I frowned to myself, then looked at what was going on, there was Emmett and this other guy throwing punches at each other.
What was going on? I turn my back for one second and this happens? But I had to do something, Emmett was either going to be killed or kill him. I rushed towards Emmett, pulling him back, but was soon knocked out the way, he was a strong guy, I clearly needed help.
Peter got the hint before running with me, getting Emmett down on the floor, feeling him trashing back and forth. We never moved, we waited for him to calm down and then let him go.
"I could have had him" Emmett ranted, moving towards the bar, this was his bar, and he seemed to get into fights more then the punters. "I could have had him" He said once more.
"Emmett. Mate, you've had a little too much to drink." I tried to calm him now, but it didn't work, he just turned to the guy he was just fighting, telling him to get out, he wasn't allowed back in here.
"Can I help you?" I asked, I better let the boss think that I do work in this place. After the lady I asked explained what she was looking for; a black laptop that isn't too big and isn't heavy. Net book then. I led her towards the section where they were, wishing her a good day and telling her to come and get me if there was a problem , I quickly took that opportunity, sliding out the back door, going for my break. I took a cigarette out from my back pocket and lit it up, taking a drag before turning to see Charlotte come to join me.
"So Peter behaved himself at the stag night?" She seemed worried that we went to some strip club or he went off with some woman.
"Peter...was Peter" was all I said, he didn't go off with any woman, he did flirt, but the fight that broke out between Emmett and another man caused Peter to help me break it up.
"What does that even mean Mr. Whitlock"
I knew I was in trouble when she said that to me, I think it was about time I explained.
"Peter loves you Charlotte, otherwise he wouldn't be engaged to you. He just likes female attention when he's out" I tried to make it sound not a big deal, but I knew her heart was breaking inside. Most girls hearts would be breaking knowing their man was flirting with girls when her back was turned.
"Well..." She started, but she soon broke off, looking down at her hands before turning to go back inside, so had I upset her? I hoped not, Charlotte was a good friend of mine, I didn't want to think I had upset her.
The rest of the day went slow, I knew Peter was in for a ear bashing, and well it was all my fault. Someone was going to tell her Jasper, better coming from you I thought to myself, it was time she knew what her man was like.
Once I was let off, I grabbed my coat, placing if over my arms and zipped it up. Just before I was going to get in my car I saw a few girls, making their way towards the main road. My eyes lit up when I saw them under the street lamp, it was the girl from the club.
After I said sorry to her in that bar she left quickly, I wasn't so sure why she left all of a sudden, I never asked if I could get her a drink, or a dance for that matter. I blame myself for the fact she left, No in fact I blame Emmett.
I watched them as they went back into the club that I found her last week, a small grin came on my face. I had an excuse to go in there, my sister was getting married tomorrow, I needed to double check what time I had to be at his, I was one of his best man. There were three. Me, Edward and Eric. Eric was the manager at the club.
I made sure my work uniform didn't show, and then made my way towards the club, I nodded at Edward as I passed him, walking towards the bar, standing next to the girls I had seen in the parking lot only a few moments ago, I didn't take a notice to them, pretended I didn't know who they were. "Jase?" I called, hearing mutters next to me, they clearly thought I cut in the line. I saw Jason turn to smile, asking what I wanted. "No, I'm driving, I just want to know if Em is here" I asked, Jason nodded to the back as I went round, hearing a gasp as I looked back, she clearly knew it was me, I winked at her before going to the back.
"Hey Jay" Emmett called, coming out to the office, moving behind the bar, I had to follow him, but I never complained, I got a good view of her. "What can I do for you?" he asked, sorting out some paper work that was there.
"I just wanted to know what time I had to be at yours tomorrow?" This clearly put Emmett off, what did I say?
"You're not staying over mine tonight?"
"No? Was I meant to?" I asked, no one had told me this, I just thought I had to be at his early in the morning.
"Rose was meant to tell you, oh well, you don't have to, just be at mine at six tomorrow morning, some drinks before the service at ten." He told me the details, I just nodded, I didn't really sleep well at other people's houses, and at Emmett's I would have the floor, and well if it was the choice between the floor or my own bed, I would choose the bed every time. I nodded as I turned my back, moving towards the other side of the bar.
My eyes went to the girl I saw last week before I smiled, turning towards the door, I had no guts to talk to her, she might hate me.
The wedding was soon here, the morning was fun, drinking a lot of larger and shots but we couldn't drink too much. Rosalie wouldn't like it if Emmett was slurring his vows to her. Although I must admit, witnessing it would be good entertainment.
As Rosalie moved down the aisle I couldn't help but make my eyes tear up, ever since our father died I seemed to be the man of the house, taking care of her, more then our mother. It was just the way I was brought up. Our mother was proud that I looked out for her, I could be a sleaze and not care about my younger sister.
I felt a small hand on my shoulder as I smiled, my mother was standing behind me, I took her hand and turned to face her, well her tears escaped her eyes as she saw her daughter. Who would of thought? My younger sister getting married before me? Although it does happen. I just haven't met the right woman yet.
Rosalie's dress wasn't over the top, it was just right. A white strapless dress that flowed straight down to her feet, with diamonds on it making butterflies. She had this dress made for her, I remembered that she boasted about it.
As Rosalie and Emmett made their vows my mom's sobs from behind me made me laugh, she was the only one crying out loud, of course happy cries but it was funny.
Once they kissed people clapped for them, cheering that hey finally did it.
"So you're happy for me?" Rosalie asked me as we walked into the hall, it was now time for the reception, I placed my arm around her and nodded. Of course I was happy for her. She found someone who she loved and he loved her back.
"Right, now you go and enjoy your night, I'll..." I looked around, trying to find someone to stand with. Peter was there with Charlotte, so she didn't kill him after all. "Hey!" I ran from Rosalie, hearing her laugh, as I got to Peter. "You look amazing" I told Charlotte and kissed her cheek.
The food was set out on the large long table, where people could help themselves, I was one of the last people to actually get food, bad move though, there was hardly anything left, there is always that one person who took too much then they should.
I sat down next to my mom, looking down at the food on her plate. She was one of those people who took too much. My mom was a skinny lady, but she did love her food, never put any weight on. It's where I took it from, and Rosalie, we could eat as much as we liked and never put on much weight.
"My baby girl all grown up" she commented, seeing Rosalie on the dance floor with Emmett, giggling away. "She looks beautiful" She commented again, biting into a rather large roll filled with ham.
I was about to reply to my mother, but my eyes locked onto a young girl. She looked like the girl from the club, it was only when she turned to face my direction that I smiled. It was her, she worked here? I got up, moving towards the large table of food where she was, as if I was going to get some more. "Fancy seeing you here" I said shyly.
"Oh..." she paused, looking at me as if I was dirt on the bottom of her shoe. "...You are at this party?" She asked, shaking her head at me.
"My sister is the bride" I commented, leaning against the wall, looking at her carefully, a small smile creeping up on my face. "Can we start again?" I asked.
She just stared at me blankly before sighing, what was she thinking? I wanted to know what she thought. Does she hate me that much for making her top wet?
"Fine" she whispered. "I must admit, I did get that stain out of my top" she said, picking up an empty plate. "I'm Alice." She said walking away from me.
"Nice to meet you Alice. I'm Jasper!" I called after her, she moved her head, a small smile on her face, and winked at me. What did that mean? I just couldn't help but blush, my head turning towards Emmett who watched me from the distance. That made me go even more red. "Shit" I mumbled, watching her walk away, seeing her walk was more of a 'dance'.