BPOV
Rose was right, I had a killer hang over the next morning.

I groaned and pressed my face into my pillow, not even caring that I was probably smudging makeup all over it. I peeked up at my bed side table drawer, the bright red numbers of my clock flashing at me. 9:24.

There was a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin sitting there for me, Rose could always hold her liquor better, and I scooped them up gratefully, guessing that she was already off to work. Thank God the library was closed on Sundays. I dont think I could have handled going to work. I sat up, stretching out my tight muscles and wrinkled my nose, smelling of sweat and booze. I stood gingerly and eased my way to the bathroom, peeling off the dress and frowning at my reflection. My hair was a nest. I worked my fingers into it, pulling out all the pins and tossing them into the sink as I went to turn a nice hot shower on.

I sighed in content as the water fell over me and then I began the perilous journey of washing my hair. When that was done and my skin was nice pink color from the hot water, I stepped out and tied my hair into a high pony tail, dressing in sweat pants and an old grey T-shirt. I guess I would just be hanging out around the apartment for the day. Oh joy. I picked up a bit, my room, the living room, the kitchen. When that was done I worked on cooking something up for lunch, chicken penne sounded good. I stabbed at the pasta as I sat at the breakfast/bar counter, reading a book, as Rose walked in, the sound of her heels clacking loudly in the hall always the sure sign. "Mmm, smells good in here Bella." She said, tossing her keys into the small bowl on the coffee table as she passed by to go make a plate in the kitchen.

Rose stood across from me, leaning against the counter and chewing on a piece of chicken. "So..." She started, looking over at me with innocent eyes. I narrowed my own eyes at her as I looked up from my book. "Yes?"

She smiled and speared a couple of pasta on her fork, waving it at me. "What was up with you and the blond hottie last night?" I flushed as I remembered his smoldering blue eyes and I looked down. "Nothing." I grumbled, also remembering his quick departure.

"Oh please Bella, you two wanted each other, any one could tell." I shot her a look. "Youre one to talk, practically fucking the football player on the dance floor." I retorted. I saw something then that I dont think I ever saw from Rose. She blushed.

I arched my eyebrows. "Wow Rose, you really have a thing for this guy dont you?" She shrugged, smoothing her features. "I met the guy once, who knows if he'll even call." I could tell though that she really wanted him to.

"Well you have his number too." I pointed out. She forked some more food into her mouth. "Bella Bella Bella. Im not calling him first, he has to call." I rolled my eyes, silly "womens" rules.

I hopped off the high stool and walked around, rinsing my plate in the sink. "Whatever, but I garuntee he will soon, he seemed quite taken with you." Like all men.

Three days passed, I returned to work on Monday, Emmett had texted Rose on Tuesday. She tried very hard to hide from me how excited she was that he asked her out for Saturday, but I could see right though her. She never got so worked up about men, this one must be damn special to have Rose like this. I thought about those blue eyes constantly, the smokey stare floating in my dreams. I needed to get a grip on myself.

But Wednesday came and I sat bored at the front desk, staring down, nose in a book of course, when a throat cleared. I looked up and those eyes were instantly recognizable.

JPOV
Emmett ranted at me as he drove me home that night, calling me pussy whipped and other various Emmett insults. I didnt pay much attention to him, my eyes staring out the dark window as I pictured a full lipped smile and wavy thick brown locks...

"Dude! Youre lucky I got her number." He stopped the car sharply in front of my apartment building, cutting a look at me. "So what was up with you and that girl?" He asked, the question I knew he would, and I shrugged indifferent. "I felt bad she had to sit there and watch her friend sex it up with you on the dance floor. So I asked her if she wanted to dance."

"You pity danced with her?" He asked incredulously. I shrugged again. "Harsh man, shes a hot chick, she didnt need a pity dance from the likes of you." I opened the car door, stepping out. Emmett was right, that woman deserved much more. "Night man."

Alice wasnt even home when I unlocked the door to the apartment, so I sat in the living room, watching a bit of tv before my phone buzzed again, letting me know she was here. I stood and sighed, the routine known, which was sad, and I headed out the door and down the stairs to the parking garage to meet her at her car.

"Jazzy!" There was a flurry of black hair and then small arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled and bent down lifting the small woman up to plant a kiss on her lips. "Hey Al, how are you?" She was bubbly and upbeat, like always, and as soon as I set her down she started a rant about how the fashion designs were coming along and how the models were getting on her nerves and how the shopping was today as she unlocked the trunk. I nodded, listening to half off what she was saying as I unloaded the back of the car, arms full of bags.

She carried about five of the fifty bags from the car, me lugging the rest as she skipped ahead of me. I was worn out, but she seemed constantly full of energy. I just couldnt deal with that tonight. I dropped the bags in our room, flopping on my back on the bed. "Oh Jazz, tired?" Alice cooed, pulling clothes from bags and examining them. "Yeah." I mumbled, settling back against the pillows. "Get some sleep then." She said, starting to put the stuff away. So much for that "surprise" she said she had. Not that I was in the mood. I flipped my shoes off and slid back into the bed, closing my eyes and seeing a dark silhouette of a pretty brunette.

I didnt see much of Alice over the passing days, something I had grown used to because of her working hours, and I woke early the next morning to get ready for work. I was a student teacher at the nearby college, sitting in for Professor Carlisle's lectures. He was a nice man, many a lady student had a crush on him, something that amused the both of us. I was going to teach history, a history buff myself, and I always found Carlisle's teaching's intriguing. Nothing of much importance happened on Monday or Tuesday, except for Emmett telling me he had a date with Rosalie. It made me think of Bella, but I forced the memory of her away.

After Wednesday's lecture Carlisle called me to him. "Jasper, I was wondering, if you'd like to teach a small lecture next week?" I was a bit shocked, but I nodded. "I'd love to Carlisle." He smiled, patting my shoulder. "That's great, I know how much you like the Civil War." He winked and set about picking up his papers. "You can start research at the library on Florence and 7th, I know its a small library, but they have the best books there." I had never been there and I nodded again. "Alright, thanks for the suggestion. See you tomorrow Carlisle." He waved at me and I left the building.

I pondered over what I would talk about specifically as I walked to my car, missing my motorcycle. The weather was no good for me to be riding around on it. I slid into the car and turned the engine on, deciding to swing by the library Carlisle was talking about. It was a modest building, one I had passed before I think, but had never really noticed. It wasn't small, but it wasnt exactly the down town library either. I parked the car and headed in, looking down as I thought about what I could start researching.

I looked up as I entered the building, pausing mid-stride. There was a long mahogany desk before the front doors, obviously for check out, but thats not what made me stop. It was who was sitting behind the desk that froze me. It was her hair. Her long, thick chestnut colored hair. She was twirling a strand of it in her fingers as she leaned over, reading a book with rapt interest. That was what made me realize it was Bella. I shook my head, feeling foolish. I needed to stop acting like a love struck teen. There was nothing, so I shouldnt act like there was something.

I decided it would be the polite thing to go say hello so I approached the desk, her concentration never wavering from the book, and I had to clear my throat to get her attention. She jumped and looked up confused before recognition dawned on her face, her sweet open face. I smiled. "Hey Bella."

She seemed confused to see me there, like she was expecting me to vanish at any moment. "Hello Jasper..." She blushed. A lovely pink color touched her cheeks. "What are you doing here?" She asked, furrowing her brows.

"Well, I am known to read a book or two." I joked. She blushed darker. "Right." She said, laughing a bit. "Its just, Ive never seen you in here before." She clarified and I nodded, understanding that with this library she must recognize most of who came through the doors. "A friend suggested I come here."

She tilted her head. "Who?" She asked curiously. I smiled and leaned against the counter, glancing down at what she was reading. Austen. Nice. "Carlisle." She nodded a smile spreading over her face. "Oh Carlisle! Of course, are you in one of his classes?" She asked interestedly, seeming to know my Professor quite well. "Actually I'm a student teacher, sitting in his class, he wants me to do a lecture next week and suggested I come here."

"How do you know him?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. She looked down, fingering the pages of the weathered book before her. "Old family friend, him and Esme are like an Aunt and Uncle to me. " She smiled brightly suddenly up at me. "Tell him hi for me. So if you need any help or something, just come ask me, kay?" I stared into her smiling face, a smile gracing my lips as well. "Alright Bella." I liked the way her name rolled off my lips. I pushed away from the desk, feeling her eyes follow me as I wandered down an aisle of books.

I scanned the shelves for a long while, occasionally catching a glimpse of Bella here and there as I passed different rows or if she was putting something away. We didnt say anything to each other, but our eyes would always meet and there would always be a connection...of something. I didnt know.

I finally pulled three books from the shelves, ready to check out. I did so reluctantly because I wasnt ready to leave the presence of Bella. It was like I knew she was there, could feel here there, even when I didnt see her. I approached the desk, this time her looking up as I did so, and she smiled. "Find everything alright then?" She asked sweetly, her voice soft. I placed the books down in front of her and nodded. "Yeah, just a book about the Civil War, one about Custer, and one just for the heck of reading." She chuckled and scanned them, stamping them, and then looking at me. "Library card?"

I reached for my wallet and flipped it open, pulling out the small yellow plastic card and passing it to her for her to scan. "Alright, youre all set. They're due back in two weeks." She passed the books and the card back to me. "It was nice seeing you again Jasper." She said after a moment, looking up at me.

And I couldnt lie. "It was nice seeing you too Bella."

BPOV
Seeing Jasper again was like a shock to my senses. If anything he looked even more delectable then he did before. Why didnt I notice how incredibly amazing he was? He stood before me, smiling, and I noticed. His perfect chiseled face and jaw, his deep blue eyes with the sweep of soft blond lashes, the wavy golden hair that fell past his ears, his tall and sleek, yet very well built frame, I could see the muscles through his t-shirt. I was so out of his league.

"It was nice seeing you too Bella." The way he said my name made it sound like a caress and I wanted to sigh and beg him to say my name again. Instead I watched as he gave me a sexy wink and walked out the doors. I shivered and sat back in my chair hard. Just as hard as I was falling probably.

"What's with you?" Rose asked as we sat outside our favorite little cafe for dinner. "Youve been all dreamy eyed over there since I met you at work." She narrowed her eyes at me in suspicion. "Did you meet someone?" She accused.

"No. Well yes. Well maybe?" I rambled, tearing at a piece of roll and nibbling on it.

"What the hell does that mean?" She asked. I sighed, setting the rest of the bread down on my plate. "Jasper came to the library today." She nodded in understanding then. "You want him. Its all over your face."

I blushed furiously and looked down, her laughter high and drawing the attention of many. "Damn it Rose, keep it down. And I guess, I mean, have you seen him? He's built like...like...Adonis!" She laughed again and I glared through the heat in my cheeks.

"Alright, alright. Well, did he ask you out?" I frowned, not meeting her eyes. "No." I grumbled. She frowned too.

"Hmm...I could always ask Em..." I stared wide eyed at her. "Oh Rose, dont do that."

"Why not?" She asked, looking at me like the idea wasnt a bad one at all.

"Because." I stated. "If you tell Emmett, he's sure to tell Jasper." She rolled her eyes.

"He wont say anything if I tell him not to." She said confidently.

"How do you know? Youve known him all of four days Rose." She huffed and leaned back in her chair. "I know Bells." I sighed, she was probably right. And this was probably the best way to find out anything.

Rose drove us home after dinner and I happily kicked off my shoes to flop stomach first onto my bed, Rosalie tapping away happily on her Black Berry to Emmett. She made a sour face as she leaned on the door frame to my room.

"Bells..." She said, casting me a look that had me sitting up.

"What?" I asked, knots tightening in my stomach. It was something bad, I could tell.

"Well...Jasper as a girlfriend." I let out a gust of air. Of course. That made sense. I nodded, sitting back down on the bed. I mean, someone like Jasper? Of course he was taken, all the good ones were.

Rose scowled. "That rat, he should have told you, leading you on like that." She started to rant and I sighed. "Rose, please, he didnt extend me an invitation or anything like that. Hes just polite. And nice." She kept the scowl.

"Its fine Rosalie, not that big a deal." I laid back, staring up at the ceiling, seeing blue. Not that big a deal...

I went to work the next day in a bad mood, the rain having soaked my hair and clothes, my shoes squeaking loudly as I slid across the floor, and having slept poorly last night. I knew I was in for a bad day. Angela smiled apologetically at me as she left, her shift over. She was a nice quiet girl. Much better than when Jessica was around. Rosalie hated her.

I shook out my soaked jacket and draped it across the back of the chair, running my fingers through my dripping hair. My head jerked up as I heard quiet laughter. "Well, looks like you had a nice swim."

Jasper was standing before me, his hair deliciously wet and sparkled with drops of water that he shook from his locks. It was like a damn tv commercial. His cheeks were flushed and his leather jacket had water sliding down the sides. He looked amazing.

"Actually, it was more like a drown." I mumbled, sitting in the chair, my butt uncomfortably wet. His musical laugh echoed around us again and I fought the urge to shield my ears before I fell for the sirens call.

He seemed to be in a chipper mood. How lovely. "Here for more books already?" I asked, logging myself into the computer in front of me, trying to distract myself from looking at him.

He draped himself casually across the front desk, looking over at me with a mildly amused expression. "I am actually, so surprising?"

I shrugged, typing away at the keyboard. A frown etched its way onto his face. "Is everything alright?" He asked, picking up on my mood. I could see him from the corner of her eyes, his concern plain on his face as he watched me. "Yeah, Im fine." I sighed, looking up at him finally.

He studied my face for a bit, nodding slowly as if he didnt believe me. "Is there something you need?" I asked him tiredly. He pushed away from the desk, still staring at me intently before answering. "No, Im good." He strolled away towards the back shelves and I let out a huff of air.

He was back there for about twenty minutes when I stood and took the cart of books by the desk, pushing them into the aisles to place them back on the shelves. I spotted his golden halo of hair, his back against a shelf as he sat in the aisle, reading through a book. I couldnt help but smile a bit at the sight of him, he was kinda cute. As if sensing me he looked up, catching my stare, his lips curving up into a tempting grin. I bit down on my lip and hurried away, pushing the cart in the opposite direction of that dangerous creature.

What was wrong with me? I felt so thrown off by his presence. I stepped up on a stool absentmindedly as I thought about it, reaching up to slide a book into place on the shelf. I could barely reach so I pushed up with one foot. That was probably a bad idea. That and Jaspers calling my name.

"Bella?"

I looked back and thats when I started to topple, backwards. I swung my arms out, flailing to find something to catch, and when I realized that wasnt going to happen I squeezed my eyes closed shut tight, waiting for impact. Instead there was was the feeling of air and then something soft yet sturdy wrapping around me. I peeked an eye open as I heard a quiet 'oomph', one that didnt come from me.

I opened both eyes puzzled and then tilted my head back, eyes meeting blue electricity. "Clumsy?" He asked, the air having been knocked out of him as he had come to my rescue.

"Quite." I replied breathlessly. I started to feel a flush work its way up my chest and neck, realizing I was laying in his arms. I struggled to get free, embarrassed and he lifted me off the stool and set me down on the ground.

I felt the loss immediately, his arms strong and warm. "Thanks." I mumbled, looking down. He smiled softly. "No problem darlin." I struggled a bit after that to catch my breath. Why did he have to be so damn sexy?

I returned to the cart grudgingly, Jasper trailing after me. "Enjoy spending your free time in boring library's?" I asked him as we passed rows of books. He smiled, glancing over at me. "I like spending time reading, yes. This library is quaint. I like it." I nodded, placing books here and there, trying to ignore his close proximity. "You dont have somewhere you have to be?" I questioned. He shrugged, running a hand through his hair, my eyes glazing slightly as I thought about my own fingers doing that. "Either hang out at home or at Em's." I bit my lip, another question bubbling in my throat, one I probably didnt want an answer too.

Lucky for me, he asked me a question instead. "Why do you work in a library?" I shrugged like him, looking away as I scanned the numbers on the shelves. "At first I picked it up as a job during college, ya know, something that paid. But then after I graduated, I didnt really find the need to leave. I love books and its not like a had another more permanent job to go to, seeing as I write." I found the number I was looking for and I slid a book in place, glancing at him. "What?" I asked at his odd expression.

"You write?" He asked, seeming really interested. I nodded, looking away from his earnest face. "I love to, Rose keeps insisting I send some stuff in, but I never work up the nerve, always wanting to tweak or change something. Ill publish something some day." I said wistfully, pushing the now empty cart back to the front desk.

Jasper smiled, placing only one book down on the desk as I sat down. "I bet you will. " He agreed, smiling handsomely at me. I was momentarily dazed, but I blinked and took a breath. "Is this all?" I asked, reaching for the book, his card already on top. He nodded. "It is for today." I scanned and stamped the book before handing it back to him with his card. "Due in two weeks." I said.

He grinned, picking the book up. "Ill see ya later Bella."

"Bye Jasper."