A/N: Yay! My first review in I have no idea how many months(: Thank you, Kathy, for reviewing so I can go ahead and post this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor do I own the characters.
Bella POV
After Spanish, I have to go to History and Jasper has to go to Journalism. We walk out into the hallway after being shrouded in darkness and being forced to watch a horrific movie that was only in Spanish – Jasper had to translate for me, but we already got in trouble once for talking, so he had to sit really close to whisper what they were saying. My face is still burning a deep red from the stares we got from other people in the class. I turn to Jasper and look up into his gorgeous golden eyes, smiling. "Well, I guess I'll see you at lunch," I say and Jasper nods, smiling back and slipping an arm around my waist to give me a quick hug before heading towards the other end of the building.
Sighing, I begin to make my way through the crowds of gossiping people and teachers barking out orders to the students. When I finally reach my classroom, I'm struck with a wave of freezing air and I shiver, wishing I'd brought my jacket. As I sit my things down at my desk and go up to the stout table near the door to pick up the class work for the day, I'm shocked to see Jasper out in the hallway, holding his large Bad Religion jacket. Grinning, I jog out into the hallway – being careful of other people and my own feet – and stop in front of him. "How'd you know that I would be cold?" I ask, gratefully taking the jacket from him and slipping it on. It's huge on me, going almost all the way down to my knees. Jasper shrugs, smiling and saying, "Well, Miss Austin's classroom is always ten degrees below what it needs to be to sustain life, so I thought I'd bring you a jacket." I smile and wrap my arms around Jasper's waist to give him a hug.
"Well, I better get going," he chuckles, rubbing my back and kissing my forehead. Surprised, I pull back and hold the ends of the sleeves on the jacket, looking up at him with blood red cheeks. "See you at lunch, Bells." And, with that, he jogs off to get to class before the bell rings. Walking back into my History class, I grab the worksheet and sit down at my desk, warm and cozy in Jasper's jacket. I can smell him on the fabric and I can't help but to lean my chin on the heel of my hand so that I can inconspicuously smell it. I start to doze off, thinking about how it'd feel to have Jasper's cold arms around me while I sleep…How it'd feel if he touched his freezing lips to mine. A tap on my desk brings me out of my thoughts and I look at Angela Webber, smiling a little. "Hi, Angela, sorry, I was pretty spaced out." Angel smiles and gestures towards the jacket, raising her eyebrows suggestively. My face heats and I shrug.
"Jasper brought it to me – I don't have my jacket and he said that Miss Austin's classroom was always cold." Angela giggles and sits down in the desk next to mine, opening her mouth to ask something, but Miss Austin cuts her off. "Good morning, class," she says loudly, practically slamming the heavy wooden door behind her as she walks inside, "I trust that you have taken a hint from this large sign saying 'CLASS WORK' and have gotten your worksheet." About half the class shuffles to their feet and Miss Austin picks up a small portion of the stack, handing them to each student and shooing them back to their desks.
When History was over, I headed for Math where we learned something new, took a lot of notes, and most of the class finished their homework within the ten minutes we had left before the bell rang. Excited to see Jasper again, I hurry to my locker and practically throw my books and bag inside. While I'm trying to get some type of order in the locker, a cold hand presses against my lower back, making me jump. "Hey, beautiful," Jasper says, his southern accent giving his words a certain twang. I blush, smiling up at him. "Hey," I reply, shutting my locker and turning to him. "I thought we could go off campus for lunch today – say, my house? Maybe we can skip the rest of the day?" He's looking at me with a slightly pouting face and pleading eyes. Smiling, I agree, "Okay, fine. I don't want to go to Science anyways – I heard the teacher is a real bitch." Jasper grins and threads his fingers through mine, leading me towards the exit. Since I have no homework, I leave my bag in my locker.
Once in Jasper's car, I start to get a little confused. "Hey, Jasper?" I ask, looking over at him as he swiftly pulls out of his parking place. He looks at me and smiles, "Yes, Bella?" I bite my lip, looking down at my hands, which are folded in my lap. "Uhm, I know we have a really great chance to bond – and I'm really happy about that – but, why are you being so…" I search my brain for the right word, "Intimate, I guess, is the word." Jasper bites his lip, keeping his eyes on the road as he thinks. "Uh…I really don't know, to be honest. I guess – I've always liked you, Bella. And not just in a sisterly way, but more than that." I stare out the window, my heart pounding my chest. "I guess, what I'm trying to say is that, well, I kind of…love you." Silence falls over us as I soak in the information. I glance over at Jasper and the expression of pure humility on his face makes me touch his shoulder. He looks at me questioningly. "Pull over," I say quietly.
Jasper quickly pulls onto the shoulder and unlocks the car doors, sighing. "I would at least like to drive you back to school, Bella." He looks at me, his eyes black with sorrow. "But, if you want to leave…" I quickly silence him as my lips press against his. He sits there, stunned, for a few seconds before our mouths start to move against one another. The kiss starts out desperate and passionate, but slowly decreases into sweet little pecks with panting in between. I pull back and Jasper untangles his fingers from my hair. My face is blood red and I can't believe that I just shared the best kiss of my life with my ex-boyfriend's brother. "I love you, too, Jasper," I whisper softly, pressing my lips on his again. This kiss is firm, but soft as our lips move slowly and deliberately with the others'. When we pull apart again, Jasper smiles and kisses my forehead before pulling back onto the road.
"You know we have to tell the rest of the family, right?" he asks quietly after a few minutes of silence. I sigh and nod, unsure of how to feel about the inevitable confession. I wonder silently if Alice will hate me – And what about Edward? No, I tell myself, glaring out the front windshield, Edward doesn't control you anymore. Love Jasper and love life, and don't worry about what the others will think. They can think whatever they like, as long as I get to keep Jasper.
A/N: And there you have it(: Chapter two. This one was shorter than the first and the process was a lot more drug out because I had some writer's block.
Read&Review! I won't post the next chapter until I get another review.
Word count: 1329
Pages: 2