Summary: I saw you. I met you. I wanted you. I liked you. I chased you. I got you. I had you. I loved you. I got bored. I left. One night with Jasper and everything changed. Rated T Jasper/Bella

A.N: Need some development between the two grinches, so here's just a sappy part that takes a couple minutes of their night. Kind of fluffy, Jasper is still a douche, Bella is emotional—like a girl and Emmett jumps in—somewhere. We always need Emmett and Rosalie, they make this chapter more romantic, in their own fucked up way.

Chapter Three:Cause'

I groaned and slammed my hand to grasp anything tangible. At first, I grabbed my leg and let go when I felt my ligament de-attach itself from the bone—muscle, the shit. Then I went for my head but the throbbing pain made me pull back immediately. Forcibly, I slapped my hand beside me and came across the lamp/night table.

I couldn't be any more happier, I hit the mother-load.

Automatically, I raised my body and pushed myself off the bed to land closer to the drawer. Pulling it open, with my eyes still closed, I patted my hand inside to hear anything that sounds plausible enough to stop the aching. Any capsule…anything that forms the shape of a pill—that was good enough.

"—Christ, Jasper. What do you want?" Emmett roared loud enough for me to snap my head up, getting my eyes to open in full attention. Maybe it wasn't Emmett, it could have been the small possibility that he said Jasper.

I turned and saw that his bed was empty. Shouldn't have turned but I guess it was my wishful thinking that he would care enough to stay and watch and see if I died or not. Atleast if I was breathing.

Then those thoughts spurred out of my head when I watched the clock tick and bang and make those silly noises when it turns 12.

He stayed for only fifty-shitty-nine minutes?

I didn't know why, but that angered me. The son of a gun just left.

Didn't I deserve a goodbye or any annotation that people do deserve when they are knocked out unconscious? Or some sort of apology for making me tear of the lamp out of it's socket, something?

I dragged myself to the door and with all my might I crashed my ear on the wood, slumping down to get comfortable.

I knew I missed maybe half the conversation because the second thing I heard was Emmett grumbling, "Rosalie is dying."

I snorted at the irony. Ironic how the only two girls inside the captivity of Emmett and Jasper were….dying.

"The only ones who should be anywhere near death is us. Or at least, me." Jasper remarked back.

"Why?" And that question caused me to clasp my stomach when I felt the urge to vomit.

I knew what Jasper was going to say. I mean he had to say that it was because of me. Because I was a pain in his ass. Because I made him want to say that he wished he was human because he didn't want to hear me. I made him bear with me. I made him do the inevitable—share a room.

God, I'm losing it.

I pushed myself closer and then hunched my shoulders when I heard them loud and clear.

"Cause'." Was all he said.

One word holding such heaviness that it made me want to squirm. His discretion made me want to swing him because what the hell could you analyze by his reply…? Nothing. Not one goddamn thing.

There was some shifting of their feet against the hardwood floor and a door opening, "I need you guys to keep quiet tonight." Jasper whispered, his voice getting raspy in the end.

"And why the fuck would we do that?" Emmett chuckled.

Jasper took a sharp breath, hissing out, "Because you don't want to wake up to a tree up your ass and have you're balls swinging 100 feet above sea-motherfuckin'-level."

Emmett didn't respond. Instead, there was a groan that escaped—probably—from Rosalie's mouth. It was high and final, it had to be Rosalie.

"You wouldn't be so goddamn uptight if you didn't follow Alice's ass out. I mean, what the fuck are you even doing here?" Emmett's voice was incredulous, "Do not waste the condom. Jesus Jasper, don't you know that by now?"

Speaking of condoms; If they can't get pregnant, what are they protecting each other from? Then I sighed, expanding onto my confusion; Another fucking question that's going to be left unanswered.

"Remember for one second who hogged my room, you fucker," Jasper gritted, "And then ask me about being uptight."

Silence. Another groan escaped from Rosalie's mouth. A groan that was filled with annoyance and agitation. More silence. The chirps from outside crawled inside and the wind's swift movement caught my eyes that I got lost in transfusion.

Even more silence.

"So where are you sleeping?" I snorted.

That was the million dollar question which Jasper seemingly ignored oh-so-swiftly that I did have to worry about what he was going to say.

He started cautiously, "There's a spare bed…" he wandered off, not ending with whose room the spare bed was located in. Didn't he know that Emmett would just press it?

"Where?" Ha! Thought so.

"Next to Alice's room." He mumbled. The more I began to sink in his words and his retorts, I began to notice that he was just ignoring to answer the question, refusing to say my name.

"Bella's room?" Emmett offered, his voice hinting curiosity.

"Sure," Jasper muttered, tightly against his lips, "So…just be quiet…"Jasper cleared his throat and shuffled once more.

Why was he getting so goddamn awkward? Ignoring to mention my name…as if he was uncomfortable…and as far as I was concerned, why the hell was he so uncomfortable with saying my name? It was simple. It was just Bella goddamn Swan.

I grasped the door knob and swung it open, just about aggravated and tired from the ache that pounded in my head, watching both their heads snap to look at the person behind the door.

At first, their eyes were at semi-point. I coughed, irritated and Jasper caught me on the ground, crunching his brow, "The fuck…" he whispered, shaking his head as he took a step forward.

I held my palm out, still drowsy from whatever the hell he gave me to drank, "My name is Bella Swan, Jasper."

He stopped, "What?"

"You're hesitating to tell Emmett that you're sharing a room with me! So I'm trying to help you out and ease you into pronouncing my name without any remark," I huffed, exhausted, "My name is Bella Swan. Well, it's technically Isabella, but whatever flows your boat. B-E-L-L—"

"Bella." He breathed and I couldn't help but let the smile that tugged on my lips to take over my mouth.

I was definitely drunk. Or drugged.

"See? That was easy. Why were you hesitating?" I frowned, itching my nose, "There's nothing to be shy about."

"I'm pretty sure he wasn't being shy." Emmett called out and I tilted my head, ever so slightly and caught Emmett waving at me as our eyes met. And I followed with a wave. It was a reflex. A drowsy reflex.

"Jasper was being chivalrous." Emmett elaborated, which I liked.

Then, like an outsider, Rosalie peeked her head out, "The man lacks self control, Emmett. Born in Texas, died a fucking Confederate. There's not a hint of chivalrousness up his ass." Rosalie pointed out, leaving without listening to what Jasper had to say.

And Jasper didn't have much to say except, "Yorkers."

"Alright, alright. Enough. We can all point out our self-markings and this night can drawl into someone biting someone's ass, so just drop it," he interfered, a little late, "Tonight's being a pain in all of our asses."

Jasper just growled at Emmett and then dropped his head to look at me, refraining to stare at the guy that was not even done with his whatever.

And I tore up, fast.

I couldn't even control myself when I began to weep. My chest began heaving in an abrupt manner that I knew I was looking beyond crazy and acting the way Jasper always said to have sawn me as; a delusional psychopath.

My vision was blurry but it was inevitable for me to not notice Jasper murmuring in Emmett's direction, "Gave a little booze…" and then he shrugged his shoulders, casually.

"I don't—I don't even know why I'm crying!" I sobbed even harder, slamming my hands to my side so quickly that I didn't realize that I have officially ruined whatever chance of recuperating the broken bone or repairing the bruise that etched across my shoulder.

Jasper pressed a finger to his jaw and that smirk did not miss my eyes, "You're laughing at me!" I cried. And cried. And just cried.

My hair found it's way in front of my forehead, casting a shadow between Jasper and I, getting my vision to get even more foggier and darker than it already was. I wiped and sneezed and wept so I couldn't find myself to clear my eyesight for one second.

"No, I'm…I'm just shocked." Which was the last thing he sounded like.

I blew the falling pieces of hair, "Why?" That wasn't what I wanted to ask but hey! I was in a state where I couldn't care less what I did because I just couldn't help myself. If I didn't have self-control, might as well.

"If Edward saw this…" Emmett darkly chuckled, "You're gonna get fucked tomorrow, Whitlock. And not the way you'd like to be, my man."

Jasper sighed, "Are you gonna help or what?"

"I rather watch." Emmett grinned, amused.

Then I heard a smack and an 'Ow!' from Emmett's mouth and that was that.

Jasper grasped my waist and tugged me up so easily that I collapsed into his chest and stayed like that. Because he smelled good. Because he was warm and I was cold. Because I just fucking wanted to.

The tears didn't fall onto my skin anymore but spread across his shirt that floundered his shape. I noticed that his shirt was perfectly altered in a way that I could trail my hand across his chest and find exactly where he was fit and where everything was located.

Alice's doing.

"You look so beautiful…" I mumbled, caressing my head underneath his arm.

Jasper got silent.

"Even if you are an uptight Texan who was a Confederate…"

Emmett began to laugh so bitterly and loud that I snapped my head from underneath Jasper and wretchedly looked at him, "Oh go get mauled by a bear, asshole." I mumbled.

I definitely had no control, whatsoever.

"She didn't mean that." Jasper apologized for me which I wasn't going to do. Emmett was being disrespectful. Laughing was rude. He was an ass.

"Yeah, she's so harsh," Emmett scoffed, placing a palm over where his heart would be located, feigning a hurt look, a grin still washed over his face, "Booze her more often." Emmett winked at Jasper and then retreated.

There was nothing more to be said.

"Bella…" Jasper looked at the figure leaving and then called my name in an alarmed monotone, "What the hell were you saying?"

I pouted my lips to indicate that I didn't know what the hell I was saying. I was drunk for god's sake. If anything, I wanted to ask 'Why did you give me booze instead of water? Why'd you drug me?'

Instead I said, "I like your hair." I giggled, twirling the curls that were wrapped around my fingers as I went through his hair in a gentle manner. Even though I have lost all my senses, his hair was nice. It was soft and the color was perfect.

"It brings out your eyes." I said as a matter of fact.

He used his free hand and dragged me inside without a grunt or anything that indicated that I was heavy.

Shutting the door closed with his foot, he placed me on the bed, where I knew I wasn't going to go to sleep anytime soon, and made his way to reach for the blanket and wrap it tightly around me.

I smiled even wider as he tucked me in, punching in the pillow for me, removing whatever debris I had beside myself, even shoving the drawer closed.

"You don't know what you're saying, that's all Bella," He flatly mumbled as he grabbed the mustered sweatshirt of his and took a good look at it before throwing it on the rack nearby, "That's all."

"But you are beautiful," I couldn't help myself as I told him once again, "Intoxicat'id people don't—" burp, "Lie." Burp.

He ignored me once more. I didn't like that one bit. With whatever courage I received from the position I was in, I held his wrist, tightly, tugging it so he would look at me, "I want to see you smile, Jasper." It was a simple request.

"No." Which he denied.

He could have easily let himself out but he didn't, "I don't wanna smile."

"You're so fucking stubborn." The 'f' word slurred out of my mouth and it felt so wrong, it felt tangy and wrong.

And that's when he stopped the nice guy act. Jasper ripped my palm that was wrapped around his wrist, throwing it at me, "You need some fucking sleep. Maybe you'll be sane when you wake up and cut this bullshit out."

"I wasn't lying! Your eyes, your hair, everything about you is beautiful!"

"Stop saying that!" Jasper groaned, slamming himself onto the mattress, causing my bed to shift at his sudden downfall.

"That condom wasn't for Alice was it," I changed the route of the conversation, "It was for me, wasn't it?" I also couldn't help the giggle that soon followed.

I knew he wouldn't respond so I went on, "This was such a perfect plan. Alice goes out to feed, you get me fueled up at you so you would get me tricked and somehow booze me up and then you can just fuck me like you probably wanted to do so." Another giggle escaped.

Jasper's voice was sharp and cut through the night, "You listen to me Bella. And I'll say this only once," his voice raised, "If I wanted to fuck you, you'd be knocked out cold before you knew it. If I wanted to take advantage of you, there'd be no fucking way that I'd sing 'I Love Lucy' like a douche. I don't do that shit to people I wanna fuck. So knock it off and get yourself off the high boat you're on and go the fuck to sleep."

He added, "I think we both want the sane Bella back."

I couldn't agree more.

"And that condom," he hissed, "Just because I'm not human anymore, doesn't mean I lose the fucking habit, Bella. Like I said, I wanna feel human as much as possible, even if I am where I fucking am."

And it took me just that for all the booze to absorb it's way out of my body.

"Stop crying and wipe your snot off before you choke on it in your sleep." I did as he said so, because he was sane and he made sense at the moment.

"The fucking nerve you have to accuse me…" he snorted, "A fuck my ass."

I batted my eyes, drying my eyelashes, "Go get mauled by a bear…what the hell was that?"

"A joke." My voice was rough and I held no disposition at the moment.

"Did that sound like a joke to you, Bella? For god's sake, you don't say that shit!" And I didn't argue. That was rude of me. Even if Emmett was being a good sport about it and didn't take it offensively. I was just that lucky.

"Sitting on the ground like you wanted your ass wiped," he gritted, "And then—fuck! What the hell was I thinking when I gave you a booze?"

I shrugged my shoulders even though I knew that he wouldn't acknowledge my failed lack of response.

"To think that would help your hand…stupid me. Stupid ideas that I have."

"Stop blaming yourself." I remarked, because I should have known the difference between water and alcohol. I couldn't let him punish himself for something that was partially my fault as well. I was too warped in my tears that I let my guard down.

"Oh no! I still think that you're the one to fuck this up—I ain't gonna blame myself more than 10%. The credibility goes all to you…" He murmured in a quick defense of what he was trying to say.

I rolled my eyes, relaxing when I knew everything was getting calmer and wasn't so subtle anymore. The tension was palpable but it was also dissolving. It was evaporating into calmness. Into a sensible environment.

"I want my sweatshirt back, rinsed and dry-cleaned. The whole nine yards," Jasper stated, "With the fuck that you spat all over it, you better un-spat the shit off, you hear me?"

"Listening." I mumbled, smiling.

"And don't even think about waking up. If Edward finds out you aren't getting any sleep, he's gonna have my balls tied up and roll them up into the size of some Chinese cookie. Son of a bitch will somehow convince Alice, knows everyone's shit and everything…I swear if he even touches me…"

"I'm sleeping." I assured.

Jasper stopped talking, which led me to defend for myself, just a small mechanism, because I wasn't going to push it. It was my fault to the extent.

"Emmett's balls will fall off if he was ever exposed a 100 feet above sea level." I just had to say that.

When my body pinched a little, I adjusted myself, catching Jasper's face in the light that peeked itself out the window and it pinpointed something that made me flutter. Something that made me want to see more on Jasper. Something that made me wanna say, 'I'd do anything if you're doing what you're doing now'.

"You're smiling aren't you?" I grinned.

"The fuck I am." And I knew for sure that it wasn't anything I imagined.

"You should smile more."

"Why?"Was what he retorted with and I knew that he was blushing. For what? Who the heck knows. And why? Who the hell cares.

With the little insanity in me and the little courage that I spurred after his preaching, I answer back, "Cause'."

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