A/N: Don't own it. If I did, Jasper and Edward would've killed Alice and Bella and then lived happily ever after. Half of the teenage girls in America would faint.
Chapter Three
I prayed I wouldn't run into Mr. Green Eyes about as many times as I dreamed of his perfect, soft lips on mine. I cruised through my classes for the next week, mind on something else entirely…
I was just about to give up on ever seeing my green eyed beauty ever again when I heard an unmistakable voice.
"Oops! Sorry. Oh, Gosh, I'm so sorry!"
My lip twitched, pulling up into a crooked smirk. I heard a gasp behind me and then a slight shuffle.
A throat cleared, then more shuffling. I bit my lip to stifle a chuckle.
"Excuse me, but, uh-" He warbled from behind me. I spun around, a playful smile on my face.
"Yes. Sit here…please." I shocked myself with the please. Jasper Whitlock never begged… until now. He blushed and I noticed he had a pair of fuckhot glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His eyes seemed even more vibrant, dark, thick lashes framing them. He tugged on his brown turtleneck nervously, then flashed me a shy smile. He kept his eyes downcast and slipped into the chair beside me. An earthy smell washed over me, drowning me.
"Um," He stammered, biting on his bottom lip. I watched, transfixed. He glanced up, then back down to his long, elegant fingers that were rested on his pencil. My mind skipped ahead to better things his hands could be on… I blinked the thoughts away fervently.
"Jasper Whitlock." I thrust my hand out. He hesitated, then his hand was in my own. Cool, thin fingers wrapped timidly around my wrist.
"Edward." My dick twitched at his name. I immediately imagined myself above him while he writhed in pleasure beneath me, my eyes clenched shut, thrusting, the only thing on my lips his name…
He quickly stuck his hand in his pocket and ran a hand through his auburn locks. He nodded but didn't look at me throughout the lecture.
I could feel his body heat beside me. I could smell him. I could hear him scratch a note or two.
I wanted to feel him, though. To crawl inside his skin and never come out.
And that scared me.
I decided to at least focus partly on the lesson; otherwise I could kiss my scholarship good-bye. I came from a wealthy family from Texas, but my brain was what got me here. That and my art.
I had seen Edward multiple times around the arts building after we had collided. I could only imagine him playing the piano, what with his musical voice and slender fingers. After the professor assigned pages in the textbooks to read over and dismissed us Edward shot up and practically bolted out the door. I ambled behind the rest of the class, hoping for a glimpse of bronze or smear of apple green. I didn't have any more classes that day since I had an art exhibit open down town that afternoon. I took my time in getting there, smoothing my curls out flat against my head. I shoved my hands in my khakis, kicking rocks across the way. I nodded toward the receptionist and dutifully remembered to sign in.
I plastered on a wide, Cheshire grin and shook hands with a few people, mostly women, who recognized my work. They all remarked about how talented I was for such a young man. And I always laughed heartily and replied with a heavy southern drawl, "Thank you, Ma'am."
A flash of bronze and pale skin. My heart slammed against my rib cage frantically, wanting to leap out and join another. I nodded deafly to the woman who was blithering on about my newest sketch and stepped toward him. I controlled my breathing tempo and smirked. I stopped behind him, surreptitiously inhaling.
"Do you like it?"
He stiffened. Alarm seized him and panic rolled off him in waves. My arm shot out and wrapped around his chest, stretching across it from shoulder to shoulder.
"Hey." I tried to laugh liltingly. "It's Jasper."
I stood a few inches taller than he, but when he turned he was looking into my eyes.
Brilliant green.
"Yes." He said simply.
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. He smiled softly though. His cherry lips spread across his dappled skin. "Yes, I like it. Do you know the artist?" Edward asked.
I grinned broadly at his new found confidence. Perfect, I thought. He should never have to feel nervous around me.
"Yes," I teased him, mimicking him, "You're lookin' at him."
Edward's jaw hung slack and I chuckled.
"You?" He whispered. My arm was resting on the curve of his back and I drew it back before nodding. "Jazz, this is wonderful! Gosh, the intensity of it just rears back at you! You're amazing!" I normally would have responded with a cocky 'I know' but refrained when he blushed fiercely. That blush…
I could only guess that the last part was spoken out loud because the blush deepened.
"So, Jazz, huh?" I queried. My mama and Peter both called me Jas.
"Yeah, sorry. I won't do it again." He murmured, resembling a puppy who'd just gotten kicked. I remembered back in Texas we had a dog name Marty. Whenever my daddy got drunk and mama yelled at him, he'd beat that poor dog just for lookin' at him. One day when I got home Marty had run away. He stuck to hittin' us after that.
"Na. I like it." I responded, smiling. He returned it and we walked on to someone else's painting and I pointed out brush strokes or color usage, babbling on almost embarrassingly. Anything to keep him with me.
I felt his eyes on me, sinking into my skin and making me hard again. I looked back at him. He quickly snapped his eyes down to study his shoes.
I nudged his chin up with a crooked thumb lightly. Edward looked back up at me, wide eyed. I felt my cheeks warm. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He probably isn't even gay. Did that mean I considered myself gay? I thought of attractive men I'd met. No, they didn't appeal to me like Edward did. So was I like… He-sexual?
Edward didn't say anything after that, and I sincerely thought I'd fucked up big time until he stopped and turned to me while I was walking with him out. He seemed to gather up some of that confidence I'd seen earlier and rewarded me with a crooked grin. Then he reached into my front pocket. I froze for a moment. His hand was warm and oh-so close to my hard on. Panic gripped me. No-fuckin'-way was he not gonna notice it! I jerked away, but I was too late.
Edwards green-green eyes widened even more in the dim lighting. I thought that that strawberry stain on his cheeks wasn't ever gonna come out.
"I-I'm so s-sorry!" He stuttered. "I just wanted to put my number in your phone!"
I laughed nervously. "Hey, man, it's cool. Here," I said, reaching in my other pocket and handing him my phone, flitting my eyes away from his, too ashamed. Shit!
He typed in his number almost frantically and said good- bye. I watched his car drive away before getting snatched up by the night's huge fist.
A/N: I love me Southern Jasper! Reviews are welcomed, no matter what! Pinky swear!
