THE ALICE BRANDON RECOVERY PROGRAM

Normal.

"What do you mean treat you nice? I'm always nice!" he moaned, confused. It had been eight long days since Alice made her declaration, and true to her word she hadn't fucked him once. She was avoiding his dick, and him, with a ten-foot pole.

"Dates, Jazz. Bringing me flowers, asking me to dances. The whole shebang. Other girls have been doing this since middle school. I want it too." She crossed her arms defiantly, standing her ground where he had backed her into a corner by the bike sheds, arms pressed against the wall over her shoulders.

"Man up, Whitlock. GROW up. It's all or nothing. If you want this," she grabbed two handful of her tits and fuck did he want to be her hands, "You gota show me I'm worth it to you." she said, ducking under his arm and storming off to her next class.

She was trembling slightly as he watched her walk away. Alice was never nervous, but every time they talked about this she would tremble. That's how he knew it was very important to her.

What she didn't tell him was that how much she hoped she was worth it to him. She knew it would take him time to come around, and that he might not. He might prefer the old easy arrangement and just go back to Rose. If he did, she'd have to live with it. She'd made her choice, she knew she was worth more than being a fuck buddy and was determined to get something normal at last that didn't make her feel like shit. But she didn't want to think about how much it would break her heart if it couldn't be with Jasper. She was sure he felt it too, the amazing thing between them, the way he looked at her sometimes like she was so precious. But all she could do now was hope. She'd made her choice and was sticking firm.

He'd called and texted almost non-stop the first three days and sulked for the next five.

Then he had a gig in the backroom of a bar known for being easy on fakes.

He saw Alice from the stage looking unfairly hot for a girl who stopped fucking him in an oversized Sex Pistols t-shirt that fitted her like a dress with a belt and thigh high lace up biker boots. She always dressed for the occasion. He had no idea how she remembered the gig, he only mentioned it off hand a couple weeks ago, and didn't include her when he sent out a mass text that morning, because he wasn't sure what new rules went along with not fucking him anymore, and he was still sulking anyway.

Emmett didn't make it, he had practice, Edward and Bella were keeping their distance from anything pact related and texted awkward apologies that they were busy and fuck knows why Rosalie wasn't there. Probably at home looking at herself in a fucking mirror. More likely still offended that he stopped fucking her.

He was glad Alice came though. It was nice to have someone there for him, and it bolstered his performance to see her familiar organized mess of inky hair bobbing around at the back of the room, her eyes twinkling at him through the dark. At the end of their set she screamed along with the crowd and pretended to throw her panties at him.

By the time he unplugged his gear, though, she was gone.

A week after that he went to a stupid house party because Emmett made him.

The whole team was there, acting like big fucking jackasses. He sulked in a corner most of the night, until he was ambushed by some foreign exchange slut falling all over him. She didn't speak much English, so she hadn't heard the rumors about him and his friends, and aside from those Jasper was just your regular fuckhot, sultry, shaggy haired, raspy voiced, very charming with minimum amount of talking guy. It was almost too easy be attracted to Jasper Whitlock.

At this point in the Alice drought he was sex-starved, in the middle of the longest dry spell in his sexually active life since she cut him off. Fuck knows he wasn't getting any from Alice, and he'd severed ties with Rosalie at her request, so he could hardly help that his dick twitched when Maria came over and starting flirting.

Maria was petite and feisty like Alice, but she wasn't quite Alice, and therein lay the cockblock to his obsessively Alice-fixated dickbrain.

Maria was aggressive enough to get him upstairs to Newton's parents' tacky bedroom. Credit to her for that. She had great tits but her nipples were big and brown, nothing like Alice's tiny perky pink ones. Jasper was so disappointed and distracted and despondent he couldn't even bring himself to roll his tongue around them. Her smooth tan skin smelled like sun and ocean, all sharp and wrong. Her long nails scratched roughly at his abdomen and he felt like a huge fucking girl for missing Alice's feather-light touches. Maria had barely put his dick in her mouth when he was pushing her off, mumbling an apology and stumbling out of the party.

After circling nowhere for hours just to fucking drive, Jasper went home and took a long shower, scrubbing the slut off of him. He would have to go to the clinic tomorrow. She seemed clean and they'd barely done anything but it was the first time he'd been anywhere near anyone outside their group of five in three years, so better to be safe. He wasn't expecting anything so he hadn't had a condom.

After the shower he lay awake for hours in his cold unfamiliar bed. He hated how he felt so fucking guilty for touching another girl. Like he already belonged to Alice.

Shit, he hoped she wasn't getting any from some other fucker while she waited for him to get his shit together. He couldn't stand the thought of any other dick making her perfect tits bounce. It made him want to throw things at his ceiling.

Staring up at it, his eyes caught her graffiti and remembered her banging her little fists against his ceiling as she came. Fuck, she was adorable.

As he turned it over in his mind, the idea of being in a real relationship WAS mildly horrifying to him, but, he realized, not as horrifying as being without Alice for much longer.

Fuck it, he'd bite. He'd play her game. He'd do whatever she wanted.

He missed her like crazy. It wasn't just his cold dick. He missed her tinkly little laugh, the random funny things she would say, her eyes sparkling when she was teasing him, the way she would get a little frown when she drew in her huge sketchpad that was almost bigger than her, her subconscious ass wiggles, the way she made all the shitty things better and brighter, snuggling with her while he fell asleep. He missed her so much he didn't even feel much alarmed at being officially the most pussy whipped woman in Forks.

Dates, romantic shit, flowers, whatever. It was worth the torture. Primarily to get back in Alice's tiny hotpants, yeah, but also to give Alice what she wanted. She was always so fucking good to him. If all she wanted were some presents and some nice dinners, he'd be an asshole not to give them to her.

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