Summary: Bella has nothing, while he has everything. She was kicked out of the place she called home to live on the streets. Without love, without people who care, she is reduced to believing everyone will hurt her given the chance. He is her polar opposite. She is poor, he is rich. She lives in a a small corner underground near a subway station, he lives in a mansion-like home. He has friends who he trusts. She wears a small padlock around her neck. A/H.

Pairing: Bella/Jasper

Will the story be a happy or dark one? Definitely dark. May add a pinch of humor, and Jasper may bring light to the story.

Why do I write stories where the guy is always good and the girl is bad?

I find it's over used. Bad guy turns good because of good girls. It's like, Come the fuck on! It isn't just guys suffering in the world. There are girls that live on the streets, there are girls that have killed people, there are girls that live a fucking dark life because they have been traumatised. Well, this is my story. So we'll spice it up by playing with my rules.

All my loyal reviewers - I love you. Excuse my little bitch fit lol.

Oh, I forgot to warn you!

This story involves drug abuse! Abuse forms may vary.. I'm not sure about lemons.. DO you want lemons? I pretty much suck at them.

Oh and YES! This will be a Bella/Jasper romance.

Take me, I'm alive
Never was a girl with a wicked mind.

But everything looks better
When the sun goes down.

Bella POV

"Freak! Hey Cole! Look!" "Oh, the freak-show's back?"

"Freakshow?" I growled. "That's rich coming from a Halloween reject like you."

"Hahaha! Dude, burn!" I turned to see the newest voice. It sounded oddly familiar, yet deeper than I knew it.

Leafy green eyes stared back at mine. Ben.

"Oh great, it's another one of the street rat's friends.." "Pfft, he's small. We could take 'em."

"Tennyson!" Another voice growled. Everyone's eyes flicked toward a vary, very tall man who looked like he had spray tan on. He was almost orange. He wore some weirdo outfit, consisting of metal knee pads and cotton fabric. It was just to.. strange to ever describe.

"Hey, Zer. Hows it hanging?" Ben asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Zer? As in the Zer that made Ben leave? The realization had me on my toes trying to make myself bigger. Quite a feat when your five foot and don't even weigh a hundred lbs.

Ben set up a deal a few years back. He stole some stuff and sold it to Zer. Wormed Zer out of a lot of money. Ben managed to convince him it was an American antique. It worked since Zer hadn't been in America wrong.

Last I heard, Zer was in prison and Ben had to run for it before Zer's lackeys caught up with him.

"'Hows it hanging'? You ask me that like we're friends! Ha! You got me sent to jail for two years!" He exclaimed.

Ben just shrugged. "You really shouldn't have been such an idiot, you would've figured it out." I snickered, Cole's gang suddenly long gone.

Zer lunged forward, fist balled and pulled back to strike Ben. Ben didn't move an inch. The fist went right in his head, and out the other side.

"What?" Zer exclaimed, eyes wider than they should be.

I should explain.

Ben's got my trust. He's the only person that does. He found me on the streets when I was eleven, and looked after me. Actually, where I'm living now is where we both used to live.

He taught me how to partially use my powers. Well, at least get my eyes to stop glowing that same blue when I was pissed off or upset. He went out of his way to look after me, he would strive towards a better life, setting up deals in order to get money for me so we had clean clothes and could shower.

He was only twelve at the time, but he had matured quickly after being on the streets for a year. His parents neglected him, in the end, he just couldn't take it and left for the streets willingly.

He never thought I was a freak for my powers. After all, he could phase through a solid object. (Like Kitty off of X-Men, I thought that power would be cool. It was also needed so it would explain how an 11 and 12 year old could rob places so easily.). He got us in and out of countless thieving acts with ease.

Ben smirked, eyes chancing a glance over at me. He nodded a little bit, and with my now charged up hands, I threw myself at Zer, hands planted on either side of his face, knocking him into a deep sleep. I climbed off of his back and looked toward Ben.

He didn't say anything. He walked toward me slowly and placed his hands on my shoulders, holding me at arms length. His eyes didn't rake over my body like a perv checking me out, he looked me in the eyes and I could see the worry in them perfectly.

"Are you in trouble?" He asked, his voice showing his worry. I liked that about Ben. He could act cold to anyone, but he would always show his emotions clearly when he was with me. But I knew I couldn't do that anymore.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, Ben. But I was going to find you. I heard you were back."

He smiled brightly. "Now and forever, Short Stack. You got a place to stay?"

I shot him a nervous glance. "You're still in the same place.. Aren't you?" He whispered toward the end of his sentence. "Bells, you need a house. It's not like when we were kids. The streets are getting more and more dangerous."

"I know, but-"

"'But I can take care of myself, you know that!' Is that what you were going to say?" He smirked. I pouted, folding my arms across my chest. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug that I found comfort in. I rested my head against his chest. "You can stay with me. Okay?"

I nodded, I'd tell him I wasn't going to be borrowing money from him, that I had my own now. But I was tired. He picked me up, putting me on his back, and walked around a corner where a black DX Mark 10 rested on the side of the footpath. It looked similar to a Mazda RX-8. I think it may have been to start with, but it had been changed. A lot.

I knew my cars. When you steal them and sell them, you gotta know your cars.

"That's yours?" I asked, nearly gasping at it's beauty.

"I've changed in two years." He shrugged. I'll show you the rest at home. I nodded enthusiastically, before literally being thrown in the passenger seat.

Ben gracefully - Ben's special type of graceful, in other words, ungraceful - fell into his chair, before starting the engine, and driving towards the apartment.

It was a small house, maybe just two rooms, with a bathroom and a lounge and a kitchen that joined onto it. Yeah, it was really small, but it was better than nothing.

There was a mattress on the floor in front of the TV. I think it was pretending to be a couch.

We talked about the old days, when it was just us kicking major ass and making good deals, laughing at bad ones, and running for our fucking lives when they went wrong.

He told me about his ex girl friend, a red head who was beautiful and smart. She was the same age as me too, but out smarted both me and Ben put together. She left him for a mechanic who was an ex-street kid.

"Aren't you angry?" I had asked him.

"No, because I knew she wasn't entirely happy with me. Whenever she was with him, he was my friend too, she just sort of, I don't know, brightened up. It was for the best. We're still good friends now. Kev actually helped me remodel the beast out the front." He pointed to his car, a smile on his face.

He had definitely matured a lot, and it made me wonder if the girl had anything to do with it.

I told him all about Jasper.

"I think.. Maybe I can consider him a friend. You know? He has tendencies to want to know where I am-"

"So he's a stalker?" Ben's eyes narrowed. I knew the memory of the time Cole was interested in me and stalked me everywhere was flitting through his mind right now.

"No," I paused. "Well, a little, but it's nothing like Cole. He likes to know where I am to make sure I'm okay."

But deep down, I knew he'd never forgive himself for the time Cole actually got to me.

"I'm gonna go pick up some beer. Want anything?" He asked, standing up from our comfortable position on the matress where we were watching 8 Simple Rules.

I pulled out $20 and handed it to Ben. "Vodka please. Lemon Twist."

He nodded, locking the door as he left.

Still the same old protective Ben.

That's how Ben and Jasper met. And how Ben knew about Jasper's stalking tendencies.

I just wanted to show a catch up of Ben and Bella. Remember, this is BellaXJasper. Ben is just her best friend, her first friend. He's kind of like the Jacob in this.

Anyway, that should be enough from me. Just a warning, my computer is completely tempromental. It won't be fixed until I get back from Australia, and I don't even leave for another two weeks, then I'm there for ten days. SO I don't know how I'll update.

Review my loves.