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Here's the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy it. I'm
going to continue with my patter of J POV – B POV – J POV
etc.
Meaning, that this is a Jasper's POV one! YAY!
Here it
is, enjoy!
Jasper's POV
Wow,
a standing-ovation. Hadn't expected that. Still, I wasn't
complaining. But, I have to admit that the thing that pleased me the
most was that Bella was one of the first to stand. But that was
stupid!
It's not fair; she can't be allowed to affect me this way! Was this the principal's plan all along? Some new type of cruel and unusual punishment? He's such an asshole.
The class died down and the lesson went on as per usual, except for the stares that were both admiring and also worried. I was use to the first one, but the latter confused me. People kept staring from me to Bella with odd looks. I looked passed Alice and over to Bella who still looked angry, but maybe not as much.
That's when it all clicked together. The argument, us storming into the room, both extremely pissed off. Then me staring at her as I sang parts of my song. I hadn't meant to, but I had tried to convey a kind of message to her through my lyrics. Trying to tell her a bit about myself.
I wasn't sure if it had worked.
Having figured out what the stares meant, I ignored them and the occasional glare form Bella and focused on my work. This was my favorite subject after all.
Half way through class Alice got up, with a quick, "be right back," to Bella and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room while the teacher wasn't looking.
"What the hell Alice?!" I half yelled once we were in the halls. God, she could have just told me that she needed to talk to me. She didn't need to all but rip my arm off. She maybe small, but man she's strong!
"What do you mean 'what the hell?!' You are being a complete ass to Bella and it's only your first day with her! God, is it so hard for you to make friends? You haven't even known each other a full day and you've had how many arguments?"
She stood there, hands on hips, waiting for my answer. When I didn't supply one, she sighed and crossed her arms. "Jasper, you have got to be nice to her. She's a sweet girl." When I raised my eyebrow at her she back tracked. "Okay, maybe sweet isn't the right word, but she's nice, funny and easy to get along with. I don't know why you two hate each other so much anyway; you're both so alike."
I scoffed. That was not true! "We are not Alice. She's a bitchy, self-righteous, arrogant, pain in the ass! And I'm not!"
This time Alice scoffed. "Do you even hear yourself? You're majorly screwed in the head if you think that you're not like that! And she's only like that to you because you're like that to her! If you could just take the time to be nice to her and get to know her it would make a world of difference. Why can't you just try and get along with her?!"
I was getting angry now. She was reminding me of the principal; bossing me around and telling me who to be with. "Because Alice; if I have to be with her, I will act how I want and treat her how I want! He can force me to be with her, but he can't force me to be nice and civil." I couldn't believe that Alice was taking Bella's side in all of this! I was supposed to be her friend, not Bella, she only just met her today! She should be telling Bella to be nice to me instead of always pushing my buttons! Who did she think she was?
A tired look crossed Alice's face and she pinched the bridge of her nose—a habit she'd picked up from Edward—and said in a voice just above a whisper, "doesn't she have to comment on how you treat her as part of the evaluation? Aren't one of the rules that; if you fail in your duties with her that you're just as much gone as you would be if you started another fight?"
Shit, she was right. I'd completely forgotten about that. I'd forgotten about Bella's part in this, apart from the fact that I was stuck with her. God, Alice was right. I was selfish and arrogant. But still, I wasn't going to let her see it, and I still had enough anger from the whole day built up that I could use.
"She's my punishment Alice; I'm not going to be nice to her. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, she may as well be a dog that I have to take for a walk, a three week walk, one that just keeps getting harder and harder to deal with."
Okay, that was so not true, but I had to bury my feelings for her, I had to block them up with lies and fake hatred. But I did hate her! Right?
I didn't know anymore.
"And you're the owner that as soon as he takes the leash off, I'll run from." A crisp, angry voice said from behind us. I spun around, and standing there, looking pissed and maybe a bit hurt, was Bella.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but before I could get one word out she put her hand up and said, "save it, I don't want to hear your bullshit excuse." And with that she turned on her heel and—yet again—stormed into the classroom, only this time, she slammed the door. Hard.
"How long was she standing there?" I asked Alice, still dazed and looking at the door. She always seemed to know these types of things, but apparently she hadn't expected anything like this to happen.
"Apparently enough," she said sadly, "she must have wondered what we were doing that was taking so long."
I groaned. This is so not what I needed right now! I needed to up my game, I didn't want to get kicked out of school, and if that meant being nice to Bella, so be it. I just hoped that I was strong enough not to let my feelings grow more than they already had.
"Fix this." Alice said, and then she too walked into class.
~*~*~*~*~
That period finally ended—praise the lord—and as I stood up I saw Bella dash out of the door and, hopefully, to our next class. If I was caught without her in any of my classes and I didn't have a reason as to why she wasn't with me—as in, she was sick—then I was in so much trouble.
I stuffed all of my books into my bag hurriedly and ran out of class. I couldn't spot her anywhere in the halls, so I started to head towards the gym where our next period was.
I got there eventually and couldn't see Bella anywhere. I went to stand by the girls change rooms, waiting to see if she'd come out. I got a few suspicious stares from the teachers and people walking past, but I could care less.
After about five minutes I gave up, she clearly wasn't in there, and I doubt hiding in the change rooms of the gym was her way of staying away from me. My guess, from what I'd learnt about her, was that she'd be out somewhere where there was no-one around.
I headed off towards the parking lot. And that's where I found her.
She was sitting on the hood of her car, her back towards me, but I could still see the guitar that she was holding. As I got closer, seeing more of her, but still not in her line of site, I could hear her softly strumming it and humming to herself. I stood there and just listened, letting myself feel the feelings she'd evoked in me in only one day. But only for a second. I looked at her and marveled at the look of her hair spilling over her shoulders and around her face as she leant forward over her much loved guitar. The way her fingers softly plucked the strings. And that voice! For a second, I let myself feel the way I'd wanted to feel for this goddess all day. Then, I pushed the feelings back, not wanting them to fully overwhelm me and make it impossible to squash them down. I had to forget about them.
As I stood there, warring with myself, she began to sing. Oh Lord, strike me down!
The song was obviously her own, she put so much passion and emotion into it that it couldn't not have been. I was instantly lost in it.
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
Drew talks to me
I laugh 'cause it's so damn funny
I can't even see
Anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love
He's finally got it right
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold him tight
Give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know she's lucky 'cause
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
So I drive home alone
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight
'Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
I couldn't imagine a guy not being able to notice having a girl like Bella right in front of him. How could anyone look past this beautiful girl and be with someone else? It didn't make sense to me. But then again, wasn't I attempting to do that?
As she finished she slid down off the hood and turned around, intending on putting her guitar back in the case I'd seen through the window of her truck. Her eyes landed on me and she stopped dead. I couldn't blame her; I'd been a total ass and deserved to have her bash me over the head with the instrument she was currently holding.
Not knowing how to apologize just yet, I started down that long, hard road I'd promised myself I would walk. I needed to be nice to Isabella Swan, and I needed to show her the real me. Because, she was different than everyone at this school; she didn't care what people thought of her, she didn't give a shit what you did to her, she could hold her own, and most importantly, she hadn't thrown herself at me the moment she met me like so many others had done. She had my respect, now I needed to earn some of hers.
I looked at her softly and said quietly, "did he finally see?"
She looked at me steadily and walked to open the door. I stepped aside and watched her put away the guitar before she turned and faced me. With a small, sad smile, she muttered regretfully, "he was the only one that had enough of me to break my heart."
She turned and got into the cab of her truck, but before she shut her door and turned on the engine, she met my eyes again with that same sadness, and told me, "I don't wish on stars anymore."
And with that she was gone.
I really hope I haven't already screwed this up, I thought. I really hope things are better tomorrow.
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