A/N: Chapter 7!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Jasper. I just make him call Alice Baby Doll.


Chapter 7 - Your Turn

June 1st 2009

Alice POV

"He called you Baby Doll?" Rosalie asked for the thousandth time, and like every time she asked, I merely nodded, still in a daze-like state.

"Oh my God," she murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. "I thought Esme's reaction was bad, but Jasper nearly kissed you, and called you Baby Doll. That is like…oh my God!"

"I know," I said with a sigh. "I can't believe it. He said he would see me at the prom, too, which means something is going to happen, right?"

When she nodded quickly, an afterthought came to mind. "Actually, how come I haven't heard about this prom before today? Wouldn't you be having, like, prom committees, and voting for who should be prom king and queen?"

They all shared a glance with each other, before Angela shook her head. "We just have the prom, where the boy's school meets up with our school for one night to…socialise."

"Oh right," I said before drifting into my thoughts again. "Does that mean I get to meet your boyfriends?"

Three heads nodded at me, and that was when I remembered about Rosalie's response earlier. I still wanted to talk to her about it, and now was a better time as any. I got up from my bed, and went to put on some shoes.

"I wanna go check my emails. Rosalie, do you want to come with me in case Emmett has said anything to you?" I said, hoping she'd say yes. She nodded, seemingly excited about the prospect, and went to put some shoes on.

We said goodbye to the others and started walking out of the dormitory area, but when I led her outside, she frowned.

"Where are we going?" she asked, totally confused.

I sighed and told her to sit down me on a small bank of grass. "I don't need to check my mail, Rosalie. I'm sorry, but it was the only way I could think to get you alone."

Her eyes were cautious as she nodded. "So, what did you want to talk about that you couldn't say in front of everyone else?"

"Look, I'll totally understand if you don't want to talk about it, but earlier, when I asked if anyone else has a boyfriend, you gave me the impression that something happened…"

"…and you want to know what it is," she said, finishing my sentence for me. I suddenly felt bad for intruding, and I was about to tell her to forget it, when she started to speak. It wasn't my place to pry into her personal thing, but I couldn't help but absorb what she was about to tell me.

"I did have a boyfriend, at the start of the year," she told me in a quiet, distant voice. "His name was Royce King, and he was exactly what I thought I wanted in a guy. He was sweet, he treated me how I wanted to be treated, and he…he was gorgeous."

I nodded, knowing there was a 'but' in this story. I didn't say anything, and instead, waited for her to continue on her own.

"I got to know him at the prom last year. I'd seen him before, but never talked to him. Anyway, he asked me out a couple of weeks later, and everything was great, you know, it was summer, I was sixteen, and he was perfect…at the time. But then when we started going back to school, he saw all his old mates again, and he started asking me to sneak out of school to come see him. I did it a couple of times, and I never got caught. Except, the last time I went out, he tried to…"

Her voice trailed away and I saw her eyes fill with tears. I reached out and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, comforting her.

"You don't have to tell me," I whispered. I could hear the tremor in my voice, I didn't know what he did to her, but I was thinking the worst.

She shook her head and wiped at her eyes. "No, Alice, it's okay. I always get like this when I think about it, that's all. It's not even that bad, compared to some things, it's just…"

"Don't be stupid, if it's making you like this, then I doubt that it's not that bad. Like I said, you don't have to say anything else."

She gave me a watery smile, but shook her head once again. "When I got to our meeting place, he told me that he wanted me to have sex with him. I had been foolish enough to think that he hadn't been with any girls like that before me. I was wrong, of course. I told him no, but he kept telling me that if I didn't, then he would tell all his friends at school that I was a frigid bitch."

"That fucking bastard," I muttered as I squeezed her shoulder. She let out a quick laugh and nodded in agreement.

"I told him that I would rather be called that than giving up my virginity to him that day. He got angry, obviously, and I ended up kneeing him in the bollocks and running away."

I frowned. "Bollocks?"

She giggled quietly. "It's just another name for his man parts."

I laughed out loud, which she joined in with. "Ride on, girlfriend," I murmured, making us both laugh louder.

As we stopped laughing, Rosalie went sombre once again. "I haven't seen him since then, the next time I'll see him is at the prom."

"Well, that jerk better have eyes in the back of his head because I'm going to have a baseball bat stashed under my dress, and maybe a brick in my purse," I muttered, feeling the anger towards him growing.

Then as an afterthought, I added, "Although, that might be a bit of a problem, considering I don't actually have a dress to wear."

I frowned, wondering whether I would have to get one of my old prom dresses flown over from America. It would take time, and I wasn't sure whether my father would agree to it, anyway. It was a lot of hassle for just one dress.

"That's alright, as none of us have dresses yet, either. We always buy them the weekend before the prom. It's kind of like a tradition for us. So providing you have enough money, you'll be able to get one this Saturday."

I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that I had by far enough money with me to buy myself a decent dress. "That has made me feel so much better. I really want to get a good dress so that Jasper notices me."

She gave me a knowing smile. "Trust me, Alice, Jasper noticed you when you were wearing your uniform, so you'll definitely be noticed in a dress."

I grinned. "You really think so?" When she nodded, the grin grew wider. I was about to continue, when Rosalie giggled.

"Speak of the devil," she murmured before nodding towards the entrance. My heart seemed to beat a little bit faster at the sight of him, and I felt a smile creep its way onto my face.

"Call him over here," Rosalie whispered.

"What? No!"

"Go on, Alice, call him over here!" she insisted, nudging my shoulder as she spoke. "I bet he wants to see you. Call him."

"No!"

"Fine, if that's how you want to play things," she said, muttering slightly, before she looked over in Jasper's direction. "HEY!"

I froze and looked from Jasper, to Rosalie, then back to Jasper again. Rosalie was absolutely crazy. But I couldn't do anything as Jasper turned in our direction. Despite the way his attention had been caught, I couldn't help but feel the fluttering in my stomach as our eyes met. Even though there was a great distance between us, I could still see the smile that formed on his face.

My heart did a crazy little summersault in my chest as I watched him make his way towards us. I didn't look back at Rosalie, but I knew that she would have been grinning and giving me a look that said I told you so.

"Hello, ladies," Jasper murmured as soon as he was close enough, nodding his head at the both of us. Though he might have been directing his greeting at Rosalie, he didn't take his eyes off me.

"So, Jasper, do you think you could stay here and keep Alice company, while I go…check my mail?" Rosalie asked, standing up. I dragged my eyes away from Jasper to look at her in total incredulity. She was using the same excuse I'd used when I wanted to get her on her own.

"Sure," Jasper said simply as Rosalie smiled and walked away. However, as soon as she was behind Jasper, she turned to look at me and winked. I couldn't help but laugh. She was the most transparent person ever sometimes.

It was silent for a moment as Jasper came to sit down next to me. I noted that he sat closer than necessary, but I really wasn't one to complain. The closeness between us was something to revel upon.

"Twice in one day, Mr Whitlock, anyone would think you were stalking me," I said, smirking at him.

He laughed, and immediately I wanted to hear that sound again. "I think you'll find it was you that walked into me,earlier."

"How could I forget?" I said, meeting his eyes. "Especially after what happened right before you walked away. You do realise that was wholly unfair of you to do that, right?"

The corner of his mouth turned upwards, and I got a glimpse of his perfectly straight teeth. Even they were perfect. Was there really nothing bad about him? Focus, Alice, and not on his teeth, I thought to myself.

"I would like to say that I regret doing that, but, I don't," he murmured, his voice deeper and a hell of a lot sexier than before. "However, there is one thing I regret."

I found myself leaning closer, wanting to find out what he regretted. It was like something was pulling me in, and I had no power to stop it, even if I wanted to. I guess he liked leaving me in suspense, as he didn't continue.

"What?" I asked in a breathless whisper. "What do you regret?"

He leaned closer, as well, as if he didn't want anyone else to hear, even though we were the only soul here right now.

He licked his bottom lip, with what seemed like a deliciously long, pointy tongue, before whispering, "I regret that I didn't get to kiss you."

I think I stopped breathing, or my heart stopped beating. Either way, something stopped the moment his words sunk in.

"You want to kiss me?" I murmured, not really knowing if it was meant as a question, or merely me speaking my thoughts aloud. What I did know, was that I regretted saying it the moment I'd finished speaking. My voice sounded dreamy, almost as if I was swooning a little. The fact that his intense gaze was making me swoon was beside the point.

"Baby Doll, I wanted you the moment I saw you in that skimpy little pyjama piece you were wearing," he drawled in a very sexy, English accent.

Fuck me, I thought. I wanted to jump into his lap, and take him where he sat, everyone else be damned. However, the urge to kiss him was suddenly overpowered by the urge to show him I wasn't going to be an easy catch for him. After all the teasing and the ever present sexual tension between us, the end product was bound to be good.

I smiled to myself as a quick plan formed in my mind.

It would take a hell of a lot of willpower, but it would make everything so much more interesting. I started leaning towards him, giving him the false impression that I was about to kiss him.

He shifted forward, and his scent enveloped me yet again. It made my willpower very nearly evaporate. But, with the scrap I had left, I reached up, kissed two of my fingers, and pressed them to his deliciously soft lips.

My eyes were open, which meant I was able to catch the moment he opened his to reveal the darkened irises hidden within. The skin on my finger was tingling as I pulled them away. I didn't like the loss of contact at all, but I had no choice.

"Now it's your turn," I whispered into his ear, before rocking back onto my heels and standing up. I was feeling incredibly lightheaded as I began walking away. It was a miracle I didn't fall over. I knew that if I did, it would ruin the whole moment.

Once I got far enough away, I glanced back over my shoulder, and smiled lazily when I saw the dazed expression on his face, knowing all he could do was watch me walk away from him. In that moment, I felt incredibly good.

I was still thinking about the lust induced look in his eyes as I walked back into the school building, that I didn't see Rosalie at first.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, coming towards me. "Why don't you look like you've been snogging Jasper's face off?"

"I'm going to assume that snogging is like making out?" I asked, smiling when she nodded quickly. "I don't look like I've been snogginghis face off because, I haven't. I didn't even kiss him."

"What?" she asked in a disbelieving tone. "Why the hell not?"

"Let me finish," I said, my smile turning into a grin. "I went in for a kiss, but, instead of kissing him, I said 'now it's your turn'."

She was quiet for a second, before she clapped her hand on my shoulder. "Damn, girl, you have way more restraint than I ever would. But, hell yeah you make him work for it!"

"I'm glad you don't think I'm crazy for not kissing him-"

"No, I think you're a complete nutter for not kissing him. But, I think you've made the right move," she said, interrupting me. Her English lingo was sometimes a little hard to keep up with, but her eccentric words made me smile.

"Anyway, as I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted," I continued, making her laugh. "I think, in this sense, I'm kind of old school. As in, he's got to be the one to make the first move and kiss me, you know?"

It was strange how I was admitting this to her. I'd never really told anyone that before, but it was true, the guy always had to be the one to make the move for the first kiss.

"But, I swear if he doesn't kiss me at the prom, then I'll throw all morals out of the window, and will seriously just do it myself."

Rosalie sighed, seemingly downcast about something. "I hate to be the one to break this to you, Alice, but fraternizing is forbidden within these walls, even on prom night."

"What?" I all but shrieked, finding that incredibly hard to believe. "But, Bella, Jess and Angela have boyfriends going to the prom!"

"I know! It's all really silly if you ask me. We're in the modern age, where people actually date each other, and yet you're not allowed to participate in acts that could be seen as sexual in any way."

I rolled my eyes at how severely old school this place really was. Sure, I'd said that I was old school, but not like that! "What do you actually do at these proms, then? Do you have to stay ten feet away from each other at all times? Do they send you to bed if you're caught talking to a boy?"

She laughed at the incredulous tone in my voice. It was getting higher and higher with every word I spoke.

"You can dance and flirt with them all you want, but, basically, if you're caught getting off with one of them, then you're going to be slapped with a detention quicker than you can blind. Oh, and you get banned from pretty much anything fun for the rest of the year."

I shook my head, not knowing what to say to that. I'd really been counting on getting to kiss Jasper at the prom, and now that I knew it was forbidden, it had really put a downer on everything. In some sense, I wished I'd been able to kiss him now.

"Although," she continued, with a devious lilt to her voice. "That's only if you're caught. Last year, Bella and Edward disappeared for a good hour and a half, and let's just say they were using their lips to do the talking."

I grinned.

Maybe all hope wasn't completely lost, after all.


The rest of the week went by really slow. During our History and Gym classes, Kate and Garrett completely blanked me, and whenever they had to call my name out, there was always this hint of distaste in their voice, which amused me no end.

Finally, the week came to an end, and Saturday arrived. We all got our passes to go out of school sorted, and then we caught the bus into the centre of town. They led me to lots of different shops, many of which I'd never heard the name of.

We tried on tons of different dresses, each of which being as inadequate as the last. That was until we came to a shop called Monsoon, apparently it was expensive. Nonetheless, I found the perfect dress. It was a simple, midnight blue, halter neck dress that stopped just above my knees.

It showed a hell of a lot of skin, especially on my back, but the girls all said that it wasn't distasteful or slutty – their words, not mine. The rest of them all found equally as nice dresses from various shops around the mall.

"So, where are we going next?" I asked after we finished eating our rather unhealthy lunch in McDonalds.

"Well, we need to get shoes," Jessica said, deep in thought.

"Accessories, too," Angela added.

"Then we'll need to get some new make-up 'cause I'm running out," Bella concluded.

"And then?" I asked, grinning at them all as they listed our itinerary for the day one after another.

"Then…" Rosalie began, dragging out the word because she didn't know what to say. "You're ready to blow Jasper's mind."

My grin grew wider as laughter erupted around the table. "Saturday just can't come quick enough."


A/N: So, what did you think? Would you have had the willpower Alice had? I don't think I'd have managed to walk away, js. There's something different coming up in the next chapter – we have some Jasper POV.