Bella
"Lock up for me, will ya?" Aro complained wryly as he stood up from his office chair, his short legs wobbling and his cane sticking into the ground. It was late tonight. Almost nine and I had to get home as soon as possible. I nodded and packed up my things as Aro stretched out his limbs, "Make sure you lock all the doors and try not to leave any the lights on."
"Yes, sir." I said mockingly.
He rolled his baby blue eyes and waved his cane at me, "Don't be such a bitch about it." I huffed, slouching my shoulders, "And you won't get a raise if you don't do it."
"…? You haven't given me a raise for months." I said.
He hit the back of my legs with his cane, "Shut up, Bella. And get to work." He limped out of the library, clicking off the outside light. I heard him get in his beat up Toyota and drive away. I sighed and went to work. I clean and tidy, check the computers are running well and make sure there haven't been any deliveries, scrub down the surfaces of the kids' section after the long week, and make sure the cameras are all secure and invisible still. I straightened the Dr. Seuss's collection and throw away the broken crayons and crumbled up paper airplanes. Turning off the stone fountain, I rolled my eyes; why would Aro get this stupid thing? It was beautiful, with the dips and curves and Shakespeare right on the top, but the kids played with it too much and the water ran all day, annoying me endless. I locked the door in the back of the kids' space and heard the fountain trickle to a stop.
I didn't hear it coming. And if I did, I probably would've been too filled with fear to react. A hand clamped around my mouth and a sinewy arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me away from the door. I bristled, my eyes widening and a small sound of protest leaving my muffled lips. My breathing accelerated and my eyes blurred. I couldn't see well, since all the lights were off, besides the one downstairs, about a million feet away, right over the desk. I jabbed my elbows behind me, but it was no use. I started to move backwards, finding the right point and stabbed my converse's heel into his foot and a soft gasp sounded from behind me. I took the quick opportunity and shoved my elbow towards him. He released me and stumbled back. I heard the giant splash as he fell into the fountain and whirled around to face him, ready to scratch his eyes out.
When I searched his face, my shoulders drooped and I let out a big sigh of exasperation, "Jas…what're you doing?"
He looked up at me, soaking wet and bored, "Pretend robber."
I placed my hands on my hips, "If it was any other girl, you would've gotten sued." He stood and I heard water drip off of him. I turned away, grabbing the keys from the lock.
He leaned down close behind me, "The side door was unlocked. You should be more careful, Be-lla." He blew warm, sharp breath on my neck and I jumped, squealing and hopped away from him, prepared for a fight. He stared at me curiously.
"Don't sneak up behind me, Jas!" I cried.
"But if I don't, Bella will hide from me again," Jasper complained, tucking his hands in his pockets. "It's like my girlfriend doesn't want to see me around," he added with a pout, his grey eyes pinning through mine. I sighed and glanced away nervously. Maybe I was. Was it weird I was afraid to face his family? Why didn't they approve of me? Well, I didn't approve them either, quite frankly. And I had no intention of ever seeing them again. I hadn't told Jasper what had happened between me and his relatives, and I would hate to deck his sister in the schnoze. And I wasn't the only one hiding things in this relationship. How did he know Peter? When said man had left the eerie night, I had demanded Jasper how he exactly knew that guy and Jasper had waved it off with a quirky grin before disappearing back into the diner. It has been two days and he still hadn't told me anything. My eyes narrowed in on him, glaring suspiciously.
When he saw my glare, he sighed and turned the other way.
My eyes widened, "Wa...w-wait. Where are you going?"
"Who knows? Somewhere where Bella won't be bothered by my presence," he answered nonchalantly.
"I didn't say that! H-hey!"
I watched Jasper with wide eyes as he walked away from me. My chest tightened at the sight.
"C-come back here...h-hey. COME BACK HERE, IDIOT!" I gripped the back of his jacket and tugged him towards me. He allowed me to. I felt the cool, inside of his jacket, satiny soft and leather, must've been expensive. Frowning, I played with it for a while before releasing him.
"Whoa, no need to scream, Bella." He put his pinky in his ear and twisted, squeezing on eye shut casually, "I guess it can't be helped." He sighed, removing his hand.
"C'mon," I gripped his hand.
"Huh?" Gave the soft reply as I dragged him along.
"Just shut up." I closed the front door after us, but not before locking the side door, and slung my bag over my shoulder. Jasper walked in front of me, his hands tucked in his pockets. I kept my pace a few steps behind him. He was silent. I began to get nervous, my hands fidgeting by my sides and sweat soaking on my fingers. I was surprised when he skidded to a stop and slammed into his back. I started to yell in protest, when I saw the familiar gate in my front yard. He peered over his shoulder at me expectantly, as if expecting me to run into the house and slam the door in his face.
I blushed and glanced down before looking under my lashes at him, "Um…do you want to come in?" His eyes momentarily widened before his shoulders shook with a chuckle. I sputtered with embarrassment, "Why're you laughing?"
"Are you sure? I might do something...to you," he teased once he got over his surprised. He grinned with anticipation at the expected response, and I didn't disappoint.
"Shut up, pervert!"
He chuckled and I dragged him inside, slamming the door behind him.
"My mom isn't home yet," I informed him when I noticed him looking around.
"Hmm...Alone together at Bella's house? That just screams that something good is going to happen," he joked with a perverted grin on his lips. I rolled my eyes and choice to ignore the stupid remark as I removed my shoes. I took off my jacket and Jasper copied my movement, still looking around.
"What is it?" I questioned, straightening my posture as I turned on the heat in the chilly, two story house. Jasper's eyes snapped back to me.
"Nothing," he smiled and placed his jacket on the hook by the door, "I wasn't really focused on your house before. It seems nicer than I remember."
"Be serious, will you!" I gnashed my teeth together to stop from choking him. What was that supposed to mean? I swear, I had cleaned up pretty well.
He gave me a gentle smile, his eyes burning into mine, "Who says I'm not serious?" Then he took a few step closer and I took treads back, my eyes growing wide as he leaned his forearm over my head, against the wall and pinned me between his body and the wall. "Tell me, Bella," he whispered, his eyes still the intense steel and my lips parted, suddenly tasting as if cherries were bursting into my mouth, "why exactly did you invite me here? "You can't escape me, Bella," he murmured huskily, his eyes growing darker as he gazed at me intently.
I was anticipating his kiss; more than that, I was craving it. Why? Who the hell wouldn't? Then I was suddenly airborne. I shrieked loudly, and not in a good way, as I was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I demanded him to release me as he started to walk up the stairs calmly. I wiggled in his tight grip. I heard the familiar hinges twisting open and the squeak I could never seem to get rid of and I was dumped on my lavender sheets. I bounced slightly before I was followed by Jasper, who hovered over me, caging me.
"Tell me why you were avoiding me, Bella, or else we'll stay here until your mother and sister come home and see us," he threatened.
My eyes widened. I tried to push him, and I might as well be pushing a boulder since he didn't budge. In fact, undeterred by my attempts to put distance between us, he moved closer until we were only centimeters apart.
"We can do it the hard way or the easy way, Bella," he murmured, before he dropped his face above my left shoulder and let his whole body pin mine.
"Jasper…" I had never been this close to me and it had my body filling with heat and my heart thundering in my chest. I wondered if he could feel it. I could feel my resolve wavering completely, but I struggled to maintain it. God, would he just…
"Hmm...?" He hummed casually, as if he wasn't practically…Ugh!
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed, probably deafening him considering our close proximity.
"Ouch, Bella," he whined, and in retaliation, bit my shoulder through my dark band CCR t-shirt, smirking when I gasped. He followed the bite with kisses on my shoulder despite the material of my clothes, until his lips touched bare skin. I sucked in a breath when he bit on my neck then licked the area he had bitten.
"Wha...what are you doing..." I exclaimed weakly as I fought hard not to succumb to his seduction. It was just too easy to get lost with him, I knew it too well. I could feel the ache dully inside of me. I bit my bottom lip, trying to bite back the sound that was building from my body.
"Kissing my girlfriend to submission," he murmured in my ear, before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, biting down on the silver stud. I jostled in his arms and he tightened his grip, refusing to release me still. He ran his hold hands on my bare sides, moving the shirt up with his sinful actions. Goosebumps rose on my flesh and he moved his fingers up my ribs until he reached…His lips found mine and I couldn't help but kiss him back, whimpering against him as his hands circled around my waist, bringing me even closer. I could feel something hard touch the inside of my thigh and I couldn't help but jump before I realized what exactly it was. My stomach tightened and I clutched his shoulders as he groaned before pulling away with a small smile.
I tried to catch my breath, "P-Pervert."
He chuckled and squeezed my skin between my ribs and hips, I couldn't quite place it, but it made my back arch and his hands to rub down my back, "What're you hiding from me?" He asked, his tone actually gentle and slightly upset, "Bella can tell me anything."
You aren't for him…
I hesitated as he lifted me up into the sitting position. My thighs on either side of his, I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip, "I'm…you like me, right?" I asked suddenly, blurting it out loudly.
He flinched away from my strident tone and his eyes turned wide and curious. He grimaced and leaned away from me before chuckling quietly, placing a fist in front of his mouth to muffle it. I bristled highly and dug my nails into his chest. He didn't even wince and laughed harder before smacking the palm of his hand against his forehead, still chortling quietly, "Bella is being unintentionally humorous."
I dug my nails even deeper, "Don't laugh, asshole!" I snapped before glancing down nervously, and brought my hand to my lap, fiddling with the fingers, "I just…I just…Am I…enough?"
He looked taken aback. It was an uncomfortable silence and I stiffened, sensing the sensation of my throat thickening. A heavy gasp escaped my throat and Jasper moved towards me, lifting my chin, and his lips pressed against mine. I placed my hands on his chest, twisting my fingers into his shirt as he pressed deeper. I moved my lips away, panting wildly. Was he trying to suffocate me? He didn't even seem fazed by the lack of oxygen and placed a hand around the back of my neck to crash his lips onto mine once again. I squeaked as his eyes remained open, searching my face heatedly. My cheeks filled with blood, boiling under my skin. The squeak from me made my mouth open for his ministrations and his tongue plunged through my teeth. Under my clothes, I sizzled hotly, his teeth worked on my lower lip, and then another slow, very sweet as lollipop delicious thrust of his tongue stole my breath. I could hear the sounds coming from me, feel my back hit the bed, the rustling of clothing as his hands moved over me. When he finally liberated me, Jasper stared down at my red face and smiled gently.
He swiped his thumb across my bottom lip, "Does that answer your question?"
I nodded slightly, "For now." He just chuckled.
A few minutes later, when we were able to compose ourselves, I made some hot chocolate and placed the mug in front of him. He stared down at it, surprised I had even showed him a hint of hospitality. I watched with mild shock as he picked up the steaming cup in front of him and took a gulp. "What?" He asked when he saw my stare.
"N-Nothing, I just thought you would accuse me of poisoning it." I said.
He smiled, "It's the first thing Bella has made me for me." Then proceeded to finish it in a few moments. He was done before me. I placed my cup on the end table and stared down at him. He was on the floor, sitting by the coffee table, staring down at his empty cup. I pushed mine at him and he took it without complaint.
"Will you tell me?" I asked, tucking my feet under me, shifting on the old couch. He peered up at me curiously, "Your life, I mean." He frowned, glancing away, as if he was uncomfortable, "You don't have to tell me if you—"
"I born April 1st. My father wasn't there for my birth…" he trailed off and glanced away, his eyes turning distant.
I grimaced, feeling a pang of sympathy, but I knew that was the last thing he wanted, "Oh. I understand…that this is hard for you. It's sometimes hard for me to talk about my father…"
"Did he leave?" He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly to the side like a lost puppy.
I smiled sadly, "No. He died years ago."
He was quiet for a few seconds, "Rather than this being hard, it's like I don't know how to talk about myself. Which part would you like to hear?"
"W-What?" Whiplash. "Um…what do you mean?"
"By time I finish the entire story, it'll be morning. Therefore, I want to get to the part Bella wants to hear." He told me in monotone.
"Oh. Okay." I nodded, thinking it over, "Wha…what were you like as a kid? What'd you do? What was it like in your house?"
He shrugged, "I was pretty much like I am now. My house wasn't exactly mine though."
I copied his movements, "I always thought you were an alien."
He rolled his eyes, "I assure you, I was completely human when I was younger. I was much quieter when I was young though. I kept to myself. And stayed in the house, reading all day and stared into space when I was bored."
"On…the country side?" I questioned, my eyes wide. When he nodded and took a sip of his cocoa, I stiffened. That meant…, "That explains a lot."
"Hmmm?"
"All r-rich people are assholes." I said. Could he be? Rich? I guess since his father was a doctor…but that meant, "Why didn't you tell me?"
He appeared confused again, "Tell you what?"
"You were…ya know…rich." I murmured the last word and he chuckled quietly, "It isn't funny."
"Didn't you know, Bella?" He tilted his head to the side in question, "I'm the young master from a very wealthy family. You might've heard of them. Whitlock's, that's the name they first gave to my relatives."
"B-But you're a Hale. That's your name!" I practically shouted, at all lost for whatever nonsense he was spewing. But I knew it was the truth, it had to be. Jasper was certainly not a liar, it explained most things about him, and his eyes stared into mine with truth and honesty.
He stared out the window, watching the drizzle fall to the earth, "Yes. But it's not my real name."
"But it is Jasper, right?" He nodded, "W-Won't your parents be—"
"Worried?" He supplied with a smirk, "I wouldn't know. I've never met them."
My lips parted and my eyes widened. I couldn't imagine how that could be. I had never thought about it. I have always known my mother, always known my father, always loved them dearly. I didn't even want to feel what Jasper experienced every day. "You've never met your parents? Even once before…?"
The teasing voice Jasper was back, "Why of course. I was in my mother's stomach for nine months. And she delivered me," he must've taken my look of anger as confusion, "Well, Bella, when a mother and a father really, really love each other…"
"Jas!"
"Fine, fine," he waved it off, "My mother died as soon as she gave birth to me. My father didn't make it to said birth and I've never heard from him. I was put into a foster home for a few months before my mother's sister came and brought me to their home."
"Your…dad…" I couldn't even get the words out.
He smiled softly, fondly, his eyes returning to the dazed expression earlier, "I was told my mother was a very rampant person. She wanted to travel the world, meet people, have a big family. Our family didn't approve of this; they called her too…wild. The pregnancy wasn't thought of…actually, my father didn't even think I was his real son." He paused there, gazing at my expression. Whatever he saw must've convinced him to continue, because he said, "My mother had gone to England and met a young man. She fell in love with him and left the states for two months before my father had to retrieve her. The family was outraged with her, but they didn't want it to go public. When they all found out she was pregnant with me, there was a giant uproar," he rolled his eyes, "You could only imagine."
"Yeah…" I said vaguely. How could he do this so smoothly? Let this all out?
"My grandfather was especially upset about it. He hated when the family name was put to shame. So he made sure, personally, that I was never found or even heard of by others. So…to put your earlier statement to test, I was alienated from the family." He returned his gaze to the window and sipped so more hot chocolate, "No one ever knew Jasper Caleb Whitlock was even born. So I was raised in secret. I didn't go to school. The tutors came to me. I only had them for a few months though, and there were many. They said I learned the material too fast and it was impossible, so they deserted me, claiming that I was a peculiar child. Soon, there wasn't much for me to learn anymore."
"Don't sound so cocky." I practically snapped at him.
He just smiled, "Everyone around me started to leave. I was abandoned sometimes, forced to go into my bank account and pull some money to stay somewhere. Maria and Carlisle are as good as it's going to get though, at least until I'm eighteen. When I'm eighteen, I'm a free man, pleased to expose myself and everything, since I am able to go to court and my grandfather would probably sue me if I spilled the beans now. One year before this, I requested to go to school. I was tired of being cooped up in the mansion. I chose the school randomly as well."
That…explains a lot.
"I made further analysis on Forks and found it wasn't that decent of a school and people wouldn't know me or try to relate me to the Whitlock's, due to the poor brain activity at that school. It was the perfect choice. My grandfather gave me the permission and I packed my things. I was currently in Italy at the time, and Uncle Carlisle already had a house out here so there was no problem. They won't allow me to get any jobs, thinking I will tell the secret to some poor soul." His eyes twinkled with mischief as they met mine. He stood and sat down next to me on the couch, "You're the first person to ever come into my life and make it…a mess." He admitted quietly, a small, bitter smile on his lips and red in his cheeks, "I'm still wondering about you, Bella." My eyes widened as his connected with mine, tender and gentle, "Bella is really sly."
"I…I-I didn't mean—"
"Being able to be so cute can be really bothersome." There was a short pause before I snapped, slapping my hand across his shoulder hard. He cringed and rubbed his injury, "Ow."
"Don't say such weird words!" I hollered, my face heated.
"Fine, fine," he murmured, "but you know this 'hitting Jasper in order to hide my embarrassment violence' is getting seriously out of control. Abusive in our relationship." he complained wryly.
"I…"
"What?"
"I-I'm sorry. I'll clean up my act." I whispered, casting my eyes downwards. "I don't mean to hurt you, Jas." Then he chuckled, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to stop the sound, but I heard it loud and clear, "What?" I questioned, blushing.
"Just as I said earlier," he said, a small smile still on his full lips, "Bella is really cute."
"S-Shut up." I mumbled as his lips descended on mine. Then I flinched back before I could get caught up in his tangled web of passion, "What about Peter?"
His eyes darkened and turned as hard as steel, "What about him?"
"How do you know him? Is he your cousin? He's pretty smart too. He's the Student Council President of Fork Academy. Why didn't you just go there?" I asked.
He squeezed my hand, "I wouldn't have met Bella if I did." And then he clenched his teeth together, "And I despise Peter. Let's just say, he's an old family friend. And if you ever see him, call me."
"Is he dangerous?" He didn't hurt me when we had talked, but he was definitely in danger of popping my personal bubble.
"I'm sorry." He placed his hand on my cheek, tangling his fingers in my hair as his eyes turned gentle, "Has he hurt you?"
"No. Of course not. Just…"
"Stay away from him for me, okay?" He asked, leaning a bit closer.
"O…kay." I whispered, dazed.
He smiled softly, "And another thing?"
"What?"
His face turned teasing, "Don't believe any of the rumors you hear. Most of them are about the ladies, but I assure you none of that has happened, unless it was that one time with—"
"SHUTUP!"
Hope you liked it. Twisted-Twilighter helped me with this one, so you should all give her ass a good kissing. She reminded me that Jasper still hasn't been exposed at all. And I came up with something interesting…well, I guess not. Oh, well.
-Sonny