Chapter eleven:

Relationships:

"But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?"
―Sarah Dessen,This Lullaby

I don't know what to say to her.

I don't know how to explain to her.

I don't know If I can explain to her.

It's not that he "isn't good enough for me".

I just...couldn't trust him.

It wouldn't work.

I don't want a High School Romance.

They were overrated as far as I was concerned.

However, I did make that agreement with Charlie...

So I told what I had been telling myself all morning.

"Rosalie, if he asks again, I will accept, ok?" I sighed.

Nothing good will come of this, I told myself, and I was right.

Rosalie squealed, a wide grin plastered on her face.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I knew it! I fuckin' knew it! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I fuckin' knew it! The first day you came to school, I said 'That girl is perfect for Jazz' and I was fuckin' right! I can't wait! We'll be sisters! You're going to date, get married, have beautiful brown haired blue eyed babies! I'm going to be a aunt!" Rose ranted and raved on for what felt like hours. In reality, it was only about five minutes.

She danced around my kitchen, her golden blonde hair flying around her like a glorious halo.

Wait!

Did she say...?

Married?

Babies?

Sisters?

She's going to be an aunt?

Oh holy fuck...what did I just get myself into?

Rose left soon after Charlie could be heard upstairs. She didn't want to be an inconvenience and for that, I was glad. I didn't want to have to explain to my father why Jasper's sister is in our house before breakfast has even been eaten.

The rest of my morning runs smoothly. I shower, dress, go to school. You know, the usual.

Oh, and Jasper Hale asked me out again.

I accepted.

The gossip mill went wild.

Before lunch, I had already been an ex-druggie, an ex-model, an on-the-run fugitive, a blackmailer, pregnant (with Jaspers baby) and had been asked out by nearly the entire male population of my high school.

Apparently, if you're good enough for Jasper Hale, you are good enough for everyone.

Have I mentioned how much I hated my high school experience?

Because I did. I really fucking did.

Rumours.

Gossip.

Judgement.

Glares.

Stares.

Nobody likes the girl that dates Jasper Hale except people who didn't want to date Jasper Hale.

As I'm sure you can tell, I didn't have many friends in High School.

~~~~~Two month Time skip~~~~~

School had gotten marginally better over time. While I still got straight A's, Sat at the "Popular" table, was best friends with the captain of the cheerleading squad and dating the captain of the football team, I was still not that well liked among the rest of the junior and senior year.

I didn't really mind to be honest, I found my time already stretched between Rose, Jasper, Charlie, Me-time, school and sleep.

I didn't have time for much else.

"So, do you want to go?" Jasper asked as he walked me to class. We were holding hands. It was still awkward for me, but Jasper seemed perfectly content.

"Eh..what?" I replied. I had zoned out. I had abso-fuckin-lutely no idea what he was talking about.

"The dance, Bella, you know? The prom? Do you want to go? I bet we could be voted prom king and queen! You'd look great with a crown!" He laughed and joked.

Prom.

Dancing.

A dress.

Not my cup of tea.

But I had to make an effort.

"Sure Jazz, I guess." I sighed, I really hated dressing up.

"Great! We'll have a great time Bella! I promise!" He grinned and pecked my cheek. His smile lighting up my face.

While I may not be excited, Jasper was, and that made me happy.

I was happy that he was happy.

Now I just had to get a prom dress.

Shit!

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