A/N- Alrighty-dighty then. We'll just get straight to it, since I don't have anything important to say, other than…
Yeah-yeAH-CAT FIGHT! (I hope someone understands this Seinfeld reference…)
Oh, and people that aren't fans of cursing beware. Rosalie gets a little pissy ahead.
"Just let me go tell Jasper I'm leaving."
"Yeah, I've got to tell Bella and Alice anyway." He told me. "Meet me back here in five?"
I nodded and waded into the crowd, searching for Jasper. When I finally found him, he was leaning up against a wall, talking to a girl. She was one I'd recognized, and one I'd hoped to never see again.
Jessica Stanley.
JASPER'S POINT OF VIEW
Alice and I had hidden ourselves away and had been making out like it was going out of style for around twenty minutes when I suddenly felt eyes upon me. I pulled away from Alice, smiling at her before turning to see who it was. When I turned my head, my blood stopped cold.
Jessica was staring at me, her expression unreadable.
I slowly moved away from Alice, who whimpered quietly before sitting up beside me on the sofa.
"Jasper? What is it?" She asked, frowning a little.
"Jessica." I replied.
"Not exactly what every girl wants to hear after a hardcore make out session." She grumbled. "Why is it that you're saying your ex-girlfriend's name?"
"She's here." I said, looking over at her. Alice followed my gaze, then turned to me.
"Why is she here?" She asked.
"I have no idea, but I'm about to find out." I said, rising from the couch. "Stay here, please. I'm not sure what she's going to say, or what I'm going to say, and I don't want you to see me get angry with her."
"Alright." She frowned. "Hurry back."
I nodded, pecking her cheek before approaching Jessica, who stood looking painfully uncomfortable against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Jessica." I said curtly. "To what do I owe this displeasure."
"Hi Jazzy." She said quietly. My muscles tightened and my teeth ground.
"You don't get to call me that anymore. You gave up that right three years ago." I snapped. "What do you want?"
"Is there somewhere quieter we can talk?" She asked, looking around.
"No. This is as private as I can handle being with you." I told her.
"Jasper, please. I don't want to tell you this in front of everyone." She was staring at her shoes.
"At this point, Jessica, I don't care what you want." I said belligerently.
"Fine." She said, her demeanor changing. She was suddenly no longer the new, unknown, timid Jessica. She'd regressed right back into old, hostile, vindictive Jessica in a snap. "But I warned you."
"Warned me about what?" I rolled my eyes. "How did you get in here anyway?"
"Maybe if you didn't have such a loud mouth, Tyler wouldn't have heard you at the office last week bragging about this party to Ben. When I got here, I just told the guy at the door that I was your wife and that your daughter was really sick and that you weren't answering your cell phone. He let me up with no problems."
"Ah, yes. Tyler. How is that bastard anyways?"
"It's been rough. He hasn't really found an artist since…" She trailed off.
"Since I dropped him when he betrayed me?" I asked harshly. "And someone should fire the doorman. He'd be an idiot to think that you're a mother."
Her face slackened, and she looked wounded. "I am a mother." She said, almost inaudible over the music.
"What?"
"I am a mother." She said, louder this time.
"Oh." I said, flabbergasted. "Uhm…congratulations. How old is…"
"She. Lana turned two a few weeks back." Jessica told me. She waited for me to put it together as I did the math quickly in my head. The timeline worked out perfectly.
"What are you saying, Jessica?" I asked her severely. Before she could answer, I heard the firestorm that was Rosalie approaching.
"What the FUCK are you doing here?" She shouted much louder than necessary. The look on Jessica's face would have been priceless if the fear wasn't warranted. Rosalie was half drunk and ready to deliver gratuitous amounts of vengeance. (I really wanted to put energy there. POWERTHIRST! Please tell me someone knows what I'm talking about…)
"I just needed to talk to Jasper. He moved right after everything happened, and I just needed to talk to him."
"What the fuck for?!" Rosalie yelled.
"Rose, calm down." I tried to defuse the situation.
"NO! You may be able to handle this slutty bitch with a stoic attitude, but I'm not going to deal with some boyfriend-stealing cock-jockey ruining my evening."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, would you just let it go? The way I see it, I did you a favor." Jessica snapped.
"You did me a favor by fucking MY boyfriend? Yeah, Tyler was MY boyfriend, but you totally helped me out by jumping on his hobby-horse." She somehow managed to snarl and slur at the same time, while stepping toward Jessica.
"Wow. It's good to see that you're still a bitch, Rosie." Jessica replied, rolling her eyes.
"You know, if it weren't for the fact that A) You aren't worth the air you're breathing, and B) I'd get arrested, I'd beat the shit out of you right here in the middle of this club, with all these people watching. Hell," She mused. "Getting arrested might even be worth it just to slap the curls out of your hair."
"You want to take this outside?" Jessica inflated her chest, and stepped closer to Rosalie, putting them toe to toe.
"Nope. You go ahead with your pathetic excuse for a life, you vapid whore. I'm going to go have the time of my life." Rosalie said. She turned to me and added. "I'm leaving with Emmett. When you see Edward, let him know too, OK? Oh, and that fucking slut isn't worth your time, you remember that."
"See you, Rose." I said. She nodded, then wandered back to the dance floor where she found the football player. They exchanged a few words, and he looked over at Jessica, eyeing her up and down before turning back to Rosalie, nodding, and pushing her towards the door.
"So, what you're telling me is that I might have a daughter?" I said, jumping right back into the topic.
"Yes."
"How do you not know? I mean, if you really were interested in finding out, why didn't you just test Tyler?"
"Do you know the average cost of a DNA test, Jasper?" She asked me.
"No. How much is it?" I said, playing along.
"Twenty-four hundred dollars. And with Tyler not working, and me only having that waitressing job-"
"You're looking for me to be your financial backer." I finished for her. "Well, does she even look like me?"
"Yes. She's got curly blonde hair and blue eyes, just like you. God, didn't Edward tell you anything?"
"What?" I asked, my voice grinding. "What do you mean, 'Edward didn't tell me anything'?"
"I saw him a couple weeks ago at the Morning Brite. I asked him to have you call me. Jasper," She said as I pushed off the wall and into the crowd. "Jasper, wait!"
I ignored her, stomping through the crowd. When I found Edward, he was standing with Bella against the wall talking, their heads close together. They laughed and smiled as I approached.
"Hey Jasper. What's up?" Edward said, stepping away from Bella to face me.
"What the fuck, man?!" I yelled at him. "You talked to Jessica?!"
His face suddenly fell. "Yeah. I ran into her a few weeks ago."
"She told you I might have a kid, A KID! And you didn't even bother to tell me?!" I shouted at him. "Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"
"Jasper, man, calm down. I just wasn't sure it was the best idea to tell you, after what happened with Jessica and all."
"So you, what? Thought it would be better for her to come find me in a noisy night club and ask me for a DNA test?!" I fumed. Edward looked back at Bella, who looked just as confused.
"She's here?" Bella asked. "I didn't invite her."
"She told the security guard that my DAUGHTER was sick, and that she needed to find me." I snapped, jabbing my finger into Edward's chest. "I can't do this right now."
"Jasper, hold up!" Edward called to my back. I ignored him, heading over the where Alice stood.
"I've got to go." I told her. "I've got to get out of here."
"Should I…Do you want me to come with you?"
"Only if you wan to." I said. To be honest, I didn't want to be alone, but right now, the only other person I could have talked to about it was one of the people that had put me in the place I was in now. When Alice returned from finding Bella to tell her that she was leaving, I realized something.
"I can't even be around Edward right now. Fuck. I've got nowhere to go."
"We can go to my place." She laced her fingers with mine.
"But I thought you lived with Bella." I said.
"I have been recently, but I still have my own place. I was just staying with her while she's been getting over this rough patch." She told me, squeezing my fingers.
"OK," I smiled. Then, under my breath, I uttered her new title. "My tiny savior."
BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW
"Jasper, hold up!" Edward called out after Jasper. He took a step towards him, but I caught onto his arm.
"Wait, Edward. Give him some time. This is big." I told him.
"I can't just let him leave. He's got to be furious with me."
I arched an eyebrow at him. "You know, I'm not above saying 'I told you so'."
He sighed. "I know. I know you did. I just couldn't. I couldn't be the one to bring her back into his life. She was, really, a terrible person."
"What do you mean? Was she 'checking his phone for texts from girls' or 'cutting mother off of life support for the life insurance' terrible."
"Somewhere in the middle. I mean, she did have a child and not tell one of the potential fathers until tonight. How good could she be? Oh, god. I hope Rosalie didn't run into her."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Tyler, the guy hat Jessica cheated on Jasper with, was Rose's boyfriend at the time."
"Ouch."
"You're telling me. Listen, Bella. I've got to go find Jasper. I really screwed up this time." He told me.
"I'll go with you." I told him. "I was there. Maybe I can help you out."
"OK." He smiled, kissing me quickly. "Thank you."
Twenty minutes later, we arrive to Edward's big, and unfortunately for Edward, empty apartment.
"Shit." He said, settling onto the couch in the expansive living room, hanging his head in his hands. "God, this sucks."
The whole situation was almost exactly the same as it had been two weeks ago. Again, I sat next to him, running my fingers across his shoulder blades to comfort him. Again, I tried to ignore the tingling in my fingertips at the contact.
"So," I said when the tension had build to a paramount. "I'm thinking that we should have another face off. We can even play standing, now that my hip's all better."
Edward sat back on the sofa, trapping my hand behind his back. "You know," He said, stretching across his body and mine to grab onto my other arm while turning towards me. "I think that maybe we can find something better to do with your newfound health."
His lips were dangerously close to mine, and he inched forward while I spoke. "I think," I said, the very tips of my lips touching his, "that I'd rather play Guitar Hero."
Edward laughed heartily. "Fine. As you wish. The game is still in my bedroom, though."
Now it was my turn to laugh. I got up, walking toward the hallway that he'd taken me down before. He sat on the couch watching.
"What? Are you not coming?" I snickered. He lifted himself from the couch gracefully, stepping right up beside me in the hallway, brushing the length of his body against mine as he shuffled past. He grinned at me and turned into a different room than before.
"Come on. I want to show you something." He said from inside the dark room.
"That sounds mysterious in both good and bad ways." I said, rounding the doorway into the darkness of the room.
"Good and bad?" His voice couldn't be pinpointed as to where it came from.
"Good in the sexy, mysterious way. Bad in the 'Hey, you little kids on the sidewalk. I want to show you something. Just come on over here to the pretty van with no windows in the back."
Edward barked out a laugh, and the room was suddenly bathed in light.
"Oh, Edward. It's beautiful." I said quietly, running my fingers along the open rim of the baby grand piano placed in the center of the room. The piano's lid was wide open, revealing all of the strings and hammers. "Uh, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." He replied, coming to my side.
"Why is the lid a different color than the base?" I asked, looking at the white lid propped open above the black base.
"Oscar and I have been through a lot together."
"Oscar?"
"Yeah. I learned to play on this piano. He's my best friend." He grinned.
"Wow. You've got to get out more." I laughed.
He rolled his eyes at me. "So, do you play at all?"
"Does the lower part of the harmony to 'Heart And Soul' count?" I asked. He chuckled and slid onto the polished bench, patting the space beside him. I slid into it, sitting thigh to thigh. "Well, this is going to be embarrassing." I grumbled.
"Don't worry. I'll go easy on you." He nudged my shoulder with his before placing his hands on the keys. "Ready?"
I sighed and placed one hand on the ivory. "Ready."
"OK. One, two three, four." he said, counting us in. My fingers plunked around on the keys while his flowed gracefully. I heard his soft humming, and looked over to see that his eyes were closed. I lifted my hands from the keys and put it on the side of his face, turning it toward mine. Before he even had a chance to open his eyes, I covered his lips with my own.
-Audible sigh-
Oh, jeez. Baby mama drama is the worst, no?
Check back soon for more in the epic saga.
OK, epic saga may be a tad dramatic, but I'm a 17 year old girl. I'm allowed to be.
Kaythanksiloveyoubye
Mici
Random Song Choices
Lost Without You - Robin Thicke (Uhm, he is SO sexy. Seriously. Look him up.)
Girl Fight - Brooke Valentine (Where the name of the chapter came from)
DEAD! - My Chemical Romance
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