Authors Note: Hello again people! Once Again from the Top I do not own the Awesomeness that Is Twilight and its Characters, the Awesomeness that Is Ana & Jade, yeah thats all me ( Oh and my best friend who was my muse for JADE:)) Anyways, please please read, review, all that fun stuff....and i know Jasper is kind of jerkish but i promise I am wirting him this way to better the story...anyways, on with the chapter...hope you enjoy :D

Chapter 12: That's What You Get

Jade's POV

I walk into the house dragging my feet slightly. Stupid classes. Stupid Jasper for making me so damn mad that I stay up half of the night thinking about all of the ways that I could kill him. I drop my bag unceremoniously on the kitchen counter when I catch someone sitting at the table. I turn my head to see the object of my anger sitting at the table nonchalantly strumming a guitar. Oh great, and he plays guitar. Ana is a goner. I ignore him expertly as I walk to the fridge in search of something to snack on before I attack my homework for the night. The flashing light on the answering machine catches my eye.

" There's a message," I say, looking over my shoulder at Jasper.

" Well you live here to, press play," he says, easily turning his attention to his guitar. I press the button firmly fighting the urge to throw the machine at him. Ana's ringing voice catches my attention.

" Hey Jade, and anyone else who might hear this. I am going to be a little late coming home today so don't freak out and call missing persons or anything Emmett. Oh and Jade, I will definitely have to tell you all about Brody. On the scale, definitely a million times hotter than super cute frat boy from last summer. Ciao."

The strumming of Jasper's guitar ends almost as soon as he hears her voice. Way to go Ana. She knows that if she has to get a hold of me that she can always call my cell. But no. This was done purely out of payback. I know a lot about her, being my best friend that is just the way it is, and the only time she goes for payback, is when someone really pisses her off. And when its someone she really cares about. I smile smugly as I turn to look at Jasper. His face is paler than normal, and his hands seem frozen to the strings of his guitar.

" Well, sounds like Ana has made a new friend, I'm happy for her," I say, putting emphasis on the word friend. I hope that this gets to him. He deserves it, if not more. I pick up my bag and bottle of water as I make my way to the stairs. I swear I can hear him mumbling something behind me but instead of pressing the issue I decide to keep going hoping that he stays there stewing in jealousy. I breeze into my room, my mood suddenly uplifted by the simple actions of my best friend getting her payback. I turn on my stereo deciding that Paramore's That's What You Get is fitting. I turn it up so that its so loud I can feel the bass pulsing through my body. I dance around my room happily. It isn't until the end of the song that I hear the light laughter coming from behind me. I turn around slowly ready to pounce when I see Edward staring at me, his laughter lighting up his perfect, gorgeous face. I smile lightly as I switch off the stereo.

" No please, keep going, I was enjoying the show," he says, walking slowly towards me. I laugh a that as I sit down on my bed.

" So you wouldn't know anything about why Jasper is downstairs fuming would you?" he asks, sitting next to me crossing his legs.

" Maybe," I answer innocently as I pull some of my books from my bag. We sit in silence, when he finally speaks up.

" Well, are you going to let me in on the secret?" he asks, pulling the book from my hand. I pull it back from him and sigh heavily.

" Well, he maybe, sort of, heard a message left for me on the answering machine from Ana," I say, flipping the book open to the designated page.

" Why would that make him angry?" he asks, staring at me questioningly.

" Well she might have mentioned something about a guy," I say, secretly slapping a high five to Ana in my mind. He smirks before becoming serious.

" They are playing a dangerous game with each other," he says, scooting over so that he is sitting next to me. He takes my shoulder and falls back with me, our heads cushioned by the same pillow. I smile lightly as I snuggle into his shoulder.

" Yes, well your friend started it," I say, running my fingers over his left palm.

" I know. But they are both guilty. Its unwise to play with emotions and feelings," he says, and in this moment he sounds so much wiser than his 21 years. I look over at him and see his eyes fill with something. I cant place it, and I don't try to as he leans in close to me, pressing his lips to mine. I sink happily, letting him take me to a world that doesn't involve the drama at hand.

Ana's POV

" So, how long have you been working for the Hale's?" I ask, playing with the straw in my cup.

" About a year or so, they are pretty awesome people. I had like, absolutely no formal training on the sound board and they still took me on. that's what they do. They take people under their wings and try and help them," Brody says, smiling at me.

" Yeah, I mean I was totally taken off guard when Veronica asked me if I wanted the job. I wasn't about to pass it up though, opportunities like this don't fall into my lap this often," I say, sipping from my cup.

" Yeah. So have you met their kids yet?" he asks, staring at me questioningly.

" Yeah, actually. My best friend Jade and I live with them," I say, studying his face to gauge his reaction. His eyes widen slightly as he sits back.

" No way, what is it like. My friends and I we have always wondered about them. They seem so, tight. Like tighter than a normal group of friends," he says, sitting forward seemingly excited to hear all about it.

" Oh wow, what are they like. Their great. Rosalie, well she is beautiful and when you look at her you wouldn't think it, but she has a wicked sense of humor on her. Emmett, he is just hilarious. Seriously when I first saw him I was terrified, he is so huge, but deep down he is like a teddy bear. He is like the big brother I never had. Edward, I haven't really gotten to know him much. He seems very elusive, though he hasn't had much trouble opening up to Jade," I say, a smirk forming on my lips.

" Isn't there someone else. The Hales' son, what is his name again, Jason?" he asks, looking at me.

" Jasper," I correct him quickly. " Jasper, is a whole other messy subject." I drop it after that, not feeling the urge to go into detail. My mind wanders as I look around the little no name coffee shop we had come too.

" Hey look, I'm sorry if I brought up a rough subject," Brody's voice pulls me from my wandering thoughts. I shake my head, clearing the picture of Jasper's face from my vision.

" It's okay, not your fault," I say, praying that he would just change the subject.

" So from California huh? Tell me about what home is like" he says, expertly changing the subject. The conversation continues happily the time flying by steadily. My phone buzzes prompting me to stop Brody in the middle of his story. It's a number I don't recognize so I flip open my phone to read the text. 'It's almost midnight, when are you going to be home?' I feel my eyes widen.

" Ana, what's wrong?" Brody asks, looking at me.

" I just didn't realize what time it was. I better get going before Emmett does something crazy, like calling the cops and filing a missing persons report," I say, gathering my stuff from the table.

" Oh yeah, wow. Well they do say time flies by when you're having fun," he says easily, standing to open the door for me. " Let me at least walk you to your car." I look around and nod, deciding it's a good idea seeing as how night has quickly descended and a light mist is falling over the city. We get to my car easily, luckily for me I was with someone who has a sense of direction.

I open my door putting my stuff on the front seat and turn to look at Brody. He is standing shuffling his feet nervously.

" I had a lot of fun Ana. Maybe I can get your number and call you sometime and we can do this again," he says, holding his phone out to me. I smile as I take it and hand my phone to him. We hand each other our phones back, and on impulse I push up onto my tiptoes, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.

" I had fun too, call me," I say, getting into my car driving away. I look in my rearview mirror and see him standing there, smiling happily after my tail lights.

I creep up the front steps of the house, trying to find the key I need in the light of the moon. 'The least someone could have done is leave a light on for me,' I think to myself. I slide the key into the lock and turn it slowly hoping it wont make too much noise. I shut the door quietly behind me and turn to see a lone figure sitting in a chair, a single light casting shadows through the living room.

" You know, you had everyone worried half to death about you," Jasper's bitter voice flows through the room.

" I am a big girl, I don't have a curfew. And if everyone was so worried why did I only receive one lonely text message from an unknown number?" I ask, dropping my bag heavily to the floor.

" Maybe no one else bothered you because I offered to stay up waiting for you, even though I have an early class tomorrow," he shoots back his fingers tightening on the arm of the chair he is sitting in. I laugh darkly at that.

" Oh how noble of you Jasper, what no Alice emergency to see to tonight?" I ask, bitterness racing through my blood like a drug. His look lightens slightly. He sighs heavily before getting to his feet. He starts walking past me.

" The next time you decide to stay out so late at least let someone know," he commands lightly. I lose it. I feel something snap inside of me.

" How dare you, you unbelievable, infuriating jack-ass," I say, words spitting out before my brain can filter what I am saying. He turns looking at me, honest surprise on his face.

" What did you say?" he asks, walking down the steps towards me.

" You heard me. What right do you have to tell me how to do anything in my life? Are you my father? Are you even my friend? You have no right to tell me how to do anything, just like I don't have the right to tell you how to run anything in yours," I yell at him, backing him into the kitchen. I slap the lights on after me, and I can hear the footsteps coming from both directions.

" Oh so you think you can just walk around and do what ever you please without letting anyone know what is going on with you? That you can just go around like some common slut and pretend that you feel nothing for me?" he yells back. I see the people rushing in. Jade first who rushes towards Jasper looking like she is ready to take his head clean off his shoulders. Followed swiftly by Edward who catches her by the waist lifting her up as she kicks and screams obscenities and promises that she is going to cause severe bodily harm to him. Emmett and Rosalie have joined in on the scene and they stare in disbelief at what Jasper has just said and the fact that I haven't said anything. Yet. I feel the tears fall, and at this point I am unashamed. With those few words Jasper has managed to strip away all of my defenses, leaving me to feel empty and exposed. A trembling mass of pain. I walk towards him and I can already see the gravity of realization playing on his face.

" I would rather be thought of as a slut in this house, then to be pitied as the stupid girl who is in love with someone who wants a girl that he can never have back," I say, hatred dripping as I say the words slowly. The kitchen grows steadily quiet as even Jade stops fighting Edwards hold. I walk out of the kitchen, an explosion of voices chasing me through the hall. I walk into my room and grab my duffel bag from the top shelf of the closet. I blindly start shoving things into it, not paying attention to what I am doing. My breathing grows ragged as I fight the tears and the screams of pure pain trying to fight their way out of me. I run back down the stairs and right into Emmett who is standing guard at the bottom.

" Where do you think you are going half-pint?" he asks, grabbing my slim shoulders in his big hands.

" Anywhere but here," I answer, roughly shaking his grip.

" Ana, please don't go," he says, all sense of teasing gone from his voice. I look up into his big pleading eyes.

" I cant stay Emmett, not tonight! I have to go, please," I say skirting passed him. I open the front door quickly and walk into the night.