:D Relax, you guys, lol! He didn't rape her...she had clothes on! Silly gooses ^^

Oh, and my mother is giving me other ideas to add to this story...but it's kind of weird that she reads my stories. Hmm oh well, at least she's open to what I do. If you're reading this mami...please make tacos tonight and I love you very much because you told me to :)

AND OMG! Did you guys see the Movie Awards! Twilight kept winning everything! Like wow! And I love the host Aziz Ansari, he was freaking hilarious! From now on, my new dance is the "I don't know" dance. Lol! Okay...let's get on with this! WAIT! I was disappointed when I saw everyone but Ashley and Kellan. I LOVED Jackson's and Rob's new hair. Especially Jackson's! YUM!

And one more thing! I'm sorry if I made Alice seem dumb... I never meant to do that. Sorry. I only wanted her to be a little childish and playful because she's still a virgin. Thank you for the heads up :) I'll try to lower down the tempers and hate... even though it's like my biggest fantasy, but I'll tone it down. Forgive me?

And thanks again =^.^=


Chapter 12: Awkward Situations

The next day, I woke up feeling like shit. I still couldn't believe what I've done last night. It was completely juvenile and inappropriate, especially since these people have been nothing but nice to me, and I return their thanks by almost dishonoring their daughter in their own home.

"You jackass." my mind flared at me. And I agreed with it. I am a jackass.

After completing my morning rituals, I headed straight downstairs to the kitchen. I saw Esme making oatmeal. She smiled when she saw me come in.

"Good morning, Jasper!" she chimed, stirring the pulpous oats in a giant silver bowl.

"Good morning." I replied, sitting down near the table like I did yesterday.

"Jasper, will you be a dear and set the table for me?" she asked politely. "I'm kind of busy with this thing." she added while jerking her head to the silver bowl in her arms.

I nodded and did what she asked. As I set the last of the four spoons on each side of the four bowls, Carlisle came in and gave me a pat on the back. Even though he was just being friendly, I had a funny feeling that he knew of my sick urges for his precious daughter. I gulped down the stomach acid that's burning in my throat.

"Jasper, you alright there?" said Carlisle, sitting across from me. "Shit, now he's going to watch my every move from there."

I came to my senses and told him it was just a minor headache. Esme was done with the oatmeal, and began to pour it in our bowls. I wanted to vomit when I heard the slopping sound it made as it hit the bowl's inner surface. I have always hated oatmeal, but I will eat just to be polite.

"Something is missing here." Esme broke the silence by staring at the empty seat next to me. My stomach churned as I dipped my spoon in the lumpy beige goo. "Where's Alice?"

At the sound of the missing person's name, I coughed to hide my upcoming nerves. Esme strolled over to me and thumped on my back as if I were choking. I went with it and thanked her.

"You're welcome, dear." she said while walking away to take her seat next to her blond husband. "This isn't liker her. She's usually here on time for breakfast."

I twirled my spoon to get my mind off Alice's ravishing body. "Bad time to think about that." my mind chastised me when I felt my cock throb in want. "Really? You're turned on? In front of her parents? Dude, you're worse than she was when she jerked you off." It started to rise at the thought. "Stop it, you asshole."

I dropped my spoon and brought my hands under the table. In order to relieve myself from an upcoming erection, I must try to fuse both my index fingers together. I sighed as I had them both facing each other. "Fuck, this is going to be hard."

"She won't come out." I heard Carlisle blurt out. "She says she wants to be alone."

My erection was gone…but not from the fusing fingers.

"But Alice was all smiles yesterday." Esme cut it, spooning away at her oatmeal. "Have you asked her why?"

Carlisle shrugged and answered, "She only told me to let her be."

"She's probably under a lot of pressure from what's happening. Charlie still hasn't called yet. I hope this ends soon."

"It will, don't worry, Love." he assured his wife as he took her hands in his.

I took my first spoonful of the gooey stuff and swallowed it with thoughts of Alice locked in her room. I could picture her tiny form tucked under the covers quivering in fear from my last sexual encounter. Swallowing another spoonful, I remembered how she stared at me while I was possessed with carnal desires. Her bright eyes glistened with fear and confusion. It made me sick to my stomach. "What was I thinking?" She even tried to pry me off, but I let my body force her down. "Maybe Rose was right…"

I shuddered and dropped my spoon at the rim of the bowl.

"Well, I better get going." Carlisle told us, finishing the last of his oatmeal before standing up. He kissed his wife good-bye, waved at me, and then left. There was a low grumbling sound from outside in the driveway.

"Oh dear," sighed Esme, staring the empty chair next to me again, "her oatmeal is getting cold. Will you do me another favor and take it upstairs to her, sweetheart?"

I scowled at her polite command but decided to do it anyways. I nodded, and pushed my unfinished bowl aside as I stood up. I grabbed Alice's breakfast and her spoon.

"Thank you so much." cooed Esme, rubbing my arm in endearment. "You're such a wonderful young man."

My mouth twitched into a lopsided smile and my head bowed in shame. "How shitty do I feel right now? Very shitty." With the full bowl on one hand and a spoon in the other, I carefully climbed up the stairs to face the distressed little girl.

"Alice?" I called through a soft whisper. "Alice, I brought your oatmeal."

I tapped lightly on her door. She still wasn't answering. "Hurry, it's getting cold and its going taste horrible."

Still no answer.

"Please open up. We don't want you to starve in there." I said, tracing the golden "A" engraved on her door with the tips of my fingers. I paused when I heard something shuffling from her room.

"Alice?"

More shuffling and a soft sigh were audible.

"Please take your oatmeal, Alice. I can't stay here holding it forever." I said through gritted teeth. "Oh, come on, shrimp. Open already!"

"Come to feel me up again?" Alice hissed behind the door. I was taken back.

"Umm…I came to deliver your breakfast." I confessed, feeling my face grow hot.

"I'm not hungry." she snarled. "Go away!"

I heard her stomach growl and it made me chuckle in delight. That's adorable.

"You have to eat something."

"I told you I'm not hungry." Her stomach growled again.

"You little liar." I sniggered, turning the knob on her door and opened it. Alice was standing in front of me looking as adorable as ever. She had on a fluffy white bathrobe that was a little too big on her, which made her look like a ten year-old little kid. Her short dark hair was tousled in every direction; some of it slanted above her eyes. The best thing was how she glared at me. Those big brown eyes of hers radiated with hate, which seemed so foreign to her usual happy self. Her cute teensy nose was scrunched up as she pouted those kissable lips at me. Without thinking, I laughed. "So this is her angry face? It's so cute."

"Stop laughing at me and leave already." she snarled. Aww! She sounds like those bratty spoiled five year-olds. I laughed even more. She groaned in fury and slammed the door in my face. This is very entertaining.

"Alice, you forgot your oatmeal." I guffawed, rapping boisterously on her door again.

"I don't want it! I'm not hungry!" she screamed. The door shook a bit as something soft and squishy landed on the floor. It sounded like a beanbag. "Did she just throw…no she didn't." I heard the door shake again and the same sound followed after it.

"Alice, are you throwing your toys at me?" I asked, smirking and raising my eyebrows at her naïve behavior.

"No, I'm not!" she lied.

"Then why did I hear something being thrown at the poor door?"

"Go away!"

"And why do you have so many toys anyways? How old are you?"

"There's nothing wrong with having dolls around my age, okay? Go away!"

"Alice, your twenty-something years old and you still behave like a hyper active kid. Don't you find that a bit odd?"

"No!" she shrieked stubbornly and then threw something else at the door. "Go away, pervert!"

That did it. My amusement disappeared and I burst her door open. I saw her standing on top of her canopy bed with a stuffed green lizard in her fists. I looked around her girlish room to see a huge mess of undressed Barbie dolls with matted hair. A pink miniature brush laid beside a Teresa doll and a tiny yellow high-heel rested next to a Christie doll. I take it before I came upstairs, Alice was playing with her dolls. "Unbelievable."

"Put my oatmeal on the dresser, and leave." she told me, raising her armed hand.

I smirked and did what she said but didn't leave. I slowly walked forward to her. Alice jumped off to the other side of her bed. I saw her bend over to gather more stuffed animals in her thin arms.

"I'm warning you!" she growled, grabbing an orange hippo with a blue trumpet.

"Warn me?" I taunted her, drawing closer. "What are you going to do? Stone me to death with fluffy cotton filled dolls?"

She threw the hippo at my face and the damn trumpet jammed into my left eye. "Damn it!" I yelled, snapping my hands to my injured eye. "I thought it was made out of something soft! "

Before she could throw something else at me, I rushed over and grabbed her around her waist, making her drop all of her toys.

Alice began to scream while wriggling in my arms. I threw her on the canopy and climbed on top of her. She still was screaming and moving maniacally which started to make me feel nervous.

"RAPE!" she screeched, still moving. "RA—"

I covered her mouth with one hand and held her struggling ones with my other hand above her head. I had to stop her kicks by pressing both my knees on each of her legs.

"I'm not going to hurt you, shut it!" I hissed at her, hoping she'll calm down. I was wrong; she still kept trying to release herself. I sighed and repeated what I said earlier, but softer this time, "I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"

She wasn't convinced. Beneath my hand, I felt her open her mouth and she sank her teeth in my palm.

"ALICE!" I shouted, swiping my bitten hand away from her face. She flinched at my raised hand. "She probably thinks I'm going to hit her." I lowered it and rested it on her cheek.

"Jasper, please leave." she mumbled, her lips quivering as if she were about to cry. "I can't get over what you did last night."

"I didn't do anything." I said to her, tracing her luscious bottom lip with my thumb.

Alice rolls her eyes, and raises her chin to remove my hand from her face.

"You assaulted me, you asshole." she scoffs. "Tell me that's not "anything"? It was certainly something."

"Well, you gave me a handjob while your mother was standing right in front of us. How stupid can you be? Aren't you ashamed?" I spat at her.

"Oh shut up, I saw your face. You enjoyed it."

"Even if I did...it didn't give you the right to do that in front of your own mother!"

"She didn't see anything!" she shrieked, her legs were budging from under my knees. "And what you did was even better? You sicko. Get off me."

"You're the one that's sick. What if you're mother saw it? Didn't you ever think of getting caught?" I questioned, adding more pressure on her legs.

"Don't ignore my question! You didn't do any better so I suggest you get the fuck off of me!" she shouted, trying to push me off.

"Fine." I huffed, getting ready to scamper away from her. "She's right on her part…but wait." I paused from what I was going to do and planned to make a quick deal with her. I locked eyes with her and opened my mouth, "Before I could let you go," I said, bringing my hand to her face again, "you promise not to say anything from what I did yesterday?"

She raised her eyebrows at me and said, "I don't know. I can't just forget about it…it was a violation after all and I must report it eventually."

"Alice, please." I begged. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I swear."

"A simple sorry doesn't help."

I sighed again as I caressed her soft cheek in soothing circles. "I promise to not mention the kitchen incident."

"Um…umm," she stammered, "let me think…umm no."

"Is there anything I could do to change your mind?" I asked, pleading with my sullen eyes.

Alice seemed thoughtful for a while. Her tiny nose scrunched up as she pouted her bottom lip and her brows were furrowed in deep concentration. My heart was racing. "What is going on in that mind of hers?" I was then relieved to see her lips curving into a sly smile.

"Well..." she began, her brown eyes sparkling with menace which made me feel uneasy, "I suppose there is something you could do."

"What?" I asked, all of a sudden anxious. She was now smiling from ear to ear.

"Kiss me."

I blinked and stared at her as if she had another head attached to her neck. "What did she say?"

"Uh…what…I'm sorry?" I stuttered.

"Kiss me, Jasper." Alice whispered, fluttering her long lashes and biting her bottom lip seductively.

My mouth went dry and my whole body began to feel very warm.

"Just imagine that we only have a few minutes to live."

The hand that had hers pinned above her head, was loosening its grip making her hands release themselves. They now traveled up my chest, grabbing fistfuls of my shirt and then settling at the seam of my collar.

"What are you waiting for?" she uttered softly, pulling at my collar to bring me down. "Kiss me already."

Alice finally pulled me down and ran her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes when I felt her delicate fingers send tingling sensations throughout my entire body. I then opened them to see her biting her lip again. She let out a soft sigh when I rested my hands on her small waist. I gripped it firmly and hoisted her up so her face could level with mine. My dick painfully pulsated as my lips came in contact with her blushing cheek. Her petite body trembled when my "buddy" brushed along her clothed abdomen. Cherishing her heated skin against my lips, I moaned as I began to kiss my way to her awaiting lips…but it didn't succeed.

Somehow without me noticing, Alice sought an opportunity to liberate herself before kneeing me in the balls. I was now laying on my side with both my hands attending my hurt nuts.

"That's for last night." she jeered at me, standing near the dresser where her breakfast was.

I struggled to look at her. And when I did, I saw her eating her oatmeal quite happily.

"Ew," I choked out from fighting off the pain, "how could you eat that?"

Alice picked up another spoonful and stared back at me. "Because it's good for the heart."

"I hate oatmeal," I groaned, "it's disgusting."

Alice frowns at me and then replies, "That explains why your heart is so rotten." And with that she exited her room, taking her empty bowl with her. I was left on her bed in a fetal position, completely speechless and in pain.