Twilight

pairing: Jasper/Bella

genre: romance/ drama

rating: M

About: Rich, bad girl Bella Swan gets sent to A boarding school. Here, not everything goes by the rules. In Washington Academy money and looks rule the school. So what happens to the prestigious academy when Hurricane Bella comes crashing through? Why, tons of drama and glares from the jealous girls! It also doesn't help that equally-as-bad/ playboy extraordinaire Jasper Whitlock sets his sights on Bella. Things are about to get fun...

Chapter 25

"I have to get away… it's so loud and too bright…" I mumbled more to myself. I opened my eyes and the brightness assaulted my vision once again. I looked around—quite wildly, until I spotted the mercedes. I turned around and noticed the keys were in Jay's breast pocket.

I sprung forward and reached into his pocket. Jay looked so surprised. I swung my leg back and kicked him in the shin, turning around and pushing Vicki, who fell on top of Jay. I turned around and ran to the mercedes. I opened the door, and sat in the seat. I turned the car on. I paused for a second.

Where was I going? I put the car in gear and screeched out of that damned place. I turned around and noticed Vicki and Jay out in the street, There were tire marks on the street—evidence of how fast I was going. I took out my cell phone and hit speed dial number one. She picked up after a couple of rings with an airy 'hello'.

"Mom? It's Bella. I'm coming home."

2 DAYS LATER

I knocked on the door, waiting for my mom to open the door. I never thought I'd be back here, practically begging to stay. But things had changed. I was in a love—and unwanted. Two things I had never had to deal with. I laughed, a harsh, brittle laugh.

I had finally arrived at my home in Phoenix, a lot earlier than I had thought. But that was probably because I had pretty much broken the speed limit. Of course, that didn't go without consequences. I had been pulled over twice. Of course, once I flashed a smile and a little cleavage, they let me off with a warning. Stupid police officers.

The door opened, my mom standing in front of me. She had a smug look on her face. Internally, I was beating her face in. I made to walk in, but she held a hand up, stopping me.

"What?" I muttered. If she kept this up, I was gonna beat her up before I even went inside the stupid house.

"I knew you'd be back. You're just so predictable, honey. I know you too well." She gloated.

"Yeah, yeah, mother. Can you move aside? I'm tired and wanna catch some Z's." I mumbled. I tried to sidestep her, but she just moved to the side. I growled and I just knew my eyes were flashing as I glared at her. I had the satisfaction of seeing her wince a little.

"Ah, ah. What about what we talked about on the phone?" She asked, inspecting her nails.

"Yes, yes. I'll wear whatever the hell you want me to wear. Fuck! Move!" I muttered, pushing her aside and sprinting up the stairs. I walked over to my room, opening the door and slamming it shut behind me. I was glad that it was exactly how I left it, months ago. I went over to my bed, falling on it, quicklyfalling into deep slumber.

"But, Jasper! I love you!" I shouted through my tears. Jasper was in front of me, a hand around Maria, and a cold look on his face.

"I don't care about you. I never did. You were just a plaything until my one true love came back to me." Jasper said, tightening his grip on Maria and lowering his face to hers, giving her small pecks on lips. For some reason, I couldn't move. I was stuck there, watching like an idiotic pervert. Jasper was pulling Maria's wedding dress off her. Underneath, Maria was completely naked. Maria started dancing, doing the hula. I was frozen. I couldn't even look away when Maria started giving Jasper a blowjob. I could see and hear Jasper's moans and groans.

"Gosh, you're such a pervert!" I heard from behind me. I looked around, trying to locate the voice. Then suddenly, there Rosalie was, in front of her. Behind her, Jasper and Maria were going at it, like bunnies.

"What? Rose, no! I can't move, help me!" I shouted at her.

"Why would I do that? I don't like you, never did. Excuse me, I think I'm gonna go join that little party behind me, you're welcome to watch, pervert." Rose moved back, taking off her clothes, and then everyone was there. Jasper, Maria, Rose, Emmett, Edward, Alice, and they were all naked! They started chanting my name.

"Bella! Bella! Bella! Bella!"

"Bella! Wake up!" My mom shouted, and I woke with a start. I was sweating and breathing harshly.

"What, what?" I asked, disoriented. My mother rolled her eyes at me, shaking her head. Then she was grinning and holding up a pink tank top and a jean skirt.

"Mom, I'm not fucki—" I looked up and she was watching me critically.

"Remember our deal." Was all she said. Fuck!

"I mean, of course, mother. I'd love to wear that." I sighed as she squealed, put the clothes at the foot of my bed and left the room. I was still having trouble breathing, and I wondered again,

How was it possible to still be alive with a shattered heart?

Thinking about, a pain shot through my body, leaving me almost numb. I leaned back on my bed, trying to catch my breath. I was panting, looking up at the ceiling. It looked like it was closing down on me, and I felt very claustrophobic.

I abruptly stood up, dashing for my bathroom where I leaned over the toilet and noisily threw up. Where my insides deteriorating? Was I dying? I felt a sense of relief, because if I was dead, I wouldn't be in so much pain.

"Bella! Hurry up!" I heard Renee shouting from downstairs. I groaned as I stood up from the floor because, God, it hurt so bad. I brushed my teeth quickly. I went back out to my room and put on the clothes, cringing as I did so. I felt uncomfortable as I lay back on the bed. I looked up at the ceiling. I think I was drifting off to sleep, but the shrill ringing of my phone prevented that. I leaned over and grabbed the phone, sliding the lock thing and putting the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I mumbled. I took into account the fact that my voice sounded hoarse, like I had come down with a bad cold, and I was at the peak of it.

"Bella? Oh, my God! Edward, Em, I got her! Bella! Are you okay? What happened, where are you?" I heard Rosalie questioning me. I could hear tears in her voice.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?" She asked, I could hear her sobbing a little.

"Why do you even care if I'm okay?" I asked. I noticed that my tone was hard harsh. A tone I used a lot, but never with Rosalie. There was a heavy pause, which indicated that Rosalie had noticed this.

"I care if you're okay, Bella, because you're my very best friend. Why wouldn't I?" Rosalie asked. She had finally stopped sobbing, Her tone was careful, as if she was thinking hard abut what she was saying.

"Really?" I asked, dubiously.

"Yes!"

"Well, that's the biggest load of shit I have ever heard in my entire life." By the end of the sentence, my voice was loud enough to be called shouting. There was a longer pause.

Silence had never been so loud.

I heard shuffling on the line.

"Bella, what the hell are you going on about? Cut the shit and get back here. We know you're hurting right now, but we can work through this. And listen, you have to know—" I cut Edward off.

"Oh, you care? That's funny, I don't exactly remember you tripping all over yourselves in order to help me after… after what happened at the wedding." By this point I was crying, but I'll be damned if they knew that.

"Bella… there was—"

"You know what, Edward? I really don't give a fuck anymore. You guys can all go back to your lives, okay? I'm not going back to that damn school anymore." I muttered.

"What? What the hell are you talki—"

"I'm here in Phoenix, My mom decided to let me go to school here again."

"Bella, please, think about what you're doing. Don't do this. Bella, you don't even have to—"

"Edward?" I mumbled quietly.

"Bella, Bella, please. What?" Edward asked.

"Is… Fuck you." I caught myself in time, before going on to ask about Jasper. I cringed as I uttered those ugly words to Edward, of all people. I ended the call, turning off my phone right after.

I walked into the bathroom, washing off tears. I opened the drawer, taking out dark eye shadow and dark eyeliner. Hopefully the smokey eye look would hide the swelling of my eyes.

I walked down the stairs, feeling very uncomfortable in my new clothes. I walked into the kitchen, finding myself annoyed when I found my mom in there also. I caught her looking at me disapprovingly.

"What?" I snarled at her before I could stop.

"Well, honey, what the hell have you done to your eyes? You look like a cheap hooker." She told me.

"Well, that's what I was aiming for. I was hoping some random pervert would see me and kidnap me so I could get the hell out of here. Speaking of which, I wanted to talk to you about something." I said, sitting down at the counter, tracing the lines there.

"No, you can't live by yourself in an apartment." She grumbled not looking up from the pantry she was rearranging. I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could send me to another boarding school." I said, hreath for a second, before I let it go with a loud WHOOSH. I caught my mother giving me a confused look.

"But I thought you didn't like boarding school, and that's why you came back?" She asked me.

"No, I didn't like that boarding school… however, I don't like it here either. So I want to go to another boarding school."

"Well, sorry, but private schools and boarding schools don't want you." She then turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me behind.

"I'm kinda getting used to not being wanted."

2 days later, that night, I turned on my phone, so I could play Tap Tap. Yes, that's how bored I was. I ignored the 121 missed calls, 99 voicemails, and 103 texts. It was when I was getting ready for bed that I heard it. A short rapping sound. I looked around for a second, wondering if I was stepping on something.

"Bella." The voice sounded exasperated. I don't think I was stepping on anything anymore. I looked around, doing a full circle in the middle of my room. My gaze landed on the window, where a familiar blonde head was.

Jasper.

How the hell did he get up here? I was on the second floor. I figured he was on the awning I used to often climb on, to sneak out.

I strode over to the window, quickly. Never mind the fact that I was only wearing a blue tank and blue boyshorts. I walked over to the window, ignoring the grin Jasper had on his face. I ignored the way my heart responded to that heart-clenching grin.

I walked the last 2 steps and punched Jasper straight in the eye. I leaned over the window, watching as he fell.

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