Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!

Camilla POV

November 2020

Madison, Wisconsin

The weekend passed pretty quickly, after the party, and as we had an extra week off, Danny had invited me to go to out for the day, and I agreed, simply so I could get out of the house - otherwise I wouldn't really be doing anything but study, and, really, after a while that gets annoying.

The weather was nice, even though Winter was practically snapping at our heels, and I didn't trust the morning light, so I dressed for the off-chance that it would start to rain or snow. I carried an umbrella in my backpack, too, just for safe keeping. Danny said he would be picking me up at around one in the afternoon, so when I woke up that Monday morning, a little after midday, I panicked, almost falling on my face as I dropped out of my bed, and sprinted to the bathroom, barely giving the spray enough time to warm up before I jumped in and began scrubbing at my skin. I didn't have enough time to wash my hair thoroughly, and therefore I wouldn't try - it pissed me off having wet hair in cold weather.

I always got the sniffles as a result.

A loud knock on the door made me jump, and Clyde's loud drawl was muffled through the wooden door, "Are you alright, cher?"

Chuckling to myself, I stepped out of the shower, and switched off the contraption, before brushing my teeth and washing my face free of any residual dirt or grime, and I opened the door, with a panicked smile on my face, and I retorted, absentmindedly, as I walked back into my bedroom, "Yeah.. Just a little out of it, Cly."

He chuckled, and commented, "Your date with Danny got you all frazzled?"

"Shut up, asshole," I scoffed, "Its not a date. We're friends."

He grinned, languidly, "I'm goin' out, cher. Alice awaits."

Quietly, I laughed, before closing my door, and slipping on a pair of clean black underwear. Quickly, I rubbed lotion onto my skin, and began getting dressed in a pair of skinny denim stretchy jeans, the cuffs rolled up slightly, a pair of white doily ankle socks, and a pair of beat up, black and white Converse. Over my shoulders was a unbuttoned shirt, with a thin strapped grey vest beneath it, and once I was finished, I pulled out my thick olive knitted cardigan and slipped into it, then went about doing my hair.

With care, I tied my hair up in a high messy bun, a few strands curling around my face, prettily, and a bandana made to work as a headband tied in a cute bow on the side of my head. I nixed doing my makeup, because I never really liked wearing much anyway, so I was pretty much ready by one. Right on cue, I heard the familiar knock on my front door, and I kicked off of the table in the middle of the living room, and switched off the football game that I had been watching. Opening the door, I saw Danny's cheery expression and a cheesy grin on his face. He grinned as he saw my face, and lilted, "Afternoon, Cammy."

"Come on in, Dan," and stepped aside, so he could enter. I assured his tense expression, "Clyde's out, he's meeting his girlfriend, and my dad's been at work since 8. You'll be fine, nobody's going to jump out at you."

He chortled, humorously, and said, "Whatever, I could take him," with an exaggerated shrug. I practically peed with the force of my laughter, and heaved, "If Clyde ever heard you say that, he'd tackle you so quickly.."

I left the ending open with a promise of good-natured fighting, and he blushed, embarrassed. He commented, "You've got a nice place... How are you finding it here, then?"

"I know, thanks," I lowered myself on the sofa, followed by Danny, who copied my actions, and I continued, "I like it here - its different."

"So you're from Louisiana?"

I nodded, pursing my lips, fractionally, and replied, "Yep, moving here was the first time that I left Baton Rouge, and.. Its nice, I guess."

We spent the next few hours just talking with one another, telling each other about our childhoods, our families, what we want to do in life, what we wanted to achieve. The things that we enjoyed, our friends, our life stories. We talked about everything that we could think of, eve if it didn't make any sense. We watched a few movies that Clyde had left around by the television - the only one leaving any particular impression being a superhero-action movie with a bunch of explosions, guns and knives, a smoking hot Scarlett Johansson dressed in leather and breathtaking imagery. By the time we finished, the sky outside was dark, and the digital clock blared a luminous, angry 6:49 in the evening, and I found that we had been talking for over 5 hours straight and I hadn't even realise the time had slipped by.

"Shit," he exclaimed, with a shocked grin on his face, "I was sure we were supposed to be doing something tonight."

I laughed, "Yeah, something about.. Our special Spot?"

"Yeah, come on, there's still time. The movie doesn't start till eight anyway."

"Another movie?," I asked, with a quirk of my brow, and he grinned, widely. I continued, "So, what made you think I would stay out with you for so long?"

He shrugged, standing up and fixing the ends of his graphic t-shirt, "My incessant charisma and charming good-looks?"

Scoffing, loudly, at him, sarcastically, causing him to send me a very biting, scathing glare, before reaching out for my hand, of which I took, to help me up, and said, "Come on, idiot, we have places to go."

"Alright, sugar," I said, amicably. "Let's go, Prince Charming."

Turned out that the few hours we spent at the Spot were both chillingly comforting and quietly calm. We didn't even talk much; it was just the soothing sense of being around another person's energy was what calmed us both down. I enjoyed his company - even in the freezing cold. We sat back-to-back and just watched the stars twinkle above us in the sky. We left our Spot at exactly twenty to eight in the evening, and we were on our way to the theater within minutes. Danny had the careful wherewithal to purchase two tickets online prior to our arrival, as the fucking movie theater was packed as every imaginable fuck. We were led straight through the complex, walking past groups upon groups of loud teens, some of whom I was sure I recognised as students of Madison High, and once we were seated, and had ample amounts of sickeningly sweet confectioneries in our laps, we were waiting until the horror flick started.

Danny turned to me, a wicked grin on his face, and commented, gleefully, "I hope you wore your big girl pants tonight, because this film is supposed to be.. Phenomenal."

"Shut up," I shoved his shoulder, then filled my mouth with toffee popcorn, and waited until the wide screen began showing the ghoulish movie.

-0-

"I am never letting you pick the movie again," I teased, happily, for the fourth time in the last few minutes, "That film was horrible."

He laughed, care freely, and stated, amicably, "I know," he shrugged, "Sorry. I heard good things, and apparently they were misleading."

"Evidently," I chuckled, and continued, "Its nearly eleven and its freezing outside. You going to drive me home?"

He gave me an acerbic glance and replied, "No.. you can walk home," then at the widening of my eyes, he exclaimed, "Oh my god, of course I'm driving you home. Do I look like an animal to you?"

With mirth in my eyes, I pouted my lips and said, "Maaaaybe," to which he nudged my head to the side with his fingers, and whined, "C'mon, Clyde will kill me if I get you home too late."

"This time, though, I don't have a curfew," I teased. "So you'll be alright."

He shivered at the memory, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and answered, "You'd better hope not."

I was too busy laughing to notice the puny pixie that was walking, quickly, towards me, a frown marring her features, until we bumped into one another, and she exclaimed, "Cammy! What are you doing here?"

My eyes widened, shock filling my eyes, and I replied, "Ali! I didn't know you were in town.. Is Clyde around?"

"Yeah," she shrugged, "He's in the store.. But you didn't answer my question," she gave Danny a strange look, "Why are you in town?"

Danny leapt in then, and introduced himself, "Cam and I were just out for a night on the town, nothing serious."

Ali's frown deepened, and asked me, quietly, "I thought you were with Jazz, Cammy.. What happened?"

My head quirked to the side, and replied, inaudibly, "Alice.. I'm not.. Jasper and I aren't an official couple.. Hell, I don't even know what we are. And even then, Danny and I.. We're just friends."

She pouted, impertinently, and responded, "Jasper.. He's.. He doesn't know what is going on between you two, and after you left Saturday, he's been all weird."

I didn't really know what to day - I really couldn't respond in a way that was fitting. I wanted to dance with joy, and at the same time I wanted nothing more than to run to Jasper, and just hold him. It was conflicting to say the least. Alice smiled, sadly, then, and asked, "Do you think you could.. You know, come over and talk to him?"

I could practically feel Danny's irritation at being ignored so blatantly by someone nearly three-quarters his size, and I bumped his shoulder, minutely, and whispered, "Be nice," before turning back to Ali and replied, "I-Uh, I guess so, if he doesn't mind. Could you, maybe, text me a time that I could come over?"

She grinned, and Clyde chose this time to join us - throwing his arm over Ali's petite shoulders, and grinned, cheerily, at me. He asked, "Cammy, are you goin' home, cher?"

"Mhmm, Danny's going to drop me home. What time are you lookin' to be back for, Bear?"

He growled, lowly, knowing where I was trying to go with this - I only even called him 'Bear' when I was in trouble, or if I wanted something from him, and even then, I hadn't called him it in years. He replied, with a intrusive stare, "I'll be back at two. Dad knows, so its fine.. Don't wait up."

"Awright, bro," I grinned, "Bee seein' you!," and promptly walked past my brother and his pint-sized girlfriend, who simply gave me a very direct glare that promised a lengthy discussion later. The walk to his car was tense, to say the least, and as I slid into his car, I felt the iciness that was radiating from Danny melt.

He smiled but the action didn't seem all that genuine to me and I found that I didn't like it at all. Once I was seated in the car, he murmured, twisting the key in the ignition slot, "Your friend doesn't like me much, does she?"

It wasn't a question, even though it was phrased as one, and the tone he used was one of a quiet sadness. I didn't like it. We might not be a couple, that didn't mean I didn't care about him.

"She doesn't like a lot of people," I amended, quietly, not wanting to upset him, but then also not wanting to speak for Alice as she was her own person. "Don't take it personally, Danny."

He sighed out a sharp, forced chuckle, before switching the car on, and pulling out of the parking lot. I asked, biting on my thumb nail, clearly nervous, "Do you think I should call him?"

He turned to me, momentarily, before turning back to the stretch of clear road we were on, and said, relaxed, "It depends, Cam. What do you want?"

At my exasperated sigh and petulant shrug of my shoulders, he chuckled, as though he understood, and coaxed, lightly, "Nobody can tell you how to feel. Its you who's going to be with him - not me. Do you want him?"

Shrugging, truly lost for words, I pouted, childishly, drawing a louder, more authentic laugh from him, and replied, "I just don't know. I mean.. He acts like he likes me, but he didn't call me at all yesterday, and.. I guess I'm just a little embarrassed because I feel like I've made an idiot out of myself."

He groaned, turning the corner, sharply, and said, "Sounds like you're in a wee predicament, Cammy.. But this Jasper guy, he doesn't do girlfriends. He's been at school for a year, and I've never seen him go for anyone at school, so obviously you mean something to him. I cant speak for him, because we're not the same person, but.. If I were in his situation, I would be on you like white on rice."

At his statement, I beamed, playfully, and teased, "And you say that you ain't holdin' a candle for me, sugar?"

Danny raised a brow at me, his denial clear on his face and I took no offense to it. He and I were just friends, but we weren't blind. He was very attractive, in that All-American-Boy-Next-Door type of way. It just didn't do anything for me. I wanted messy. I wanted hard muscles and experience. I wanted whiskey, not a Cosmopolitan, if you catch my drift.

He rolled his pretty eyes, and answered, "No.. I don't, and if you tell anyone I said any of this, I will vicariously deny it to the day I die."

"We wouldn't want your reputation to take a blow, would we?" I joked, curling my hands around my middle, my mind racing a mile a minute.

He replied, his expression free of all stress and discomfort that had plagued him earlier, "A man's fake reputation is all he has."

-0-

I had barely stepped into my house before I felt my phone begin vibrating in my pocket, and after I fished it out of my cardigan, I answered it, quickly, without checking the caller ID, whilst waving at the disappearing Danny.

"Hello?," I asked, slipping my backpack off of my shoulders. Truthfully, I expected it to be Danny, or Clyde, but a part of me had hoped it would be him. So you could imagine my delight when I heard his rough, deep voice vibrate through the head of the receiver as he asked, "Camilla?"

Jasper's voice filled my ears, and I felt my heart skip a beat, all of a sudden, and I had to flop down in the nearest sofa, before I lost my footing, and dropped on my face.

"Jasper?," I asked, my lips forming a diminutive smile, and I pulled my hair out of the tight bun it had been in, releasing a sigh of relief at the sensations that flooded my scalp.

"Yeah.. Uh, well, Alice told me to call you.. No.. She told me that you'd answer, I guess."

His tone was questioning, and I found myself blushing at the implications of that. He was nervous. How adorable!

"I would've answered anyway, Jasper," I sighed, and kicked my shoes off of my feet, and switched on the TV, just for background noise, so I wasn't sitting in silence.

"Yeah," he sighed, and I could imagine him running his hands through his hair, anxiously, "I guess I jus' needed a kick-start. Ali can be a force to be reckoned wit' when she wants to be."

"Oh, don't I know it," then after a beat of silence, I continued, "Did you call me to jus' talk about Alice, or.. Somethin' else?"

He exhaled, heavily, and replied, "No.. I'm jus' nervous."

Could he be sweeter?

I chewed on my lower lip and teased, feeling significantly bolder than I usually would, "What do you have to be nervous 'bout? I don't bite, Jasper."

He chuckled, the sound dark, sultry and just perfect, and my stomach flooded with discomforting warmth that made me want to touch him but also punch something in sheer frustration, and replied, "That wasn't what you were saying on Saturday night, Darlin'."

Blushing, immediately, I grumbled, quietly, "Stop! That's embarrassing..."

I overheard him shuffling around, probably on his bed or somethin', and said, coolly, "So, how was your date?"

"Date?," my brows furrowed, minutely, and I asked, "You mean Danny?"

He breathed out a strained chuckle, and replied, firmly, "That would be the guy you were out with tonight, right?"

I sighed, and ran a hand through my hair, my eyes fixed on the television screen but taking nothing in, "Please tell me you're not being that jealous guy right now."

He sighed, deeply, and replied, "I cant help it, Darlin'. I.. I already told you that I'm a little crazy 'bout you.. I cant really think straight where you're concerned."

I worried at my lower lip once more, the action becoming something that was more of a necessity than a habit, to take my mind off of the trepidation dripping through my system, and asked, somewhat breathlessly, "But what does that mean? Are we.. Are we together, or.."

He inhaled, deeply. It took a moment for him to respond and I found myself fearing what he could possibly say. He answered, "I don't wanna talk 'bout this over the phone, sugar, can I come an' pick you up?"

Taking a second to listen out for my Dad, I realised that I had just under two hours before my brother got home, and my Dad was dead to the world. Before I realised what I was doing, I replied, "Sure. Come over."

"See you soon, Darlin'."

HI GUYS! It's been a while, huh? Well, let's get the excuses out of the way.

1. I have almost finished my first year of college. I finish next week, and I have a lot of work just to get done and out of the way.

2. I have a job so my spare time to write has been cut down by a lot.

3. I have nearly 60 chapters of this story written. I actually have finished this particular story already but I'm not entirely happy with it now that I've re-read it, so it may change slightly.

4. My Mom has been away for the last few months and she's back, so I'm spending a lot of time with her.

So, here's the sitch.

You're next update won't be till after I've finished college. So you're looking at around next Friday - Monday time.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please, read, review, if you find any mistakes, please let me know so I can modify it. Also, share with your friends. I love my stories and want you guys to enjoy them. I have a few other ideas of Twilight-esque stories - I actually have 4-5 plans of different stories that I'm in the process of writing up, along with another HP story and an X-Men story (btw did ya'll watch X-Men DoFP? Bc YAS! It was amazing. Recommend fully. Plus you see Hugh Jack's booty and that's just something that I'm always here for.

Thank you guys for being so kind and understanding!