A/N: I had no plans to do this outtake, simply because I honestly couldn't picture wanting to be in this guy's head. Nonetheless, after yesterday's chapter, there was a lot of discussion over Jasper Hale, and this just came to me. I think this chapter here will basically explain just what kind of man Jasper is…was…and will likely always be.

Outtake from a Tribeca bar on the occasion of a special birthday:

Jasper Hale: Heartbreaker

"Had the fucking nerve to ask me to leave."

I took another swig from my beer bottle, cursing and angrily swiping away a few wayward droplets that landed on my chin. I snorted and shook my head, still in disbelief over how differently the night had ended from what I'd envisioned.

"Got me talking to myself too. Fucking came downtown just for her, just to wish her a happy birthday. She should've been happy I even remembered. Instead, she asks me to…" Groaning under my breath, I swept my gaze around the Tribeca bar in which I'd ended up after some pissed off and aimless walking. I'd even had my excuses lined up for the other one:

'A job interview, Jasper? In the evening? How fucking stupid do you think I am?'

Instantly resolving not to even touch the last in that line of questioning, I'd answered the first two with well-practiced ease.

'Al, it's a downtown start-up. The guy's busy, and it was the only time he could fit me in. Look, baby, I want to get a job. You know I do. I hate that my company downsized, and I hate that you pay all the bills,' I lied.

She'd eyeballed me hard while my son cried in her arms.

'A start-up downtown, huh? Let me ask you something, Jasper. What's today?'

Shit. As self-fucking-involved as she was, I hadn't counted on her actually recalling the significance of the date.

'What do you mean what's today?' I'd asked, knowing full well what she meant.

'I mean what's the significance of today's date?' she'd spat through clenched teeth.

'Alice, I don't know,' I'd lied yet again, this time allowing some frustration to seep into my voice for good measure. 'What is it? September twelve? Thirteen? Fourteen? Lithuanian Independence? I don't know. What do I look like, a calendar?'

She'd kept right on scrutinizing me.

'Look, little JJ's obviously hungry. Are you going to feed him or are you going to keep standing there giving me a hard time for trying to get a job so I can help out a bit more around?'

'A bit more,' the fucking nightmare had scoffed, heavy on the sarcasm. 'A bit more would imply you help out at all.'

'Alice,' I'd said, walking toward the door before I fucking lost it and told her what the fuck I really thought of her. 'I'll be home after my interview.'

Or not at all, I'd grinned to myself, if things go as I'm hoping, and I spend the night back in my wife's warm bed instead of next to your dumb-ass.

Well, at least after that plan went to shit, I hadn't ended up in some sleazy dive. The place I was in looked a bit seedy from the outside, what with its run-down brick façade, small windows, and no storefront signage. But I'd needed a goddamn drink, and any place would've done at that moment.

However, when I walked in, I was pleasantly surprised. For a few moments, I even managed to forget how pissed off I was at my ex-wife, my current pain-in-ass Baby Mama, and Life in general. Man, had I gotten the short end of the stick.

Anyway, the place had a decently-sized and decently-stocked bar. There was a band playing in the corner, one of those Nineties alternative songs my ex-wife-

Fuck. No. No. No, I wouldn't think of her after how she treated me. Fucking bitch told me to leave after I came all the way downtown to-

I turned away sharply from the band, from anything that would remind me of her.

Then, there was a great, large-screen TV hanging in a corner of the bar. Huge actually, with great picture quality. The ballgame was on, and fuck was I glad it wasn't a football game to remind me of the split-second, bold-faced lie I'd just told Bella. Since we were kids, every time I lied to her, it gnawed at me a bit, unlike lying to the other one. The other one deserved every lie I ever told her.

I shook my head, trying to clear it of both females responsible for my current predicament in life. Instead of thinking, I headed for one of the empty bar stools, where I'd ordered the first of – of how many? How many beers had I had so far? – a few beers and tried not to think at all.

But, that's the shit. It's hard not to think at all.

So, I'd lied to my ex-wife about coming down to ask for a jersey. Big, fucking deal. People told worse lies. And as much as it bothered me to lie to Bella, it wasn't as if it was the first lie I'd told her since we'd known one another, nor the biggest. Over the years, the lies had progressed by necessity, but what the fuck did women want from a guy nowadays? Seriously, what did they want? They practically begged you to lie to them.

'Of course, I'm not disappointed we didn't sleep together after prom. I wouldn't lie.'

'Of course, I'm sure I love you. I wouldn't lie.'

'Of course, you were my first too. I wouldn't lie.'

'Of course, I'm just as excited as you about getting married. I wouldn't lie.'

'Of course, I want kids. I wouldn't lie.'

'Of course, I'd be okay if we never had kids. I wouldn't lie. But let's keep trying, babe. I mean, my buddy Rick and his wife just had one. Can't be that fucking hard to get pregnant.'

'Of course, I understand why you're stressed lately. I wouldn't lie. But don't stress me out too, babe. I'm going out for a drink.'

'Of course, I understand you're having a hard time focusing, and Michael's giving your friend, Alice more and more articles, which means you're bringing home less dough. I don't mind picking up the slack. I wouldn't lie.'

'No, I can't say I remember your friend Alice all that well. It's not like she was fucking undressing me with her eyeballs the second you introduced us and then snuck her number to me before the night was done.'

'Of course, I'm working late again. I wouldn't lie. It's not like Alice is bouncing on my dick as I type out this text.'

'Of course, I still love you, Bella. I wouldn't lie.'

The shit of it was…the shit of it was that as I sat at that bar stool nursing my fifth…sixth beer?, I wasn't sure anymore if that last lie to Bella had been a lie after all.

Bella Hale. Bella fucking Swan again now.

Overall, she'd been a good wife. A bit high-strung and tightly wound toward the end of our marriage, fucking always crying, especially at the time of the month when her damn period was due, and it would come and dash all her dreams. Shit, man, it got frustrating.

In those early days, though…

I took a long chug from my beer as I recalled those earlier days. Bella was always sweet. Always smart. A bit on the plain side when we were kids, but man if she didn't go from plain-jane to fuck-all gorgeous that summer between junior and senior year of high school. All my buddies were jealous as hell when I beat them to the punch, and Bella and I started dating. And man, she was always willing to do anything to make me happy. What more could a guy want?

The sex. The sex had been so good before it became all about the reproduction. It was great. Actually, it was fucking mind-blowing. She was so tight…so warm…loud too, screamed my name to the heavens, bent any way I wanted her, let me take her in any position-

FUCK.

I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to let my mind wander down that particular train of thought yet again, especially in public. I could already feel my dick hardening, and if I got home like this, that other crazy bitch would start asking questions.

I mean, how was any of this my fucking fault? There was Bella, always fucking depressed. Even sex with her, which, like I said, had once been mind-blowing, became the most depressing, anxiety-inducing, and under-stimulating act imaginable. I had to close my eyes and picture the wildest fucking shit – twins, triplets, anything just to spurt out a few drops. Fucking consulting charts and pills and hormones and shit. Damn it, I was a fucking man, not a robot. And as if that wasn't bad enough, by the end, who the fuck was paying most of the bills? Me, that's who. Her and her fucking inability to write articles her boss wanted to publish. I mean, what the fuck happened to equality?

And then the whole baby thing. I mean, yeah, I wanted a baby. Everyone else had one, so why not?

We would've been all right. She would've gotten over her baby fever or we would've adopted or something. She would've started carrying her half of the load around our place again. But then…fucking Alice.

Fucking Alice just had to come along and fuck everything up for me, didn't she? Bitch barely even gave me a chance to say no, to think it through a bit. Damn. Gave me her number the very first time we all went out to dinner, snuck it under the table and grazed my dick in the process. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't get excited, right? Especially when Bella was being such a drag at home. Nonetheless, I was still debating whether I'd use the number or not the second time we all went out together about a week later.

It was to a new club that had just opened in Chelsea, and Bella was hoping to get some inspiration for some article she was writing. The second she got into a discussion with the manager, there went Alice gesturing for me to follow her. We ended up against the back door leading into the alley. I didn't even have to move aside her panties; she wasn't wearing any. Just pushed her against the door while she wrapped her legs around my hips, and I rammed my-

It wasn't even worth remembering. Yeah, at the time I'd thought it was, but I saw it clearly now. My dick saw it too apparently, if one went by the fact that those shitty memories from a shitty club and an alley door were what managed to dispel the hard-on memories of my ex-wife just gave me.

But at the time, it was exhilarating as hell, I won't even try to deny it. I took Alice behind closed doors in my office, parked in dark streets in her car, in every room in her apartment. I let her buy me shit and told Bella my boss gave it all to me for a job well done.

I wiped my mouth again as a grin spread across my face. Yeah, it was fun for a while. But the grin turned into a grimace when I recalled the rest.

'You want a baby, Jasper?' Alice asked me once while she rode me hard.

I mean, what are you supposed to say when someone's riding you like that? 'Not really, no; I just want to fuck you?'

'Sure. We'll talk about it later. But not now, babe. Right now, just keep moving like that. Yeah.'

Sneaky bitch went and got herself pregnant anyway. Now, look at us.

'Where are you, Jasper?!'

"When are you coming home, Jasper?'

'I saw you talking to that woman, Jasper!'

'At least change the baby's goddamn diaper, Jasper!'

I should've stayed in Forks – Seattle at the furthest. But that was Bella's fault too.

'Let's explore, Jasper. Let's break free. Let's travel. Let's go all the way to the other end of the country and live our best lives together, just you and me.'

Her and her fucking dreams. It's her own damn fault, for being such a dreamer, head always in the clouds. That's why we ended up like this – with her a fucking basket case and with me shackled to another maniac.

Yet, even with her mental issues…God, seeing her today…she was still gorgeous. Her time in the loony bin and her current self-imposed isolation hadn't done a damn thing to mess with her looks. And that body, Jesus. She'd been wearing a pretty, white blouse today – kind of see-through, and seeing her bra made me think of her sweet, pink little nipples, and how she'd cry out when I sucked on them.

Other than that, she wore a fitted jean jacket and tight jeans. A simple, basic outfit but damn it played up to all those curves she had in all the right places, those perky breasts and that plump ass I couldn't help staring at when she turned her back to me. One little word of encouragement, that's all she would've needed to give me, and I would've taken care of her all night, the way I used to.

Damn it, there went another semi.

Instead, she looked at me like I was the devil incarnate. Like we hadn't been married for almost seven years.

'I was in the area, and I wanted to say happy birthday,' I'd grinned at her. And then…I'd waited, for her tears of joy at my return, for her arms around me, her warm mouth on mine.

'Why are you here?' she'd said instead, her tone cold and angry.

'I told you; I wanted to say happy birthday. Since we were what, ten-years-old, you and I haven't spent a birthday where we didn't at least see one another.' Another grin, this time, the sheepish one I knew she loved, and I'd looked over at her through my eyelashes, the ones I knew she adored.

'Why are you here?' she asked yet again; this time, through gritted teeth. And I'd gone and lost my patience too because seriously, what the fuck? Why couldn't she just be grateful?

'Jesus, Bella, why can't you leave the hostility behind?'

'Are you fucking-'

From there, it had just spiraled. Over and over, she'd asked me to leave. She'd gotten mouthy over the past year. Nothing I was saying was working. And that's when I'd come up with the entire jersey excuse, hoping that would stir her memories of us.

Because I'd loved that jersey on her. She'd wear the jersey to bed – with nothing underneath. Hell, if I hadn't realized back then how that was the sexiest thing ever.

Why had I forgotten that?

Even as I asked her for the jersey, I couldn't help the concurrent thought in my head of how damn hilarious it was going to be to bring home that jersey. I was going to lounge around in it, watch TV, feed my son, wear it to bed at night, and all the while, Alice would never know that I was picturing my naked ex-wife under it.

Unfortunately, none of it had worked out because Bella didn't even know where the fuck the jersey was.

Sighing, I signaled the bartender for another beer, and that was when my eyes landed on a group of women at the other end of the bar – three, no four of them. They were attractive, dressed pretty hot, giggling loudly, drinking cocktails and having a good time, the way single women had a right to do when out together. Two of them caught my eye more than the others; one because she was a petite brunette, her hair around her shoulders in waves, with minimal makeup from what I could tell. The one right next to her caught my eye because she was the exact opposite; blond hair obviously salon-styled, bright makeup I could see from here, and the louder giggler of the group.

I watched them for a few minutes, while I drank my latest beer.

I mean, it wasn't as if I was married, for God's sake. Alice could keep right on hinting 'til she turned blue in the face. I'd marry that one the day my dick shriveled off. Either that or the day she signed over her trust fund. Not likely to happen? Yeah, neither was our marriage.

I chuckled to myself at that one. As I chuckled, the brunette across the bar's eyes happened to sweep over to me. I grinned and raised my bottle to, shot her a wink.

In return, she smiled sweetly and resumed her conversation with her friends.

"Seriously?"

I kept looking, yet she didn't glance my way. Instead, the four women giggled and whispered. Their heads turned as one to their left, further up the bar and away from me, where a couple of guys were drinking their beers and in the middle of conversation. The group of women whispered furtively, sipped their drinks and laughed, eyes intently on the two men, who were completely oblivious.

I read the women's lips as they shamelessly ogled the pair.

"That hair!"

"Those eyes!"

They bit their lips and giggled, stared, and ogled some more.

"Unfuckingbelievable," I smirked. "Those two aren't even interested…"

I trailed off. My eyes narrowed, and I focused more carefully on the pair of men; the profile of on one of them in particular looking familiar. He had a head of dark copper hair and a slightly skewed nose with a bit of a bump on the bridge. Long legs and broad shoulders, and when he turned my way to check out the band for a few moments, his eyes completely skipped the women practically climbing over one another to catch his attention. I recognized the shape of those eyes if not the color, also the shape of the forehead, the squared jaw which supposedly suited guys, and the cleft chin he shared with his sister.

"Son of a bitch," I murmured to myself as his eyes swept back to his friend, completely skimming over the anxious women once again. Nevertheless, they stuck out their necks like giraffes in their efforts to place themselves in his field of vision.

I grinned to myself.

It had been over a year since that clusterfuck between his sister and Bella in that lobby. The poor fuck had ended up with a broken nose for trying to help Bella in the middle of her psychotic break. 'Course he'd been pissed off later that day when we all met in his and Alice's father's office at the hospital. The fucker had pushed me against a wall and said some pretty messed up things. He was lucky I was too bewildered by the events of the day to reply.

But all that was in the past. I hadn't seen him since that day. Alice and her parents mentioned he traveled a lot in his line of work – something to do with diseases? Either way, I was sure the guy had more important things going on than holding a grudge because I screwed his little sister with the windows open or because my ex-wife broke his nose.

What's more, he and his buddy were sure attracting a lot of the female attention in the bar – attention they didn't seem to care for.

I grinned to myself. As an apology for what went down in the past, for what my ex-wife did to his pretty nose, I'd take on some of that unwanted attention he was receiving. Who knew? If big brother was drunk enough, maybe he wouldn't even notice…or care if I left with one those women.

Turns out, Bella, I won't need you tonight after all. Me and my new buddy, Edward, are going to have some fun with the ladies.

I stood from my seat at the other end of the bar, picked up my beer, and headed toward my new buddy.

A/N: Thoughts?

I think many of us have known a Jasper Hale – or someone similar – at some point in our lives.

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