For those of you wondering, this is a JasperxBella fanfic!


Yeah, I Said It - Rihanna

"You could be rough, boy, but you won't. Give me some love, boy, give it to me 'til the morn'"


Shit, shit, shit!

The moment the bell rang, it took everything in me not to bolt out to my seat.

The entire lecture, I somehow managed to keep my focus on my textbook, pretending to take notes when I had to. I could practically feel Professor Whitlock's electric blue gaze on me the entire time. It was overwhelming, to say the least. But nothing could beat the overwhelming fact that I slept with my teacher and not some random guy who swept me off my feet at a wedding.

I closed my eyes as his deep voice cut through the already silent class, every student either intimidated or in awe of the gorgeous man as he walked up and down the room between our desks. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his black pants as he casually lectured us on the Civil War as if he knew every detail by heart.

"Apart from looking into your textbooks, I want you all to do some research of your own on the effects sectionalism had on the economy and ultimately led to war. Shouldn't it be too hard to write a two-page essay on it, right?" A collective groan made him turn around to face the rest of the class by his desk, his footsteps coming to a stop as he did. "Didn't think so."

God, his voice made me want to look up at him. To see the grin on his full lips and teasing gaze in his blue eyes. But I couldn't face him. My cheeks were currently on fire from the embarrassment I felt for what I'd done—but also, the desire he'd awakened in me just recently.

Stop it! You're crazy-

The bell rang, and I was not ashamed one bit to be the first student out of their seat. I didn't have to look back to see if he was watching me.

I could feel it.

My heart was in my throat, pounding hard at the same time my feet hit the tiles as I ran down the hall.

What the hell did I do?!

Running into the bathroom stall, I slammed the door and covered my hot face with my clammy hands. This cannot be happening!

"Holy shit," I breathed out as I slumped down on the toilet.

Maybe he won't say anything. But, of course, he won't! Because that would mean he'd lose his job - ruin his career for sleeping with a student - even if it was unknowingly. I'm eighteen years old...so he can't go to jail, thank god. Wait, why am I so worried about him?! I'm the one who's screwed if anyone ever finds out what I did.

I'd be deemed a hussy like Lauren Mallory was last year for having slept with more than one guy on the football team. I'm not like Lauren, though. I can't just sweep it under the rug and continue with my life. Not with my parents being so high-strung...

"What did you do?" I groaned into my hands.

I should never have gone to that wedding with Jake...


A week ago...

"Will you stop fidgeting? You look great!" Jake patted me hard on my back, making me release an unexpected cough. I eyed the dark green slip dress Rosalie had convinced me to wear to Jake's sister's wedding, and every second that ticked by, I grew increasingly annoyed by the slit on the side that stopped just below my hip. I should never have worn something so revealing - if my dad saw me wearing this, he'd flip out, which is why I'd changed at Rosalie's before meeting with Jake. But, no matter what I did, I couldn't hide my leg from showing, so I gave up with a sigh and crossed my legs.

After his date bailed on him, my best friend had asked me to come along so that he wouldn't look like the odd man out. Of course, he made it clear to me that he'd ditch me once the wedding reception started, eager to find himself a cute girl to flirt the night away with.

I honestly only agreed to come to celebrate Charlotte's new marriage...and to get out of my house for the night.

Jake's older sister finally got married to her high-school sweetheart after they both graduated from UW with their bachelor's degrees. Everyone in their family had made it, filling the seats with laughter and banter as the rest of Char's brothers sat beside us. Paul, Sam, Embry, and Jake were a rowdy bunch, to say the least, but I loved hanging out with them. Jacob's whole family was like a second one to me, always welcoming me into their tight circle as if I were one of their own.

"She looks so beautiful, don't you think?" I whispered to Jake as we watched Charlotte walk down the aisle with her dad, beaming with all the happiness in the world as her eyes shined brightly - looking at the love of her life. Peter stood beside his best men, his own eyes shining with unshed tears as he straightened his back nervously.

I couldn't help but smile at them as she reached the small steps, Mr. Black letting go of her hand with a kiss before nodding towards the groom. As the music came to a slow stop, my eyes drifted from the happy couple to the best man that stood behind Peter. His blue eyes were warm as he watched them until he turned his head to his left, noticing me.

Tensing, I averted my gaze down to my hands for a few seconds, not wanting him to notice that I'd been looking at him, but when I chanced another glance up at him, my face warmed to see that he hadn't looked away. The warmth in his blue eyes was still there, but there was something else there - intrigue. His chiseled face was framed by a few loose strands of his blonde hair that had been swept back, making it impossible not to admire him. I smiled at him once I gathered the courage to look over my shy and his lips quirked up just as the officiate began the ceremony.

Surprisingly, Jake hadn't ditched me right away. Convincing me to join him for a dance in the ballroom, I was practically dragged into the middle until the rest of his brothers joined in on embarrassing me. Hooting and hollering, calling me out for finally wearing a dress in who knows how long, and having some fun for a change.

Sam and Paul spun me around until I got dizzy, making me laugh as I lost myself to the upbeat music. It was only when Charlotte and Peter were having their first dance together as man and wife that we stepped out, and I slipped away to get a drink of water from the bar.

Leaning against the bar's counter, I swayed to the slow, romantic melody of the song that played and smiled at the bartender when he handed me my drink.

"You have enough fun on the dance floor already?"

A gentle, probing voice brought me out of my daydreaming, and I looked over my shoulder to where the mysterious best man was sitting at the bar, a glass of liquid amber in his hand. His eyes danced as they looked at me, and a shiver ran down my spine as his gaze slowly trailed down my body for a fraction of a second before going back up again.

I shrugged my shoulder as I turned to face him completely, "Um, parties aren't really my thing. I just came to keep my friend company."

He smiles as he takes a drink, nodding as he assessed my words. I took in a deep breath as I watch his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. I nervously fidgeted with the bracelet Jake had given me as a birthday gift last year. "They're not mine either, surprisingly. Used to be, back in the day. How do you know Charlotte?" He asked me as the lights dimmed to warm hints of orange and yellow, illuminating his face.

"What makes you think I'm not here for the groom?"I smile coyly, trying my best to hide how nervous and excited I was to have him near me. The last man that had looked at me the way he did was Edward, and we'd broken up last year. I guess I never realized how nice it was to feel...wanted by a man.

"Well, considering Peter is my brother, I'd say we would have met at least once."

Oh...

"What makes you say that? Maybe you did, and you just don't remember?"

"No," he shakes his head as he steps closer next to me, his forearm grazing mine. My cheeks were probably ten shades of pink as I looked up into his hypnotizing eyes, "I would have remembered you," he never took his gaze off me even as he took another drink, making a wave of warmth travel down my stomach and between my legs, "Definitely."

"I think I would have remembered you too..." I admitted lowly, and just as he parted his lips to say another word, Paul and Embry ran over to me and pulled me onto the dance floor, ignoring my objections. I was swallowed up into the dance floor full of every guest in the room, all-dancing and swaying to HVME Goosebumps. My eyes searched for my mysterious stranger, who I still hadn't known the name of and disappointment hit me when he was no longer standing by the bar.

It wasn't until I turned around to stop thinking about someone I barely knew that I saw him again. Stepping around the other guests who paid no mind to us, all distracted by the band on the stage and the roaring music. My heart was pounding on the tip of my tongue as the vibrations of the stereos around us hit me. I watched him through hooded lashes as he circled me like a lion about to attack its prey. I slowly turned as the beat of the music hit harder, and everyone around us started jumping. I bit my lower lip as I realized what he was doing, close enough to touch me but not doing so until I initiated it. My hands wrapped around his neck and brought him closer, closing the distance between us completely as his chest pressed against mine and his arms wrapped around my waist.

We lost ourselves to the music, to the intoxicating air around us that never ceased.

For once, I didn't overthink it. I didn't fear the man that held me as if I were the most fragile thing in his possession, and even when he took charge, leaning down until his mouth barely caressed my jaw - I felt a thrill shoot through me from my head to my toes. Our bodies moved in unison, and when he kissed me, my world spun every one of my senses until they were one. His tongue slowly caressed my lips, asking for permission before diving into my mouth and exploring what I had to offer. I moaned into his mouth as the dance floor was painted in red and deep purple lights, and even after the music ended and the reception came to a close, I remained completely enraptured by his gaze and subtle caresses. There were no words spoken between us, not even as I followed him to his car in the parking lot outside.

Is this a mistake? Possibly...but the feeling that stirred inside me told me to follow my instincts. To trust this man that seemed just as captivated by me as I was by him.

To be safe, I sent Rosalie a text and shared my location just in case my mysterious stranger turned out to be a murderer.

Just in case...

I bit my lip nervously as I stared at his broad back, his warm hand wrapped around mine as he led me down the hall of his apartment complex. The building tension between us was relentless, and my heart was both rising and falling in my chest as I waited with anticipation for him to open the door to his apartment.

"This is my place," he said whimsically as he held open the door to his apartment for me. I barely took in my surroundings as he took my jacket and draped it over his couch along with his. My stranger turned around, scratching the slight stubble on his chin as he watched me. I found myself crossing the distance between us and pulling him into a crushing kiss just as he asked, "Do you want to drink-"

We moaned at the same time as our lips melded together, walking back until my back hit the wall. I licked my lips as he moved down to kiss my neck again before his hands moved to unzip the back of my dress. I undid his tie and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing every part of his skin I could as we quickly became desperate for one another.

His hands cupped my face to look at me as if he could see all the good and bad about myself that I was trying to hideaway.

"Beautiful..." he whispered. I gasped when he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist and walking through the doorway of one of the rooms. I sighed as he placed open-mouthed kisses on my neck, my cheeks, and my chest. When he gently laid me down on his king-sized platform bed, my eyes took a second to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom; at the same time, the sweet smell of pine and sandalwood engulfed me.

The city lights illuminating the walls and the side of his face from the ceiling to floor windows that took up one whole wall.

"Are you sure?" He breathed out a ragged breath against my neck. Leaning back, he looked at me with hooded lashes as he waited for my answer as if I'd changed my mind now of all times. I smiled as I caressed his cheek.

While normally I'm the careful, responsible one that never takes risks...tonight, I didn't want to be that Bella. I wanted to be free and live for a change.

I wanted this man that made me feel as if I could be as open with him as he was with me right now.

Sitting up to meet him, I placed a kiss on his lips once, twice, before whispering, "Yes. I'm sure."


Today...

I waited by the sidewalk with Rosalie as she waited for her father to come to pick her up after school was over for the day.

"You still want to come over tomorrow night? Or are you still not feeling good?" Rosalie asked me, bringing me out of my annoying thoughts that kept me plenty distracted from my own classes today.

I nodded as enthusiastically as I could, "Yeah!"

Rosalie eyed me with her relentless gaze, "Are you sure you're okay? You've been quiet since first period ended."

I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head as a drizzle of rain started once again and smiled just as her dad honked at her, coming to a stop in front of us, "I promise I'm fine! I'll see you tomorrow?"

"You know it. Get home safe, okay?" I waved her off as the bright red convertible drove off into Seattle's busy afternoon traffic. As soon as they were out of sight, I dropped my hand at the same time, my smile faded. Turning around, I started heading in my usual route back home, walking behind the large crowd of students that hurried home before the rain hit harder.

I was rounding the corner when I heard a classmate call from the other side of the sidewalk, "Bye, Professor Whitlock!"

The teenage boy looked in my direction with a polite smile and a wave, and I turned to run right into Professor Whitlock's chest. His hand shot up to grab my elbow and steady me before I could topple back.

Speak of the devil...

"Thanks..." I stepped back to catch my breath. My heart did a strange stutter followed by a wave of nausea when I recalled that he would be my teacher for who knows how long until Professor McCarty returned. If this had been in another scenario where he wasn't my teacher at all, I'd be happy to see him.

Rolling my lips together, I couldn't bring myself to look at his face.

"Shit..." he whispered as his hand let go of my arm, hesitantly sliding away before settling at his side. "We should talk."

My face felt warm suddenly, and I shook my head, "We...we don't have to-"

"We should, Isabella." Hearing him say my name for the first time in the same familiar voice that had captivated me that night beckoned me to face him finally. I slowly tilted my head up to face the man I'd tried to avoid all day and met the serious expression he had with a grimace. Professor Whitlock looked around us, and when he didn't see any students or faculty members walking in our direction, he whispered, "Please, let's talk. For both our sakes?"

You might as well bite the bullet...

Running a hand through my hair, I let out a sigh and shook my head in resignation, "Okay...let's talk."


A/N: Thanks for the comments and follows on the first chapter!