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Chapter 6

Jasper Hale is many things, but a nice, young man ain't one of them.

"You fucking asshole! Did you seriously open my mail?" I ask, ripping the baggie of snickerdoodles from his grip.

He mumbles something, and a spray of spit and crumbs flies from his mouth.

Once again, I wonder why I ever thought it was a good idea to give him the extra key to my room.

I inspect the bag. Half of the snickerdoodles are missing. After smacking him in the chest, I sit on my bed and shove a cookie into my mouth.

"Sorry, E, I couldn't help myself. I saw the package on your desk and figured it was from your mom."

I shake my head in disgust as I eat another one. "Not cool," I say between bites.

When he attempts to reach again for the bag, I notice a tag hanging from his sleeve.

"Is that one of the shirts my mom sent?"

He gives me a sheepish grin. "I've only worn it for a couple of hours." He lifts his right arm in the air and sniffs his pit. A grimace crosses his face. "Yeah, you might want to wash it."

"Take it off." I huff as I walk to my desk and pick up the package. I empty the contents on my bed and check out the rest of the clothing. The shirts aren't horrible, but the sweaters look like 80s sitcom rejects.

Jasper grabs one of the sweaters and whistles. "Damn, your mom's got an eye for fashion." He holds the wool garment against his now-bare chest and looks in the mirror.

"You're so fucking weird," I say, tossing the other sweater at him. "Here, enjoy."

His face explodes into a grin so wide that he resembles the Joker. "No cap? Thanks, man." Pulling one over his head, he begins striking poses in the mirror. "I'm fresh AF."

I chuckle and spot the new jacket my mom bitched about, and there's no way I'd be caught dead in it. It looks like something my uncle Peter would wear. And let me tell you something, that man was named appropriately—he's one of the biggest pricks I know.

I hold up the offensive coat and ask, "Do you want this too?"

Jasper's eyes light up like it's fucking Christmas before he gestures to the remaining pile. "This is gas. How about the pants?"

"Nah, I need to keep those. Well, at least until I meet Bella's dad."

"What the fuck, E? You're meeting Bella's pops?"

"Yeah, in two weeks."

"Whoa, that's serious. Are you going to get him a present?"

"Why in the hell would I get him a present?"

"Dude, it's common courtesy to take a gift when you're visiting someone's home."

My face twists in confusion. "But it's not his birthday or anything."

He shrugs. "Doesn't matter. I'm just trying to help."

AN:

Sorry for the delay. Getting ready for TFMU and traveling to Cleveland was more hectic than I planned.