"You're awesome." Alice smiles as she cuddles up to Jasper's bare chest. He wraps one arm around her and stares at Alice's ceiling.
Her room is nothing like Jasper expected. Her whole room is covered in different shades of pink. Pink walls, pink curtains, pink rug, pink picture frames. He assumes from the wall boarder paper with little hearts printed on it that her room was last decorated when she was just a little girl. No way would the Alice he knows now want a bedroom that looks like Pepto-Bismol. But the room is on the other side of the house from her parents room, and her window opens wide enough for him to sneak in, so he really didn't care about the inside. Besides, all that really matters to him right now is the little cutie under the bright pink blanket.
That's what Jasper thought, at least, until his phone vibrated in his pocket. The only person who tries to contact him at this time of night is Maria. He can feel the guilt bubbling to the surface of his skin. Screwing around with Alice was one thing, but now that he has actually slept with her, he can't shake off the thought that he has betrayed both Maria and Alice. While Alice is great, Maria is the one who keeps a tight hold on his heart and refuses to let go. Jasper lets out a huge sigh.
"You okay?" Alice asks.
"I gotta tell you something." Jasper says with a gloomy tone. His southern draw grows thicker as he continues on with this dreaded conversation. "I don't think I can do this anymore."
"Jasper," Alice says concerned as she sits up and runs her fingers through Jasper's hair. "Are you okay? What do you mean you can't do this anymore?"
"I like you, Alice, I really do. But," Jasper pauses and bites his lip.
"But, what?"
"But, I don't think we can do this anymore."
"What they hell do you mean by that?" Alice asks angrily, yanking her hand from his hair. He winces as she forcefully pulls through a knotted curl, but continues with his confession.
"Well, there's a girl who I really like back at my old home, too. A girl that I really, really like." He explains slowly. He can see Alice's facial features illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window, and they quickly go from hurt to angry as he speaks. "And me and that girl are kind of, you know, an item."
"What?" Alice practically yells, and the next thing Jasper notices, is the sharp cuff to his cheek. It's not the first time he's been on the receiving end of a woman's rage, Jasper knows all too well about Maria's violent temper, so he pulls his arms up to cover his face. Alice doesn't throw any more slaps, though. Instead, she starts crying. Once Jasper realizes he isn't in the line of fire, he lowers his arms, but adverts his eyes once he see's Alice's tears. "You're dating someone else? What am I, just you side bitch?"
"No, you're more than that!" He insists.
"Am I really, Jasper? If I'm more than that, why aren't you telling her that you can't do this anymore? Did I ever mean anything to you?" She manages to push out through her tears. She stands on her bed and pushes her window open. "Why didn't you tell me this before? Did you just want to hook up with me before you dropped this bomb?"
"No, Alice, that's not-" Jasper starts to explain himself again, but Alice's small hand smacks him on the side of his head.
"Just get out! Get out, you fucking scum bag!"
"Okay, I'm going!" Jasper promises. He struggles to stand and push himself out of the window as Alice pushes and slaps his legs before finally laying face down on the bed, crying into the pillow. The cold winter air bites at his bare chest and he's ankle deep in snow with only his socks and jeans to protect his skin. He leans back into the window. "Alice, I'm sorry. I really am."
"Just go!" She yells and throws a pillow at him. He pulls his head away before it hits him, and Alice slams the window shut.
Jasper sighs and turns towards Alice's driveway. He starts running towards the road, pushing himself faster as his skin stings from the snow. The walk back to his place seems ten times longer than usually, and once he reaches front door, he rushes inside and goes straight to his room. When Edward doesn't move in his bed, Jasper is sure he's asleep and quickly drops his wet pants. Shivering, he digs through his dresser for a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt. Once dressed, he jumps into bed with his phone in his hand. After a quick look at the picture Maria sent him, he finds Alice's phone number and types out another apology.
I'm so sorry, Alice :(
He watches his screen, but doesn't get a response until his shivering body finally relaxes.
Fuck you, asshole.
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