Taking Two Hearts
Ch 4: Just Charming
JPOV
Two weeks that was all the warning I had before I was forcibly removed from Austin and moved to Forks, Washington. My father had had enough.
"You have stepped over the line one too many times! We are moving!" My father had yelled his face going from red to puce.
The idea of Forks had come from Rosalie's boyfriend. 'A quiet town with no way to get in trouble' he had claimed one night at dinner. So this thought had taken seed and weeks later, when I'd been brought home by two cops after being caught buck ass naked with the Mayor's daughter, my father had told me we were moving there. I fought it tooth and nail but to no avail. All my belongings were packed and I was about fit to be tied when my father forcibly put me in the truck. My parents told me if I could cut the attitude and learn to behave we would come back to my beloved home. I didn't want to be a 'good boy' though, my blood was singing for revenge for the idiot who'd given them the idea in the first place.
Forks was rainy and dreary from the moment I laid eyes on it. I would start classes on Monday and that left me with four days to unpack. I was done in two and then I mostly stayed locked in my bedroom and tried to think of a way to seek out revenge. All the pranks I'd pulled int the past for revenge had a proximity, to the target, variant that I could not do whilst in Forks unless I waited for him to come home. I wanted to take action now. Then suddenly I remembered a particular visit when Emmett had spoken of 'sweet Bella' his beloved younger sister who was just about my age. She supposedly was the greatest example of innocence and chastity according to him, of course most brothers thought this. However my plan would work either way. I just had to make sure big brother realized what a slut little 'miss perfect' was. It would shatter his ideals of her and would especially hurt to know Rosalie's 'annoying prick' (as I had once overheard him call me) of a brother was the one that debauched her. I wrote my plan in the journal I kept of all my pranks and revenge plans I had formulated over the years with a wide grin on my face.
Monday
When Monday morning rolled around I could feel the tension of anticipation, of setting my revenge in motion, as if it were running in my veins. After my morning shower I took extra care to make sure I looked charming and sweet. Like a true gentleman cowboy from those stupid raunchy novels my mom reads. I then grabbed my bag and headed down to the kitchen where I grabbed a pop-tart, chocolate chip cookie dough, from the refrigerator and a gulp of milk from the carton. My mom hated that I ate these for breakfast but still bought them because I had once made a snide comment about the fact I could be eating out her bosses daughter instead if she liked. I always knew what buttons to push on both my parents it was amazing after all these years how they still reacted after all the times I'd done it.
I made my way out the door and to my F-150. I threw my bag in and climbed in cranking the ignition and backing out of the drive.
The school was a small set of buildings that was one fifth the size of my school in Austin. The rain made the dreary gray walls look even more like a prison then schools usually did if that were possible. I made my way to the office where they gave me a slip all the teachers would have to sign and my schedule. The receptionist was flustered and blushed when I used my southern charm to compliment her on the awful floral patterned skirt she wore. I made my way to my classes. I made sure to listen during role of every class I had hoping to hear Bella's name, although I was disappointed in all four of my morning classes. I also made sure to be charming and sweet to all the girls who I knew would let word get around what a nice guy Jasper Whitlock-Hale, the new boy, was to the other girls and eventually to Bella. You see I know girls, and I also knew that if Bella was as sweet and innocent as her brother claimed she would befriend me and if she wasn't she would be intrigued and possibly want to break the sweet southern boy in. So I let word carry and inwardly rejoiced at the impression I was already making on the pretty little toys- I mean girls- of Forks High School.
By lunch I had a herd of girls following me. I sat down with a couple who invited me to sit with them thinking I could play it off as I was not interested in any of the girls I had been charming and flirting with shamelessly with all morning once I met Bella. As one of them babbled in my ear and I smiled and nodded I spotted the door opening and watched a girl named Allie or Alice, something along those lines, that I had met in my previous class enter with another girl. This girl was very easy on the eyes. She had long nutmeg hair framing a heart-shaped face with pouty lips and long dark lashes framing chocolaty eyes. Her body was slender in a graceful way but she had a flair to the hips and nice B to C cup breasts. Before I could asses what she was wearing she had met my eyes and backed out of the cafeteria. Her friend turned and realizing she was gone exited quickly. I watched the door anticipating and hoping for the mystery girls return paying little attention. I could imagine that girl without a scrap of clothing on with her hair spread around her on a pillow as I make her cry out in pleasure. I shook my head as the pair walked in and under the table pushed my palm into my erection as I willed myself to think of saggy balls and my great aunt Dory who has a mustache. I watched the girl intently even during my displeasing thoughts. Her eyes met mine once as she grabbed food aimlessly and then again when she started to make her way to the table I was sitting at. I was sure to grin at her and charm her from the moment she sat down. I took a minute to gather my country good boy act before I reached my hand across the table.
"Howdy Darlin, I'm Jasper Whitlock-Hale." I said and she took my offered hand and blushed a pretty shade of pink. I wanted to see that blush as my hands- 'no'- I cut myself off and paid attention to her words.
"I know, I'm Bella Swan." she said smiling softly pulling her hand from mine. I couldn't believe my luck. Bella Swan who I was already planning to woo and then debauch was the one who had made my blood boil when I first set eyes on her. This would be fun.
AN: SO I'm back on this story =) hope I haven't lost all my readers. I also hope you like naughty Jasper. I know it's a bit short but that's progress over nothing. I hope to update again in a few days. I encourage you to review!
