"Jazz!" slurred the black haired girl, pressing herself against him. Her skirt rode up slightly, from the way she wrapped around him. "I haven' seen you all night."
The tall, blond haired boy seemed slightly uncomfortable, and tried to pry the rather short girl off of him. "Hey Alice. I've been," he pulled her hand out where it had managed to work it's way between two of the buttons on his shirt, "I've been around. I have to host this whole party."
"Oooh," she cooed, pouting at him. "You should take a break."
"Alice," he said, pulling away from her. "Quit it."
"Why?" she said, closing her eyes as she brushed her face along his arm. "I like you. You smell nice."
"Alice, please." She didn't quit until he jerked his hand away. "Have you seen Bella? You said you would get her to come."
That got her out of her lethargic, touchy state.
"Why do you like her better than me?" she demanded angrily. "Why am I not good enough?"
"Alice, I just don't-"
"She doesn't even see you Jasper. She doesn't know your there. Whenever she hangs out with you, it's because I asked her too," she looked like she was going to burst into tears now. "I'd do anything for you, and you always tell me you just want to be friends."
"Alice, can we go talk about this somewhere else?" She did cry, but not some sudden explosion. Just a couple tears down each cheek of an expression that had hardened.
"No," she said sadly. "No, I'm just done with it. I loved you Jasper. But I'm done now."
She turned and started walking away. "Alice wait!"
The boy tried to grab her, but she weaved through and ducked under people, her tiny stature allowing her a way through that he couldn't attain. Once there was a crowd between them, she turned back to him.
"I'm sorry I made a scene, Jasper," she said roboticly. "Bye."
"Alice, wait!" She ducked out the door, making her way down the flight of stairs to the front of the building. One of the university shuttles that drove students around campus was stopped at the corner, and she kicked of her heels to run for it. The shiny black shoes stayed sitting in the yard as she managed to get to the bus just in time.
The boy made it out too late to spot her as the bus pulled away, and she left thinking that he hadn't even tried to follow her outside. Or at the very least, had let someone else side track him long enough that it wouldn't matter.
The bus got to her stop, and the girl got off practically at the door to her apartment building. She managed to get inside without much trouble, considering that she was crying and had had a fair amount to drink. She got up to the flat that she shared with her best friend, Bella, and went into the bathroom.
The girl looked at her reflection. She'd picked it out trying to get him to notice her. The top left her shoulders bare, and was the same color as her lipstick. Her skirt was short, which had seemed like an advantage when trying to get a guy to look at you, but now just seemed like an affront to her dignity. It was the same color black as her hair. She sighed, taking it all off and leaving it in a pile on the bathroom floor.
"You're through with him, Alice. You don't need him. You don't want him," she informed her reflection. "You deserve someone who cares about you."
She put on a large tshirt and pajama pants before brushing her teeth. Once she'd cleaned her teeth and made her breath a little more minty, she went to bed, thinking that she'd shower and clean up in the morning. That she didn't need to wait up for Bella, because Jasper would look after her. She fell asleep quickly.
I looked around, blinking, and found the whole city laid out in front of me. Lights twinkled as cars drove by, or clouds drifted in the way. It was like looking at the sky when you are miles from civilization, with a million points of light glittering.
"How high are we?" I asked.
"I don't know, probably over ten stories up."
"Sorry you had to carry me so far," I said, leaning back slightly into him.
"You did most of it. I really only carried you like a story. Plus, we rode an elevator up the first four." We stood there quietly, just taking in all of it. Millions of lives, moving as little stars at our feet.
"Thanks for showing me this, Edward."
"You don't need to thank me," he answered.
"Why is that?" I asked, turning to look at him. He was smiling again, but not one that was comforting. This one seemed more predatory.
"Because you were right the first time," he said. He let me go, taking a step away from me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused, and a little scared by the sudden change.
"Why?" he quoted at me, his voice mocking my own. "Are you some kind of crazy ax murderer?"
"Eh... Edward," I was really scared now. The light, as he took another step back into the shadows, seemed to turn his eyes black. "Suh... stop kidding uh...around."
I took a step toward the door that he'd carried me through, it was still open. I didn't know what I planned to do, but if I could get back down I could pull a fire alarm or something. Edward moved that way with me, blocking my path. I tried to dart around him, but he caught me easily, and carried me back toward the edge of the tower.
"Eh, eh, Edward!" I finally managed to shout, struggling to get out. "Please. Please don't."
He set me on the edge. I felt like my heels were hanging off, and tried to scoot forward, but was met with his hand.
"Please," I said, starting to cry. "Edward, don't do thi... don't do thi-"
"Shhh...." he said. "You know, you're very beautiful when you're scared, Bella."
"Please," I sobbed, leaning into his outstretched hand. "Edward, don't-"
I felt his fingers twitch forward, and I rocked backward, out over nothing. I saw one last glimpse of his green eyes. My hair whipped past my face, and I looked up at the beautiful bell tower that sat atop the seminary co-op, that magnificent spire capped. The wind whistled in my ears.
"Bella!" said the girl, sitting up in bed. She pulled out her phone, dialing frantically. No one picked up, and she pressed end quickly. She dialed again. This one rang for a moment, before going to voice mail.
"Jasper! Please tell me that Bella is with you. Call me as soon as you get this!" She hoped it had been a dream. Just a dream.
Author's note: This story was originally just going to be a one shot, but it will continue, written from Alice's perspective. It will be a whole new story though, titled "We Used to be Friends." The first chapter of it is up right now.