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DONT SHOOT! i know you all hate me, and im sorry i made you wait so long, but im currently in my final year of school so everything is busy busy busy hectic hectic hectic. along with personal problems and i havent had much time to do any writting of any sort. im sorry. so enjoy!

Chapter Seven – Making Up

APOV

What is worse? Thinking that you should hate him? Or knowing that you don't?

There was no way I could keep ignoring Jasper like this. He might have cheated on me, but we had been through worse. Hadn't we? And what kind of a girlfriend was I? Not even asking Jasper his side of the story. That was wrong of me, he should have been the first person I went to about it.

I quietly slipped into the cafeteria, unnoticed. I cast my eyes around for his still form. He was sitting up the back as usual, at a table he had moved to after we had fought.

He was reading one of his numerous old civil war books and it covered his face, but what I don't think he realized, was that the big book was upside down.

He jumped a little as I slid into the seat next to him, but didn't look in my direction. He put his book down on the table and leant over it, seemingly engaged in its words. His hand rested on the edge of the table, mere inches from mine. So, cautiously, very cautiously, I moved my hand along the edge until it hit his. He didn't make any indication that he had noticed. So I put my hand over his and tapped it with my fingers. Finally, he looked at me.

His big blue eyes were devoid of any emotion and there were bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in a week. I squeezed his hand and gave him a smile to let him know everything was ok. He seemed surprised, and the emotion looked foreign in his blank eyes.

Without letting go of his hand I turned back to my lunch and started eating. Jasper finally seemed to notice that his book was upside down and turned it back the right way. I smiled to myself. As I continued eating, I'd hear the sound of another page being turned every so often.

When the bell to signal the end of lunch went Jasper looked at me uncertainty, I kept a firm grip on his hand and we both rose and walked out of the cafeteria together. I tried to make small talk on the way to class, but Jasper was somewhat unresponsive. I guess that was my fault. As we got to my next class I let go of his hand and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Meet me back here after? Please?" I asked. I wasn't sure whether he would.

"Yeah, ok." Jasper said. His voice sounded gravelly. I smiled and walked in; I watched his walk away to his own class through the window. He had a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but as I watched, he suppressed it, like he didn't want to jinx whatever wonder was befalling him.

JPOV

What is worse? Doing something wrong and having everyone hate you for it? Or being thought of doing something wrong and having one person hate you for it?

But what if that one person is Alice?

I sat in class. Pondering what had gone on at lunch. Perhaps Emmett had explained everything to her? Maybe she found out that that Mallory girl was making up stories? Or possibly she just decided she didn't care either way.

But then she did come to me at lunch, I was reading, my book propped open to any random page, and my eyes skimming the words. But the text might as well have been written in another language for I knew. It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. Alice sat down next to me; she held my hand and smiled at me. It was like a light switch had been lit inside of me. She walked me to class, trying to make small talk; I was too busy reeling in the sudden unexpected luck that had befallen me. She asked me to meet her after class, and I was there promptly at the 3.00 pm bell.

Alice and I got home separately, and when I was climbing the stairs to my room I heard her call out to me. "Jasper? Is that you?"

"Yeah." I answered her, my voice sounded rough to even my own ears.

She hurtled out of her room and even with her tiny weight pushed me up against the opposite wall, her mouth crashing down (well, up) to mine. After I got over my initial shock I kissed her back, if that was an apology for ignoring me or forgiveness for "cheating" I didn't care. She peeled herself off me. "Jasper, I am so sorry." She said. I stroked my hand through her hair and she leaned into my touch.

"Darlin' you know you never have to apologize to me." I told her truthfully. She smiled up at me and took ahold of my hand, tugging me into her bedroom. She pushed me down onto her bed and straddled my hips. Embarrassingly, I started getting very hard. She noticed, and giggled. She tilted her head to the side.

"Baby… I really am so sorry…" She said innocently. She lay down on top of me, slowly pressing her chest against mine, so I could feel every inch of her against me. I rolled us, the horny teenage boy I could be winning out against the gentleman I had tried to be when we had previously been in this situation. She now lay under me, my knees on either side of her hips. I leant down to touch my lips against hers.

"Well darling, you know I would forgive you, but I'd much rather take… advantage… of this situation…" Only God knows how I could go from depressed to horny in less than a minute. I pushed her shirt up and brushed my rough fingers over the soft skin of her stomach. "Can I?" I breathed into her ear, she nodded in approval. I inched my fingers up until I was running them along the bottom of her bra. I kissed her again, my hand now cupping her breast. She made a soft mewling noise into my mouth. I gave her a gentle squeeze and she detached her lips from mine to let out a gasp, but still trying to be quiet. Then she started pushing me off her. I was confused, but pulled myself away. "Alice, what? Did I do something?" I asked her.

Thankfully, she just grabbed the hem of my shirt. "This. Off. Now." She demanded. I grinned and happily obliged. I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it somewhere behind me. As I lay back down on top of her, she took one of my hands in hers and moved it inside her shirt and back to her breast. I wondered where this new bold Alice had come from, and then I decided I didn't care.

I kissed her again, using my other hand to slowly work her shirt up and finally over her head, breaking our kiss for just a second. Her bra was a simple white. Nothing fancy. I liked it. Shyly, her hands reached down to my belt, trying to get it undone. I made no move to help her because every time her hand slipped it would brush against the huge hard on I was sporting.

Then, she finally got the confounded thing undone, and a knock sounded on the door. We froze. If it was her parents we were dead. If it was Edward we were dead. The door opened.

"Woah! Oh God! My eyes!" Emmett's voice sounded from the doorway. I sat up, my hard on ebbing away very quickly. Alice kneeled behind me, hiding from Emmett, who had his hands over his eyes. I grabbed my shirt which had luckily fallen just off the end of the bed, and pulled it over Alice's head, doing my belt back up.

"Ok Emmett, we're decent." Emmett slowly looked around, his eyes wide.

"I knew you two weren't exactly little angel's, but here? Where anyone could walk in… please!" He exclaimed. Like he could talk. I'd accidently walked in on him and Rose twice in the short time I'd been here.

"Get to the point." I told him.

"Just wanted to know if you two were coming to Port Angela's tonight, obviously not. Bye now." With a half-hearted wave and a scandalized look, he hurried away. I sighed.

Alice crawled into my lap, putting her small arms around my neck. "I love you." She told me.

bet you didnt expect that! i might finish off that little ditty next chapter, and i have been practicing my smut lately so its bound to be better then the vague thing in Near Midnight.

review please, you'll make my world

Moony out.