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God, I wish I own Twilight. Mainly because I'd make Jasper and Bella have hot monkey sex.

Chapter Five - Old Friends Bring New Ones

There was no use in trying to amend my friendship with Rosalie. Things were far too broken to fix, and if I was being completely honest, I was still pissed with her lack of concern. If she thought visiting me while I was unconscious counted as an actual visit, then her IQ was clearly plummeting. And coming over to my house a week after my nosedive into cuckoo-land didn't show me that she was worried about me. If anything it showed me the opposite.

Rosalie really didn't care. Fuck, even Alice cared more for my well-being, which was a strange concept. I was still weirded out by the whole Alice thing. We were enemies ever since I remember, yet she stepped in my house, claimed she was jealous of me, and gave me rare flowers. It was all strange to me. Maybe she was just keeping her enemies super close. That would be the most legit reason.

Either way, I was refusing to make things better with Rose. She didn't call, so I didn't either. Call it childish, or fucked up, but I wanted her to see how I felt. I helped her through everything and, no, that was not an over-exaggeration. I was there when her favorite aunt passed. I was there when her parents decided not to go through with the divorce. I was there through the good and bad times, but she couldn't comfort me after a panic attack?

I sighed before climbing out of bed. I had to go to school today, which I was silently dreading. I needed more time, a shit load more time. What was I going to say to everybody?

I know ya'll think I should be institutionalized, but I'm actually super normal three days out of the week. Now, who wrote this note?

They would no doubt want to play twenty questions with me and I wasn't in the mood.

After quickly changing into a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a vintage Pink Floyd shirt, I silently slipped on my Chuck's. I grabbed my bag, jacket, and car keys. Both my father and mother were already at their jobs, but left me a note on the kitchen counter. I didn't bother reading it.

I locked the front door and slowly made my way to my car. Once I started it, I cranked up the heater and backed out of the driveway. The radio wasn't cutting it for me, so I had to take my iPod out and listen to some Joy Division. Normally the chords of "Dead Soul" would have been enough to cheer me up. Not this time. I did not want to go to school. I didn't want to see the sympathy on all their faces and the constant rumble of their whispers. All I wanted was to go back to bed so I could forget about the world. Hell, even thoughts of Jasper weren't making me giddy. I was that depressed.

In fifteen minutes I was already driving into the school parking lot. My van's engine attracted more attention than I wanted; heads turned and fingers were being pointed. I heaved a sigh once I parked and took a couple seconds to breathe. While rubbing my eyes tiredly with my left hand, I yanked my keys out the ignition with my free hand. I really needed to sleep more, which was ironic since I've been asleep for the past week.

I stepped out my car, locked up and walked to my first class. I sat down at my usual seat, paying no attention to all the stares I was receiving.

"I heard she had a seizure," Lauren Mallory, one of Jessica Stanley's butt buddies, not-so quietly whispered.

"I heard she went to the abortion clinic," Tanya Denali, number three slut of the cheer squad, replied.

"No!" Lauren exclaimed, dramatically covering her mouth with her hand. She looked over at me and I smiled sarcastically at her, waving for extra measures. Her freshly manicured middle finger was suddenly directed towards me.

I rolled my eyes and sunk into my seat. I was dozing off when a balled up piece of paper collided with my head. My eyes scanned the room, easily scoping out the most suspicious-looking teenager. Michael Newton. How many times did I have to reject him in order for him to understand?

I glared at the back of his head, praying his skull would explode already. Just the thought of saving those countless future girls from being unenthusiastically hitted on was awesome. Yeah, I'd save a bunch of lives.

My fingers rapidly unfolded the note, careful to not rip the paper. The sloppy writing of Mikey-boy looked up at me from the wrinkled paper and I frowned.

Who's the dad?

A scowl appeared on my face and I glared at Mike, who I just caught staring at me expectantly. No, that was a lie, his eyes were zeroed in on my tits and he only looked away cause I caught him. Fucking pervert.

Who's the father? I couldn't help but scoff at the stupidity. Just because I packed on a couple pounds did not mean I was pregnant. Such insensitive assholes.

I picked up my pencil and hurriedly scrawled "Fuck you!" all over the paper. I aggressively threw it back at Newton's head when the teache turned his back to us. He rubbed the back of his head, which caused me to shake my head at his lack of machoness. God, what a wimp.

The look on Newton's face was priceless. His eyes got this far-away look and his jaw dropped wide open. I snickered and the bell rang a couple minutes after. Rosalie roughly brushed past me, reminding me of the fact that she was in the classroom the whole time. I longed to tell her something, anything.

I didn't speak. I wasn't cracking first.

The rest of my classes passed in the same fashion. I heard whispers with my name being mentioned. Every note that was passed to me reminded me of the note currently residing at home in my desk drawer. I didn't open anymore notes after that. I was fed up with little scraps of paper carrying hurtful things.

Lunch came quicker than I planned and I decided to sit down at an empty table towards the far corner of the cafeteria. I hated the middle of the room; the center of attention. I gagged at the idea of being noticed more than I already was.

My face was tilted up toward the ceiling, ear buds pumping songs about barracudas and brown sugar. I didn't notice the other person sitting at my table until a hand was being waved in front of my face. I blinked before yanking out an ear bud and looking up at the intruder.

He was there. Jasper Whitlock was smiling at me, amusement dancing in his pretty green eyes. A transparent CD case was in his hand and he kept tapping it against his leg. I scrunched up my eyebrows as I pressed pause on my iPod and pulled out my other ear bud.

Jasper sunk down into a seat, flashing me a gorgeous smile as I put my iPod in my jacket pocket. This was so unexpected. What should I do? What should I say? Jasper Whitlock was right in front of me and I had no clue what to say. I was about to look around for some emotional support from Rosalie, but remembered that she wasn't my friend anymore. Sigh.

"How are you, darlin'?" Jasper asked me with that Southern accent of his.

"Oh, just peachy," I replied a little bitchily. Sheesh, Bella any harsher.

He nodded, looking away from me momentarily. Something over my shoulder caught his attention, causing him to shake his head. A big grin was plastered on his face and I bit my lip. Was it a girl that made his smile get brighter?

A sudden wave of fury washed over me and I had to suck in some oxygen to calm down. What the fuck was that? I couldn't be jealous. He wasn't even my boyfriend.

I shook my head in attempt to rid myself of the thoughts causing havoc in my cranium. Focus on the Texan Adonis sitting in front of you. He might say something important. Like "Hey Bella, darlin' wanna be my girl?" or even "Go to homecoming with me". Or-

"I made you a playlist." Jasper's voice broke through my little haze abruptly.

Staring probably wasn't the wisest choice because he held up the CD case in front of my face, as if I was too slow to understand what a CD was. I blinked slowly and realized how dumb I looked. Clearing my throat while nodding, I mumbled that, sure, I'd take his gift.

"It has Lou Reed and some Rolling Stones in there." He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, something I realized was a nervous tick of his.

I blushed as he handed it over to me, his fingers lightly brushing over mine. I looked away from him and focused on the suddenly silent cafeteria. I turned around in my chair, realizing that almost everybody was staring at us. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment yet again and I turned to face Jasper again.

Wait, he said Lou Reed and Rolling Stones? Oh my god, I think I fell in love with him even more.

"Thanks, Jasper. I love Lou Reed," I told him bashfully. My fingers gripped the case and I looked down at it.

Surprisingly neat handwriting labeled the CD as 'Jasper & Bella's Infinite Playlist'. I laughed at the ridiculous title and glanced up at Jasper. Who knew he watched chick flicks?

"Seriously? Couldn't come up with anything more creative?" I teased. His deep chuckle almost made me shiver. Almost.

He was about to reply, but was cut off when none other than Alice Bitchin' Brandon and Edward Snotty Masen pranced over to where we were sitting and plopped their unwanted asses down. I angrily stared at them, secretly cursing both of them to the deepest pit of hell so Satan could shove a pole up their overconfident asses. That was what happened when you went to hell, you got poles shoved up your ass. Or at least that's what my dad used to tell me.

"Hey Bella! How are you? I hope you're doing better than the last time I saw you. You still look like shit, but your natural beauty overpowers the bags under your eyes," her overly preppy voice rang in my ears like an annoying alarm.

I gaped at her, absolutely dumbfounded and speechless. She did not say I had bags under my eyes. My mouth hung open as I unintentionally touched the skin under my eyes. I didn't feel any puffy skin. This girl was lying to me! I did not have bags under my eyes.

I turned to look at Jasper, who was looking in some other direction again. So this made me follow his line of vision and I saw that Rosalie and Emmett were staring at my direction, a hurt expression on their pretty faces. Fuck.

Hastily turning away, I placed the CD in my bag. "Um, Alice, can you please tell me why you're here?" My words may have seemed polite, but my tone showed how irritated I was.

Alice rolled her blue eyes and proceeded to tell me that she didn't want to be enemies. Horseshit. I cut her off in the middle of her explanation and told her not to get her hopes up. I stood up as the bell rang and turned on the heel of my Converse.

There were footfalls next to me and I rolled my eyes. Alice was one annoying chick.

My eyes traveled up and connected with Jasper's cool green gaze. There went my oxygen…and panties.

"So you and Rose?" Jasper stated, trailing off at the end.

"It's none of your business," I curtly uttered, not caring if I sounded rude.

He raised his hands up in defense while nodding in understanding. Great, now he wanted to play twenty questions. There were whispers pressing in from all sides, but I ignored the gossipers again. Nosy bastards trying to get in my Kool-Aid when they didn't even know the flavor.

"How are you, Bella, really?" Jasper's eyes were full of concern and I realized that he actually had flecks of blue in his eyes. Hmm, I never noticed that.

I shrugged, looking at a fading red locker to the right of me. What do I tell him?

Oh yeah, Jasper, I'm doing just fine. Aside from getting hate messages telling me to quit pursuing you and to go die, I am just dandy.

A piece of hair fell in my eyes and I blew out a breath, making the strand of hair move off my face. What to say, what to say?

My mouth started forming the words without my permission. "I guess I am okay. I mean, yeah, I've been better, but I've just hit a small bump in the road."

Jasper eyed me for a while, not really accepting my beyond lame answer. Then, at the flip of a switch, he broke out with a big smile. The sudden grin on his handsome face made me a little wary, but I didn't have time to think cause I was being pushed against the lockers.

I gasped as his lips descended upon my own. My lips molded to his and my eyes fluttered close at the sweet feelings coursing through me. Our mouths moved perfectly together, tangent in one. Jasper was kissing me and it wasn't a dream.

Before I could fully throw myself into the kiss, however, he pulled away from me. I gazed at him through fluttering eyelashes, my blush creeping up my neck and staining my cheeks. He gave me a peck along with a cheeky smile, then walked away as if nothing happened.

What the fuck?

My chest heaved and I ogled his retreating back. What the fuck was that? I groaned frustratingly and continued to walk to my choir class, my head spinning in a whirlwind. No words could describe how confused that boy made me feel. I had no idea what he wanted from me and if I was being completely honest with myself, I actually didn't care as long as I had him. Maybe he just wanted to mess around behind closed doors. I never thought I could be that girl that snuck behind people's backs, but this was Jasper. And I didn't know what he wanted, but I hoped it was me.

Mrs. Lane took pity on my wretched soul and let me sit out for today. Tomorrow I was going to have to be ready to sing something modern because according to Mrs. Lane, my music taste was too strange and electic. Why we weren't given an option to choose our own song was beyond me. Any other day I would have argued with Mrs. Lane, but my thoughts were jumbled thanks to Jasper's kiss.

Drumline practice was equally dull considering the fact that Jasper was nowhere in sight. Like I said, he was so good that our band advisor told him to skip practices. Not like it mattered considering Jasper was in two sports and didn't have time to perform with the band. His sole job was to win state tourneys for soccer and football.

But seriously what the fuck was that kiss about? I wanted to scream at Jasper for being so damn confusing. I really needed some mother fucking answers.

At that moment, I began to regret my fallout with Rosalie because I really wanted somebody to listen to me. I needed her for these kinds of things, for advice and to be there when everybody else wasn't. I just needed her plain and simple. We were sisters and promised to be friends till the end of time. And now what were we? Nothing.

Same thing goes for Emmett. In the few times that he's called, the conversation would always revolve around Rosalie and he was pushing me to talk to Rose, but I just couldn't. And I didn't plan to.

"Hi, Bellarina!" a tinkling voice screeched, effectively popping my eardrums.

I groaned, feigning injury as my fingers clasped my ears. I was over exaggerating, sure, but in all honesty Alice's voice was very irritating and I was sure that if I listened to it long enough I would explode from sheer pain.

Turning around to face her while adjusting the strap of my messenger bag, I arched an eyebrow at her. "Yes, Alice?"

She bobbed her head a little to the left and placed her tiny hands on her equally tiny hips. The designer shoes on her feet began to tap a steady rhythm as she shot me a smirk. "Oh, I just wanted to tell you that I'm coming over to your house today." I hated how she sounded so sure of herself, as if she thought I was going to willingly agree with her demands.

Maybe if Rosalie and I were still friends, I would've told Alice to jump off the highest building and into a pool of acid. I didn't like Alice and for the majority of my life she showed me just how deep her hatred for me ran. But old friends brought new ones.

I obviously didn't mention our hatred for one another to Alice; it would probably be viewed as a minor detail. Instead I toyed with the idea of becoming the she-beast's friend. She was popular, something I was not. Her friendship would be a life raft in the vast, empty ocean that suddenly became my social life. I had nobody, but she was a somebody. A somebody that could help me get Jasper and finally be his girlfriend. I smiled at the idea.

"Let's go to my house," I said, ignoring the small warning in the back of my mind.

Call me stupid, cause I just sold my soul.

Up Next: Alice & Bella at Bella's house.

~geek