*~*Yeah an early update. Well's I got my stapled removed and I decided to update sooner rather than later. Just want to thank everyone that reads, reviews, and adds the story onto their alerts & faves. You're the reason why I get off my ass and update. Just a little heads up, there's some Beiber & GaGa bashing. I don't like 'em.
*~*Do I wish I owned Twilight? I'm not gonna lie, I do. Do I own Twilight? No, sadly, no.
Alice and I spent the rest of the day laughing together. I recounted my adventures from when I was younger and each one brought a small smile to her lips. It was good to see her in this new light. With those walls down, she was a new person. She was Alice two-point-oh.
I wasn't just going to give away my trust, though, and I told her so. She was gonna have to gain my trust before I started sharing secrets.
Surprisingly, she didn't mention Rosalie or Emmett, for that matter. I was glad and a bit apprehensive. Weren't friends curious? Didn't they wanna know the latest gossip? I knew for a fact that the student body was coming up with ridiculous stories to explain why Rosalie and I stopped talking. At school, some freshman actually asked me if Rose and I stopped talking because she wouldn't let me fuck Emmett. So fuck the rumor mill.
My mom did a double take when she saw Alice in my room. Renée knew that I hated Alice and seeing me laughing with her must have been shocking for my mom. Nonetheless, she had a smile on her face and complimented Alice's outfit. I zoned out once they started to make plans for a shopping spree.
When Alice's chauffer pulled up in front of my house, I attempted to program my phone number into her fancy touch screen cell. I was flustered and after pressing the wrong numbers fifteen times, she snatched the phone away and saved it herself. She smirked while teasing my non-advanced texting skills. Pshh, not my fault she had a phone that would put Batman's to shame. Get it? Cause Batman had a bunch of complicated gadgets and shit. Man, I cracked myself up.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched like a cat, moaning when some joints popped. My hand covered my mouth as I yawned. Ugh, and it was barely Tuesday.
I jumped out of bed, gooseflesh instantly breaking out once the cold morning air hit my skin. I shuddered and made a mental note to start wearing warmer pajamas. These shorts weren't keeping me warm at all.
Skipping over to the bathroom, I took a quick shower, dried my hair and dressed in my school outfit. A simple New Order shirt, red hoodie and jeans were my wardrobe choices for the day. I played with the ends of my hair, debating whether or not I should do something with it. Meh.
I slipped on my beat up shoes and grabbed a Pop-tart on my way out. Walking out into the rain and towards my truck, I froze when I saw an ostentatious pink car parked in front of my house. What the fuck?
My eyebrows furrowed and I slowly walked to my van, my eyes never leaving the car. The windows were tinted so dark I was pretty sure it was illegal. At first glance it looked like a Lambo, but once I saw the emblem in front of the car I knew instantly it was an Audi R8 V10 Spyder. How did I know? Rosalie was like an infomercial, constantly yapping on and on about the engine, horse power and some other shit I didn't really care about.
Fuck, I had to stop thinking about her. She was probably strutting down some hallway, basking in the attention countless people showered upon her. Anymore attention and her fathead would explode.
I bit my lip while unlocking my car door, throwing my bag inside. Judging by the color of the car, the owner must be an airhead or gay, hopefully it was the latter because I was in desperate need of a friend with a funny bone. I've only met one male that batted for the other team; Justin Beiber. Haha, I was just kidding. I never met that creature and I was crossing my fingers that he got attacked by a gang of ravenous vampires. The kind of vampires from 'Underworld'. Y'know, the ones that drink blood out of wine glasses and fight to the death against the Lycans. Yeah, those kind.
The slamming of a car door broke through my homicidal thoughts. I looked up at the car and saw that the owner was none other than Alice. Should have known.
Alice walked over to me at a brisk pace, her umbrella protecting her from the light drizzle. She wore a purple cardigan over some frilly lavender shirt. A pair of black skinny jeans and purple heels topped off her little get up. Sunglasses hid her eyes and I wondered if she was sporting a black eye. The thought went away almost as soon as it came.
The rain wasn't all that bad so I didn't bother to pull my hood up. Frizzy hair wasn't really at top of my priority list. As if reading my thoughts, Alice warned me about getting frizzy hair. Like I cared.
"So when did you learn how to drive for yourself, Alice," I said casually, not stopping the smirk already forming.
She shocked the hell out of me by sticking out her tongue and scrunching up her nose. Huh, she had a childish side to her? That was so not weird.
"Ugh, it's too early for sarcasm, Bella." Her tone of voice was all kinds of groggy and tired. She sounded like she had a hangover, which was most likely true. She told me got blackout drunk whenever her parents decided it was time to 'mold' her into a perfect daughter.
I shook my head. Alice must have had an extra bad night if she got that fucked up. She sounded like she drowned herself at the bottom of a Bacardi bottle. Not that I blamed her, having crappy parents had to take a toll. I mean, my mom was interested in my life only if it involved me dressing like a hooker or if I got myself a boyfriend. And seeing as how I wasn't going to be accomplishing those wonderful goals any time soon, she was gonna continue to be apathetic.
I arched an eyebrow at Alice before responding bitingly, "Well, aren't you a happy camper."
She huffed at my cynic ways and mumbled under her breath, most likely obscenities falling from her lips.
I leaned on my van and checked my phone for the time. Shit. It was seven forty-eight, giving me only ten minutes to catch the tardy bell. Oh well, I was late. Thanks a lot, Alice.
"I just came to ask if you want a ride. We only have one Earth and gotta take care of it. Carpooling is the least we could do to help the ol' ozone." A hesitant smile formed on her lips and I laughed. She was a tree hugger, or acting like she cared about the environment.
"Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. Besides, I sort of don't really wanna be seen getting out of a pink car." My eyes slid over to the flamboyant car. "People might get the wrong idea."
If Alice wasn't wearing shades, I probably would have seen the eye roll. What? Yeah, my baby was a gas guzzler, but I couldn't find it in me to give it up. I liked having the Hippie Mobile. It made me feel like I was a member of The Beatles, specifically John. Let's face it, LSD and Lennon were basically buddies back in the good old days. Ah, I love John.
The tiny hand waving in my face broke me out of my Beatles' daze and I sighed. I already declined her offer. What else did the sprite want?
"Nevermind, see you at school, whore." She blew kisses and I instantly had a Mean Girls flashback. That part where the blonde bitchily demands the ginger to get her gram, but then blondie blows a kiss at ginger and says she loves her.
I said nothing in response and slid into my car. I looked into the rearview mirror, waiting until she shot off. The drive to school was spent wondering if Jasper liked me. Yeah, I wasn't obsessing over it.
His actions sure did prove that he liked me. I was sure he didn't go around kissing random girls he didn't like. That would be weird, but hey, if he kept on kissing me I wouldn't really mind. I sighed. I really needed to tell him how I feel. Later. Maybe. Never.
I pulled into the lot and quickly parked far away from Alice's Malibu Barbie car. I wouldn't ever be able to get a car that shade. I'd rather pull a Cobain and go all shotgun rain. I'd rather turn into a Lady GaGa fan. What did she call her fans? Zombies? Ogres? Oh yeah, Monsters. Ooberly lame.
My walk to my first class was purposely slow. I was already late, so what was the point of rushing? Thanks for agreeing.
I was already in the building when I was suddenly grabbed around the waist and pushed to the lockers. I was about to bitch out and unleash my Swan fury, but a smooth Texan voice froze me in place. My mouth fell open and I was pretty sure I looked mental.
"I don't think you wanna catch flies in that pretty mouth of yours," he teased and I instantly snapped my mouth shut.
I muttered too low for him to here and stared at the floor before looking up at his face. Such a gorgeous face. It wasn't fair that he was just so beautiful. How could a guy be that pretty without being classified as a chick? It was just impossible.
"How are you, Bella?" Mighty fine. Thank you very much. Especially since his hand was on my hip.
"Never been better," I breathed out, sounding like I didn't have enough oxygen in my lungs, which I didn't. Jasper rendered me breathless and caused my underwear to disintegrate.
"What did you think about the CD? Liked it?" Oh shit, the CD!
The look in his eyes made me feel like shit for forgetting all about his gift. My mouth opened and words flew out at a rapid pace. "It didn't even cross my mind yesterday. Alice was at my house and we were so busy talking that I forgot to listen to it. Oh my god, you probably think I'm ungrateful! I'll listen to it once I get home. I promise. Fuck, I am so-"
Lips crashed against mine and I had to stifle a moan. I was so glad I had a bad case of word vomit because Jasper's lips on mine was absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. His taste was something magical. He tasted like honey and-and did he just trace my lip with his tongue?
My gasp caused my mouth to open, giving him the access he wanted. My useless hands finally did something and wound into his pretty hair. Yes, his hair was pretty. I briefly wondered if Jasper kissed like Warren Stanford and instantly pushed away the thought. It was clear by the way Jasper was kissing me that he knew what he was doing. I didn't have to worry about getting my molars licked.
The tip of his tongue flicked mine tentatively at first, but as our lust increased, our tongues danced together. It was like some weird fight for dominance and I didn't mind giving it to Jasper. I was getting dizzy and had to pull away before I passed out from lack of oxygen. That would have been so embarrassing.
Jasper's hand rested on my hip and he brushed my hair behind my ear. The look in his sea-green eyes made me feel alive, charged at the amount of lust in them. They were such a deep green that I hardly saw those flecks of blue in them anymore. The smile on his face was infectious and pretty soon I was beaming up at him. I never thought having word vomit would be such a good thing.
"You're really cute when you ramble," he whispered, a teasing tone to his deep voice. I rolled my eyes, waiting for the blush to fill my cheeks. He called me cute.
I'm not the one that's so sexy. It's not fair that someone can be so damn irresistible. He was like sex on legs. Umf.
The shit-eating grin on his face made me realize that I just said all that shit out loud. Oh my god. Kill me now.
I threw my head back against the locker, instantly wincing at the sting. Jasper's grin just got wider and I was blushing, embarrassed about my previous slip up. The emotion in his eyes threw me for a loop and I was just staring up at him. I forgot things when I was with this guy. I should be heading somewhere right about now. A classroom. I think.
What day is it?
He smiled at me then said, "Tuesday."
I was momentarily confused at his random statement, but blushed. Fuck, my filter just wasn't working today. I groaned and this time he kissed me before squeezing my hip tightly then pulled away from me.
His hands were in his pockets and I wanted to touch him again. I was so pathetic and so far gone, but I didn't care. All I wanted was Jasper and he actually might want me back. There was such thing as a God.
"Meet me behind the gym after school," Jasper suddenly blurted.
My lip was in between my teeth once more. Meet him behind the gym? He wasn't planning anything, right? Jasper was one confusing person. I was sporting a headache trying to decipher that look in his eyes.
"Um, okay." The words fell from my lips slowly and I played with the drawstring of my hoodie.
Now that the lust was gone, that damn awkward silence was back, and with a vengeance. Jasper nodded and I had to stop myself from nodding my head along with him. I really needed to get to class. No, what I really needed to do was stop kissing Jasper in empty hallways and kiss him in public. I needed to tell him how I feel. I needed to- dear Jesus, his lips were magical.
He clutched my waist as I gripped onto his hair. We broke apart and pressed our foreheads together. A giant grin was on his face and my lips curved up in a gentle smile.
"See ya," he whispered, pecking me once, twice before separating.
I waved as he walked backwards. Once he turned around, my eyes went down to his ass. Damn, how could it look so good in jeans. It looked even better without those jeans. I would know, I boned him. I giggled to myself and counted down to the end of the school day.
God hated me. That was the only reason why time was so fucking slow. All of my teachers droned on and on about things that I really should have listened to, but didn't. Who cared about the square root of pi? I didn't that was for sure. Whatever, it was finally lunch time and I was already dreading Choir.
Alice sat across from me and was trying to cajole me into dressing more like a girl. She said I looked like a dude trapped in a girl body. I looked down at my outfit and scrunched up my face.
"What's wrong with New Order?" I asked, rather hurt at her statement. I loved New Order.
Alice looked thoroughly confused as she replied, "What order?"
The bell drowned out my cry of outrage. She didn't know about New Order? I needed to make a CD for her ASAP. Speaking of CD's, I still had to listen to Jasper's. He probably put an unknown band on there. Hopefully. I needed new bands.
I dragged my feet as I walked to the auditorium, impatient for the day to end and not wanting to head into my least favorite class. I wanted to see what Jasper wanted. Was he gonna ask me to be his girlfriend? Was he gonna proclaim his love for me and go all overly romantic on me? So many questions, but like always with Jasper, I had no answers.
Mrs. Lance saw me trying to sneak in and her floaty voice drifted over to me. "Isabella, we shall be singing 'Hometown Glory' today. Get the lyrics and prepare to lead." I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders.
Fuck me sideways and back. I didn't want to sing today. I just wanted to see Jasper. I wanted him so bad. Jesus Christ, I sounded like a whiney drama queen. Or worse, like Alice.
"No!" I fell to my knees and threw my hands up in the air. I dragged out the 'o', turning a word with one syllable into a word with a hundred thousand syllables. I sucked in a breath once my lungs started to burn and instantly blushed at my Luke Skywalker moment.
Everyone was staring at me, amusement in their eyes. I quickly jumped to my feet and being the klutz that I was, I tripped on nothing. Fuck, that was so humiliating. People were laughing at me and I was blushing red.
Slowly this time, I got up and brushed off invisible dirt from my jeans. Thankfully, Mrs. Lane decided to imitate me and dragged out a 'yes'. It captured the students attention and I was eternally thankful.
I stepped onto the stage ten minutes later. I was confident that I knew the lyrics. It was nerve-wracking being the only one onstage, but I sucked it up and waited for my cue. Mrs. Lane was playing the piano and I was entranced. My eyes slid close and I lightly rocked my body back and forth. Huh, I was dancing.
My eyes were closed and I didn't know why or how, but I knew that now was time to sing. It didn't feel like I was singing, but I heard my voice. I never noticed how melodic it was. It amazed me.
The lyrics tumbled out my mouth effortlessly. My eyes clenched as I belted out the notes of the first verse.
"I've been walking in the same way as I did
Missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet
"Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I could call?"
"No and thank you, please Madam. I ain't lost, just wandering""
I faintly heard the other students joining in at the chorus, but my voice overpowered them. This was all so strange for me. I never felt this free before. I felt like I was on cloud nine.
The changes in keys clued me in that we were almost done with the second verse. Again, I belted the end of the verse and was now singing the chorus. I vaguely remembered that I was going to have to 'Do-dah' right after the chorus.
As the last note of the chorus died, I started to slowly increase my pitch with each 'do' and 'dah'. The 'yeah' was a little harder, seeing as my pitch had to increase gradually. I managed to hit the note I was assigned and I took in a small breath before continuing.
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world"
My voice took on a haunted quality towards the end and I marveled at the sound. I took in a shuddering breath and cracked my eyes open for the first time since the song started. There was a round of applause and I blushed before scratching the back of my neck.
I bowed, feeling extremely childish. Mrs. Lane was quick to praise me; I wasn't that good. She was declaring that I was a prodigy and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. All this attention was foreign because for once, it wasn't the bad kind of attention. It was the kind of attention where you got envious looks; so strange to me.
The bell rang and Mrs. Lane told me I would have the day off tomorrow. Well, at least something good could come out of this.
When I walked into my next class, Mr. Knox started to tease me about singing professionally. I blushed and ducked my head, silently executing the exercises he gave us. Damn it, nobody better have recorded my singing. I didn't want to be one of those people on Youtube.
The class went by smoothly and pretty soon school was over. I gunned it over to the back of the gym, expecting Jasper to be there. He wasn't. I sighed and leaned against the wall. Maybe he was held up somewhere talking to his football buddies.
Five minutes passed and still no sign of him. I was actually starting to get a little worried. What happened? Surely he didn't get hurt. What if he forgot he was supposed to meet me here? No. Not likely. He was giving me that look. He was coming.
Fifteen minutes. I was jumping up and down out of impatience. I'd bounce for a while, pace while bite my lip, and then stop to run a hand through my hair. Then the cycle would continue.
Where was he? He didn't forget. He was just busy. Really busy by the looks of it. But, where the fuck was he? He didn't- he couldn't. I just had to wait for a while. No need to jump to conclusions.
By the time it hit thirty minutes, it was as clear as crystal. He wasn't coming.
I willed the tears to go away and slowly walked back to the car park. He stood me up? He didn't show up. I was such an idiot for thinking he actually wanted me. Me. Isabella Swan. I was nothing but a wallflower. My heart hurt so badly. It felt like Jasper ripped my heart out of my chest, stomped on it, spit on it, dumped it in acid then placed it back in. I was dying.
He didn't want me. He didn't want me.
I didn't know how I got in my car, much less how I drove home. I didn't even make it up the steps. I crumbled up at the foot of the stairs and just cried.
He didn't want me.
*~*This is where I run and hide, but don't forget to let me know what you think. I wanna here your opinions, even if you may think Jasper is a prick. Up Next: Bella puts on her big girl panties.
~geek