*~*Here to answer a question some people asked. How far does Alice live from Bella's house? About twenty minutes away when driving the speed limit. Now, drive over the speed limit in a Chevelle and you just might get there in less than ten minutes. Time frame is whacked up, I know.

*~*Don't own.

The phone slipped from my shaking hand and tumbled to the floor. I stared at my Woodstock poster, my mind blank and every one of my nerves on edge. I must have heard her wrong. There was no way Jasper could get to her house so fast. No way. We just came back from a date fifteen minutes ago and Alice's house was twenty minutes away. The chance of him getting to her house in ten minutes was so fucking unlikely. He really couldn't drive that fast. Right?

What if he did get to her house in that short amount of time? What if he was actually fucking her? What if, what if...

No, he liked me. He liked me, not her. I saw his uncle for fuck's sake. That must have meant something to him. And I was the only girl to ever have a date with him in that dinky restaurant. Or was I? Was Johnny lying to get Jasper some brownie points? No, no.

Maybe I did hear her wrong. What if Alice was going to say 'Jackson' or 'Justin'? Yeah, that was it. She would never betray me like that. She knew how much I liked Jasper. She was my friend and actually cared about me. Why would I ever think she was sneaking behind my back with Jasper? She was my friend. Friends would never do that.

Besides, Jasper wouldn't just toy with me like that. He was sweet and charming and this just wasn't happening to me. My friend was not boning my almost boyfriend. I had all of this wrong. I was imagining things. Yes that was definitely it.

All of the repetitive thoughts swirling in my brain were giving me a headache, and my eyes stung from my lack of blinking. I stiffly sat down on my bed, taking a deep breath as I did so.

There was no need for me to get so worked up over something that was all in my head. It wasn't true. I heard her wrong. She was a friend. She knew what it would do to me if she actually did sneak around with Jasper. She knew I loved him so why was I so worried about her being with him?

Because she was gorgeous and I was just some plain girl that couldn't stop cramming food in my mouth. Because she was skinny and I was an overfed cow. Her life was better than mine, even though her parents were utter assholes. Because I knew that Jasper would go for a girl like her. Because he wanted a beautiful model with amazing tits and a flat tummy, not some spaz-tastic drummer with a weight problem.

A single tear fell from my eye as thunder rumbled outside my window. Worthlessness was now my best pal and I hated it. I wish this shitty feeling would go away. I didn't want to feel like the girl who couldn't live with a little rejection. But then again, I was the girl who couldn't handle Jasper's rejection. The weak girl who got hate mail taped on her windshield and had a panic attack over it. Fuck this shit.

I angrily wiped my eyes before walking over to my desk. I rummaged through the top drawer in search of the 'fan mail' I received not too long ago. Insignificant papers were scattered around the floor by the time I finally found the bastard note. As I scanned the wrinkled note in between my fingers, I felt my anger rise to unimaginable limits. Then I snapped.

With a rage-filled cry, I tore the note into pieces, throwing the scraps of paper on the ground. I screamed as I stomped on the ruined note, all the while cursing at the top of my lungs. Books on my desk were hurled across the room and essays were torn into shreds. The framed picture of younger versions of me and Rosalie was tossed out the window and somewhere inside the forest. "Fuck," I shouted while destroying the objects in my room. Everything and anything was smashed. The clock, my laptop, my clothes, my song journal, my drawings, even the china doll my grandmother left me. Nothing was left untouched in my fit of rage.

My chest heaved as I threw a vase at the wall, the shattered pieces falling atop an open book. A sob fell from my lips and I crumpled to the floor, my chin resting on my knees and my arms wrapped around my legs. Shards of glass cut my bare feet, and I welcomed the sting. The pitter-patter of rain hitting the windowsill reached my ears, and I fell asleep soon after the rain picked up.

I groaned when I woke up, the sore muscles aching as I stretched. Groggily looking around, I took in the mess I made last night. Pictures were strewn on the ground, bits of furniture were scattered here and there. A tornado must have caused all this shit. A hand ran through my tangled hair and I slowly stood, wincing when a large piece of glass entered the heel of my right foot. Hopping on one foot to the bathroom, I listened for any sign of my parents.

Sighing in relief when I heard nothing, I sat on the toilet and assessed my injury. Blood was already leaking out of my wound and dripping down to the tiled floor. After psyching myself up for a minute or two, I yanked the glass out of my skin, whimpering at the pain. Blood gushed out and I quickly placed my hand over the cut. The grueling process of cleaning out my gash only took a minute. Taking a shower was hard work, considering how I had to stick my foot in the air to keep it away from the water.

I dressed quickly, picking random clothes from the ground. My foot ached when I slipped on my shoes, so I ended up wearing my ugly ass Ugs. As if I had I didn't have enough things to be teased about. Shaking that thought out of my head, I slammed my car door shut and turned on my car. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, my mind wandered back to last night. I was going to have to ask Alice who she was with last night, even if her answer killed me. I had to know if Jasper was just playing me. My ego would take a major hit if he was with Alice, but I crossed my fingers that I would get over it.

The song "Rolling in the Deep" suddenly blasted from my speakers and I groaned. Yes, I really needed Adele complaining about her failed relationship. I knew my situation was all kinds of fucked up, but I didn't need songs to go along with my misery. I didn't even like this song.

When I got to school, I realized that I had already missed the first bell. Slowly parking my car and gathering all of my things, I made my way to my first class, shades covering my eyes. I probably looked like an asshole wearing these sunglasses, but I knew I looked like a pile of steaming shit. I wasn't in the mood to be criticized over something as insignificant as my wardrobe.

My English teacher wasn't too happy about my sudden appearance and he told me to write a poem on tardiness. I rolled my eyes at his lame assignment and sat down in an empty seat. Ice Queen was sitting directly in front of me, and I inwardly groaned at my luck. Wasn't I suffering enough? This bullshit with Alice and Jasper was wearing me out to a fucking extreme. I wasn't sure if I could deal with Rosalie at the moment.

I ended up sleeping through the class, not because I wanted to avoid her, but because I had to give my brain some rest. Obsessing over Jasper and Alice's possible fuck session wasn't really something I should keep doing.

Classes went by slowly, teachers kept droning on and on about college requirements and some more stupid shit. I kept dozing off in my classes, much to my teachers' annoyance. Fuck them. I had more important shit to stress out about.

As I walked into the noisy lunchroom, my eyes immediately searched the room for Alice. She was sitting on a boy's lap, a smile on her face as she played with his hair. But this boy wasn't just any boy. No, no, no. The boy she was sitting on wasn't really her boy because that boy was my boy.

I saw red, my hands balled into fists at my sides and I was dying to kick the shit out of this bitch. Who the fuck told her she could throw herself at him? I sure as hell didn't. I could've have sworn that there was some fucking girl code for this shit. What happened to the 'thou must never steal a sista's man candy' commandment? This bitch seriously thought she could rub her manicured fingers all over my Jasper. Fuck this shit. Someone hold my fucking earrings.

Jasper suddenly patted Alice's thigh, leaning in to whisper something in her ear. My heart detonated when she giggled at whatever he told her. She elegantly stood from his lap, tugging on a curl as he stood and walked away. He didn't even see me standing there.

I watched him leave, my heart plummeting with each step he took. What did I do wrong?

I choked back a sob and looked back at Alice. She was staring at me, a smirk on her lips. She must find my misery humorous. My strides to her table were long and deliberate, anger pumping in my system.

When I reached the table, her hand ran through her hair and a look of boredom crossed her face. She fake yawned, a sparkle in her eyes and said, "Oh hey Bellsie-poo."

"What the fuck was that?" I spat, malice coating each word.

Her high-pitched giggle traveled over the wide expanse of the room, causing heads to turn in our direction. She just lived for fucking attention. I slammed my hand on the table. Her giggles came to a halt and she grabbed my wrist with strength I didn't even know she had.

Alice sneered at me, her grey eyes hardening and turning a gunmetal color. "Bella, I wouldn't cause a scene if I were you. Think about it. Would Jasper want an attention whore for a girlfriend?"

My mouth fell open in shock at her words. How could she be so mean? After I listened to her complaints and sympathized with her? She just had to throw Jasper in my face. She was my friend. Or was she ever my friend to begin with?

With a hiss, I wretched my wrist free from her hand and glared at her. This wasn't the Alice I liked. No, this was fucking Mary Alice Brandon, bitch ass cunt extraordinaire. This was the Alice that tortured me my whole life. This was the Alice that was now sinking her claws in my Jasper. She was ruining everything.

"You know I like him," I whispered brokenly, pleading with my eyes for some remorse from her. She laughed in my face, sinking down in her chair and taking a nail file out from her butt pocket.

She filed down her nails and spoke. "Bellsie-poo, don't get mad. Jasper and I…have history together. That Maria story was all a cover up." She glanced up at me while using the nail filer to point to herself. "I'm 'Maria'. We've been fucking since last year. I would've thought that your stupid ass would've figured that out. Anyway, Jasper has always been mine, even when he decided to stick his dick inside your nasty, herpes-infested vagina."

Her words weren't making any sense and I was staring at her, my mouth gaping and my eyes bulging out of my head. No, no. She was lying. He liked me. He liked me. Not her. Not this two-faced sociopath. He…he couldn't like her. I was the one he liked. Me. Not her. Never her. She was lying.

Alice giggled and cooed as if speaking to a baby. She touched my hand, causing me to flinch away from her. She rolled her eyes before continuing to file her nails.

"If you don't believe me go ask your Jazzy. I'm sure he'll try to feed you this Hollywood story, but he just wants to let you down easily. Besides, would I lie to you, Bellsie-poo? You're my best friend." An innocent smile was plastered on her lips and I shuddered. She was lying. She was crazy. I had to go. I had to find Jasper and demand answers. These had to be lies. She was an insane bitch.

Moisture prickled at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let her see my tears. She would probably get some sick satisfaction from my pain. I glared at the bitch, wanting to punch her in the mouth so badly. Just one punch. It wouldn't hurt one bit. She wouldn't even feel it. Just punch her.

I shook my head, frowning when she started singing contently. "Bellsie-poo. How are you? I stole your boy away. He really is a great lay. Never meant to really brag, you were always a real drag. So go lose a little weight and maybe Jasper'll ask you out on another date."

Fury washed over me and I made a move to punch her, but she dodged my hit. She lightly slapped me on the cheek, giggling and humming the rhyme over and over. She was being so cruel. What did I ever do to her? Nothing. So why was she being such a bitch? Why would she sleep with Jasper? Why, why, why god damnit?

"Did you fuck him last night?" I hissed, my fist ready to smash her face in.

She laughed loudly while taking her seat, her focus back on her nails. "Bellsie-poo, lemme tell you. I never saw Jasper so keyed up. What did you do to him? I mean, thanks for getting him so horny. He fucked me so hard I couldn't move for hours. That boy is like the Energizer Bunny. He keeps cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming."

I shrieked and slammed my fist on the hardwood table. She yelped at my sudden move and sneered at me, but didn't say anything. "Fuck you, Alice. I thought I could trust you, but you're nothing but a two-faced, good-for-nothing whore. Before I fuck your ass up, tell me why you did this shit."

Her skinny finger went under her chin and she clucked her tongue. "Hmm he is pretty cute, has a nice ass if you ask me. I don't know Bella, you should stake your claim on that boy before some new girl in town steals him from you." I glared at my fake ass friend, my nails digging into my wrists to stop myself from throttling the pint-sized girl across from me. No, I didn't ask if he had a nice ass.

She glanced away from her nails and stared at me, bursting into laughter when she saw my glare. I couldn't see how this was funny. She was staring at my man's ass. Hell to the fucking no.

I stared up at Alice, one eyebrow arched and determination radiating inside me. "Well, that's not going to happen. He knows how I feel and if you excuse me I'm going to find out he feels about me, too."

I walked out the lunchroom in search of Jasper. The car park was my first guess and I was heading over there when I was pulled into an empty classroom. I was pinned to the door, familiar soft lips on mine. The heady cologne engulfing me left me lightheaded, and I was struggling to clear away the lust settling inside me. A hand gripped my hair and a tongue slipped past my lips. That was when things got clearer for me. That was when I pushed against his hard chest and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing in the room.

My eyes met those familiar ones that made my heart skip a beat. I let out a sob when I took in the hurt look on his face. His hand cupped his already-reddening cheek, anguish and despair shining in his eyes.

"Bella?" Jasper whispered.

I made a move to slap him again, but he caught my wrist before I made contact with his cheek. The scream I omitted caused him to release my hand in a flash. "What? You go and fuck around and you think I'll still want you?"

The guilty expression on his face was proof that he was fucking her. He wasn't loyal. He never cared. Not enough anyway. I was so fucking stupid. So stupid to ever think that he would want me enough to make him his girl. Hollywood stories were easily bought and I was another purchaser. He tricked me, but I was dumb and believed that love would surface. It didn't and I was crushed.

I cried, not caring that he would see my tears, and covered my mouth with my hand. Jasper's head snapped up and his eyes met mine once again. He took a step forward and I cowered against the door, looking away from his face. He sighed, but stayed away from me.

"I'm sorry…I wasn't thinking. She called me during our date and I just…we had a relationship before and I still love her." I cried out and hugged an arm against my chest, trying to hold it all in.

Blinking past the tears, I shook my head and stared at Jasper. Alice wasn't just some booty call. She was the girl he loved. I was just his play toy he messed around with for kicks. He didn't love me, but he loved her. It was always her.

I couldn't take this. Not now, and not ever.

I reached behind me, twisting the doorknob. Jasper's hand wrapped around my arm and I smacked his hands away. My fist went flying at his face, connecting with his jaw. He grunted, causing me to smirk at him. At least he could be in pain.

He held onto his jaw, frustration and anger written all over his face. He wasn't beautiful anymore to me. He was just some chauvinistic pig that didn't care for me. He used me. He hurt me and I wasn't sure if I could forgive him for that. Maybe I didn't want to forgive him.

I jabbed the middle of his chest with my finger, words tumbled out of my mouth furiously. "You don't get to touch me. Not anymore. You fucked Alice, my supposed friend. You fucked her before and you sure as hell didn't tell me you loved her. When were you going to tell me?" No response. "That's right. I wasn't supposed to know. Plan 'keep Bella as stupid as possible' didn't work as expected. Well, fuck you, Jasper. I don't need a guy that loves another person. I don't need a guy that fucks around with my heart. Fuck you." With that said, I ran away, ignoring the pain in my foot and ignoring my name being shouted.

Fuck him. Fuck Alice. Fuck me for being so blissfully ignorant.

*~*Much thanks to the readers, reviewers, and those that add the fic to their alerts/faves. So this chapter was all typed up, but I got a virus, which wiped out almost all of the files on my laptop. I lost all of my finished chapters and I was so pissed when I couldn't get them back. Whatever, on to a lighter topic. The JPOV outtake will be published very soon, so keep an eye out for it. Tell me what you think about Alice and Jasper's secret relationship. I live for reviews. Up Next: Rosalie and Bella's talk.

~geek