We have changed one small detail about the story; Emmett is a basketball player, NOT football. We know a whole lot more about basketball than football. And Basketball players are hotter than Football players…

Disclaimer: We don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or shiny silver Volvos. Unfortunately for us.

JPOV

It was just supposed to be a lecture and then home, early to bed. Well, that didn't work out. Emmett. I just couldn't say no to him insisting on going out and having one drink after the lecture. He said that I couldn't let that "snortastic history stuff" be my only entertainment on a Friday night. Yeah, I should have known that he could not just have one drink. I am not even sure what time I dragged myself home last night. My head told me that it was after more than one drink.

"Hey, Jasper, how are you?" Angela was way too perky for this early. I closed my eyes, her voice bouncing off every surface of my brain. "How was the lecture?" Was she always this loud? I guess she could tell I had more than one drink, too.

"Hi, Angela, it was great," and now a couple of aspirin and a nice nap would be perfect.

I heard her disapproving tsk in my direction, as I leaned against the counter trying to convince myself to make the long walk across the floor to start my day. "Hey, Jas, Bella is here this morning. She's sitting by my desk, going over her stuff for her presentation next week. Maybe you could help her?"

Angela was still trying to play matchmaker. I hated this. I could find my own dates. "Ang, not today, please?" I pleaded.

"No, Jasper Whitlock, you march your cute ass back there right now and introduce yourself. Talk to her, ask her out, or just take her back into the stacks and ravish her…whatever works," she flashed me her best authoritative look, giving me no choice but to listen.

"Nice, Angela, very subtle," I mumble as I made my way back to the desk that Angela had pointed out. She was very insistent on me meeting this girl. I should have never told her how long it had been since I had gone out on a real date. Three months was not that long. But whatever, I was new; it wouldn't hurt to meet new peo-

Whoa.

That's her? Angela wasn't kidding. Maybe there was something to the whole ravishing her in the stacks suggestion. Bella was hot. She was sitting at one of the tables with a stack of books and a laptop. She had the most alluring lips, I felt my tongue run across my bottom lip just thinking about how great it would feel to press my mouth against hers. I could tell from here she was slender, but not flat chested. Her skin was pale, only accentuated by her dark brown hair that looked slightly ruffled, like she'd just gotten out of bed, kind of sexy.

Suddenly I saw her look up from her monitor directly at me, her eyes caught mine, they were pretty too. Shit, I was staring. "Um, hi?" That was smooth.

"Oh, hi, I bet you are Jasper," she smiled brightly. Great, another morning person.

"Bella?" she stood up and extended her hand and I moved quickly to her and took it into mine. "Yeah, I am Jasper Whitlock. Nice to meet you."

She laughed, "you too, but I have heard so much about you, and how perfect you are, I was beginning to think you were a figment of Angela's very active imagination."

Blushing isn't very manly. I would have to kill Angela later and then maybe kiss her. "Um, yeah, I was under strict orders to come by and introduce myself. And, uh, I have heard a lot about you too." Wow. This girl is making it hard to form complete sentences.

"So, Jasper Whitlock, I understand you are teaching a class this semester?" Ok, good conversation starter, wish I could have been that smooth. Articulate at the moment would be great. Coherent would be acceptable.

Breathe. You are not one of those guys; you can talk to a woman. "Yeah, I am helping Professor Burns with his Honors American History classes; I will be their research advisor. It is my first time leading a class; I am getting a little nervous." Maybe she could chalk my idiocy up to nerves.

She shook her head in understanding and chuckled, "I would be too. Um, actually, I was asked to fill in for a class in the English department, but I am a bit of a chicken. Maybe I could pick your brain sometime?"

Was this incredibly hot girl asking me out? Maybe not. But at the very least she was giving me an opening. "Sure," I guess I could say a little more. So it all came out in a gush, "Ah, actually, I am teaching my first class this afternoon if you would like to sit in and, well, maybe we could do something after? Talk maybe?" I bit my tongue. I was being ridiculous!

"Yeah, sounds great."

Ok, great. "How about a movie or something at my place? We could talk there too." What am I thinking, inviting her to my place? That was a little forward. I threw my hand over my eyes; I cannot believe how this was going.

She was laughing now. Glad I could entertain her. "Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan. Just tell me where your class is."

Stunned that she had not scoffed at my suggestion I quickly gave her the pertinent information and made my way over to my normal table. Angela walked by and gave me a goofy grin and a thumbs up soon after. Annoyed I just shot her the finger and continued working. I guess I should be thanking her, but, hell, she had been badgering me all week about Bella, it was irritating even if she had been very right.

The day moved slowly, now I not only had to teach a class but also had a date. In some ways the class would be easier. Damn. I needed a movie; I doubt she will want to watch my PBS Civil War series. Maybe Edward could help me out.

"Hey," he sounded like I had woken him up. I laughed, it was noon! "Shut up Jasper, I was still awake when you left this morning, this paper is killing me."

"Whatever man, listen, I have a date tonight, we are going to watch a movie at the apartment. Problem is…"

"You don't think she will enjoy your civil war doc," he guessed. "You can borrow something of mine, what kind of movie were you thinking? What kind of girl do you have?"

Good question. I had no idea. She was smart, beautiful, and quick witted…"I don't know. A girl I guess."

"So a romantic comedy then?" he sounded like he had something in mind.

"Yeah, you have something? I guess I could go buy something…" I didn't have time to go to the store today.

He chuckled. "Nah, I got something for ya, buddy. Don't worry. It is the perfect first date movie. The Secretary." I could hear him sorting through his DVD collection.

"Something romantic, right?" A little romance with Bella would be nice.

He covered the phone for a moment, was he still laughing? "Yeah, like some Julia Roberts/Reese Witherspoon shit. Girls love that stuff."

"Alright, just leave it out on the television. Oh, and, Edward, you are going to clear out of there, right? I don't need you skulking around while I am trying to talk to this girl."

"Yeah. I will be gone. I have to go back to the library anyway. So, where did you meet this girl?" He was still yawning into the phone, I knew he wanted to go back to sleep. I needed him to be out by the time we got there so I wanted to let him.

"She works here in the library, she's a friend of a friend," I didn't need him to know it was basically a setup.

"Ah, this campus has a great library," there was a slight edge to his voice. I wondered why, but only momentarily, I had way too much to do without worrying about why Edward was being weird. I didn't really care.

"Thanks for the movie man, you saved me. Talk to you later." Okay, taken care of. We could pick up dinner on the way to the apartment and then see where the evening took us. Now I just needed to get ready for class.

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BPOV

Well, Angela was right. Jasper was gorgeous. Blonde and beautiful. I would have to put my ego in check to go out with him. For that face and body, I could handle it. Don't get me wrong, I am sure he is a nice guy too.

And to see someone that looked like him stumble over his words…yeah, I was in lust.

It was almost time for Jasper's class, I was excited to watch him teach, and not just because it would be a pleasant sight, I was genuinely interested in the first time teacher. I wanted to see how he managed the class, how he controlled the environment.

I said goodbye to Angela who winked and wished me luck. I believe it was her mission to get me laid. I was a charity case, how sad was that? It wasn't that I couldn't find a date, but who has the time? Time was my excuse, I was busy. And most guys aren't worth the trouble anyways.

I was familiar with the building Jasper's class was being held in so I had no trouble finding the room. When I walked in I was surprised by the amount of students that were taking the class. Honors History would not have been what I would normally want to spend my Saturday afternoon doing, but I guess I am not a history major. They wouldn't want to spend the day in a nineteenth century British Literature class either I suppose.

I went to take a seat in the very back corner of the room, not wanting to bring attention to my intrusion, but when Jasper saw that I had walked in he motioned for me to come up front. I slowly made my way to the seat he had saved for me, right in front of him.

"I didn't want to distract you; I can just go sit back there so that you can focus on your class." I wasn't a fan of the front row; you had to pay attention up here. Not that I wasn't planning to pay attention, but old habits die hard.

He smiled; and boy, was it a very nice smile. "No, I would prefer if you would sit up here so I can see you. Remind me why I need to get this right. I have someone to impress." And he knew how to make a girl swoon. All of the stammering and shyness seemed to be gone. I may be in trouble with this one.

One of his students was waiting to talk to him so I just turned around and sat in my reserved seat. Once I was sitting I noticed I had a neighbor. Was she there before?

"Hey, I'm Alice," she almost sang. Very perky little thing. She was tiny, short black hair that was in perfect spiky disarray on her head, and a very interesting outfit. It looked like something in one of those magazines, like Vogue or Cosmo. Something normal people wouldn't wear, just girls at a fashion shoot. It worked for her.

"Bella," I shook her hand.

She looked like she was holding back, but soon enough whatever internal battle she was having her enthusiasm won out. "So do you know him?" she was casting longing looks towards Jasper. I wondered if he knew how good he looked.

I wanted to just brush off her question, it wasn't any of her business if I knew him. But she was just curious. And she was next to impossible to ignore, I felt myself compelled to answer her question. "Oh, yeah, we just met. He is letting me sit in on his class because I am considering helping out with one myself. I just wanted to see how he handled it."

"Oh," her face fell a little, I guess she figured out that we weren't just friends. She recovered quickly and began animatedly talking about her classes. She was a sophomore and she was taking a light load. Her major was interior design so this class was one of her university requirements. Her parents worked at the school. I think I caught everything. I wasn't sure she had stopped to take a breath as she told me about herself.

I laughed quietly at her zeal. I wish I could have that much passion in everything I said or did. Jasper was standing at the front of the class now, his name scrawled across the board in what I could only imagine was some sort of ancient hieroglyphics because I wasn't sure I had ever seen worse handwriting. I could only tell it was his name because he motioned behind him when he introduced himself.

He spoke confidently to the class, never missing a beat as he went through the semester syllabus that everyone was expected to have printed before class. Unfortunately, it seemed that Alice had not printed it and she was waving her hand in the air beside me. I wanted to shrink into my seat. I didn't like to watch someone make a fool of themselves. She was young, I guess she had not figured out how these classes worked.

With a sigh, Jasper looked over at the small girl and stopped midsentence, "Yes, Miss…?"

"Cullen," she said happily, an odd emotion passed over Jasper's face at her name, but he quickly recovered his professor expression. I think there is a class they offer that they teach that look, it is just well hidden because I have not found it yet. He was still looking at her, waiting for the reason behind her interruption. "Um, I don't have a syllabus," she said in almost a whine, eliciting groans from much of the class.

"Miss Cullen, you were to print that out before class," Jasper looked frustrated. I wasn't sure he liked being stern like this, "Here. I have an extra, but please be sure to be prepared going forward. You won't make it through the semester in this class otherwise."

Alice looked abashed. "Sorry," she murmured as she focused her teary eyes onto the paper on her desk. I felt bad for her, but for Jasper too, he looked horrified that he had made her cry. I looked over at him, trying to convey that he didn't do anything wrong. He soon gained his composure and continued his lecture, just as confident as he had before the interruption.

I put my arm around Alice, and whispered to her, "I know it was embarrassing, but life goes on…just be yourself and everything will be fine." She beamed at me. I was glad I could make her feel better, she seemed like a sweet girl.

She held my hand through the rest of the class and I chuckled to myself. What an odd friendship this was. She wasn't exactly the type of person I gravitate towards. She had Greek written all over her, which was not my scene, never was, quite the opposite actually. But she seemed to be okay with me and my boots, so it would be hypocritical of me to not like her because of her perfect over priced high heels.

Once Jasper released the class she turned to me and gave me a small piece of paper with her phone number on it, "I hope we could be friends, maybe hang out sometime?" she seemed to sincerely hope that I would call her. I knew I wouldn't so I jotted down my number and handed it to her, telling her to give me a call anytime. I hoped I wouldn't regret it later.

Jasper came over to me as Alice left the room. He had a guilty look on his face and I jetted my lower lip out in a pout to try to make him laugh. It worked. "You are very cute when you pout."

"Why, Professor Whitlock, I think you are flirting with me…" I said in my worst sorority girl impersonation. What the hell is wrong with me? It had really been too long since I had been out on a date. I started laughing at myself, poor Jasper looked confused. I shook my head asking him not to ask.

He seemed slightly flushed. "So, are you hungry? Would you like to grab something and go back to my apartment. We can talk about teaching and maybe watch a movie?" Cut to the chase why didn't he?

Why not? "Sure."

We had picked up some greasy fast food, my favorite and his, or so he said. We had been talking nonstop since we left campus. He told me how exciting it had been standing in front of all the students, he said it gave him a rush. When the incident with Alice came up he seemed flustered again. "I felt bad about it, but I what was I supposed to do?"

"I think you handled it fine. She just didn't know. Besides, I think she was just embarrassed because she has a crush on you." I had to laugh at the look on his face. I wasn't sure what it was, but something was wrong. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Well even if she did, I doubt that she does now." He was still beating himself up over it.

I sighed, "Please! My professors snapped at me all of the time, and I know they still loved me. It's just the way it goes, quit worrying about it." He shook his head and that dreamy smile was on his lips again. I still sensed there was something else but I left it alone, we didn't know each other well enough yet. My hand involuntarily cupped his cheek, he was hot and that smile didn't help matters.

"Movie?"

Sounded like a good distraction, "What are we watching?" I asked as he made his way across the room to put the DVD in.

He hesitated looking at the cover, "Um, The Secretary."

I felt my eyes widen. Well, wasn't he just full of surprises? Not exactly my first choice for a first date, but if he was game, whatever. It wasn't like I hadn't seen the movie a hundred times, it wasn't like I didn't own it. Looks like he did too. "Okay," my voice broke a little despite my assertions.

He settled back into the couch beside me and started the movie. Soon enough it became apparent to him that this was not a romantic comedy. As the story progressed, the sexual tension between the girl and her boss was building. The problem was that poor Jasper hadn't known what this movie was about. I guess it wasn't him who owned it after all. As the couple got more into the submissive games, we both got more uncomfortable.

He was sitting stark straight on the couch. Our bodies were only inches apart and I could feel the heat coming off of him, his breathing was a little labored as the movie seemed to entrance him. His reaction made me nervous until I was almost mirroring his emotions and body language. It felt like that moment before you have sex for the first time. You know the time back in high school where you are just doing it because you think you are in love and that is what you are supposed to do? All nervous and unsure. Not a pleasant thing.

Suddenly I head the apartment door open. This seemed to snap Jasper from him stupor. "Jas?" I heard an oddly familiar voice, I couldn't place it though.

"Yeah, Edward. We are in here. Where have you been?" I looked at the clock, it was getting pretty late. Edward, who Jasper had told me was his roommate, seemed to be taking his time coming into the room. Jasper and I had both turned, waiting for him to come into the room so I could be introduced.

"Oh, I was at the library. I was actually hanging around there, hoping to see…" Edward had walked into the room and froze. To my surprise I did know him. The green eyed god from last night. Interesting.

On the screen, Edward had Lee, the main characters in the movie, tied up and they were having sex against a tree.

He was looking directly at me, a small smile on his lips, when he glanced at the television behind us, "There seems to be a theme to our meetings, huh Bella?"