Ok! So, for those of you who don't know (though why anyone would read chapter two before chapter one, I don't know. Maybe you'll find out there is a reason they are numbered so) in the previous chapter of my existence, I vowed to overthrow a group of hot cult attending men because of the hell they put me through. I broke my hand by punching a rock-man that I unlovingly call Beastboy, and I was tossed into a hospital. Currently, I'm making a career in being a lab rat.

By lab rat, I mean Bronze was giving me this Evil Turd/Demon Spawn look, and Beastboy just looked kind of curious. Or clueless. You pick.

"Excuse me," I said in an annoyed voice. "Do I have to wear a hospital gown for the rest of my life, or can someone get me some decent clothes?"

Bronze glared a moment more before tossing a cell phone to Beastboy. "Call her."

"Huh? Oh. Sure!" See what I mean? (Refer to Chapter one's brains and brawn theory.)

Beastboy strutted out of the room like he was hot stuff, which he was, but there was no way I would tell him that. His already swollen head might burst from the sheer pride of another human being proclaiming his awesome-ness. Of course, since he left, I was alone with the hot Demon Spawn of Doom. My guard was a little too good.

"Edward," he said.

"What?"

"My name is Edward."

"And you are telling me this why?"

"I would like you to refer to me as such."

I guess he had heard me refer to him as 'Bronze' while he was standing outside the door spying. I suppose he has nothing better to do than spy on an innocent girl. Isn't that what cultists are for? He pulled up a chair and plopped his smexy self down in it.

"Perhaps you have questions. . . " He looked tired and annoyed.

The Dear Lord has blessed me with a willing victim finally! "Why do you insist on lying to me? Is Edward really your name?"

"Long and complicated story. And, yes, in fact, my name is Edward and will always be," he said.

"Aha," I crowed. "You have been lying to me!" I had a feeling that Edward was inwardly kicking himself. Oh well! It serves him right!

"I never said we were lying. Just that it was complicated."

"Oh, shove it!" He was just trying to play those little mind games with me. "If you won't tell me the real deal, then why even ask if I have questions?" It was almost like he was trying to keep me from something or throw me off track.

"You seem like a good kid," he said.

Be still, oh, warm fuzzies in my stomach! Stupid Edward certainly doesn't like you like that! Why, his perpetual glorious-ness probably wants a cookie! That's why he's giving you those positively adorable puppy eyes!

Edward opened his mouth to speak again, but my nurse bustled in.

"Hello, Jaz," she smiled.

And that was where my interaction with the nurse ended. She was too busy ogling Edward to notice that I was over here starving, dehydrated, and in desperate need of Tylenol. He was hot, but I was her job! After simpering, sighing, and flirting enough to make any normal human being sick, she left right after she slipped Edward her phone number which he promptly threw away.

"I'm sure she'd be delighted if you called her," I pointed out.

"Guarding a kid like you is hard enough without trying to make social calls at the same time."

Little smart-aleck! He didn't look to be much older than me. Alright, so maybe two years at the very most. I was sixteen going on seventeen. Heck! He didn't even look like he had ever finished High School!

My stomach interrupted my thoughts with the most horrid sound known to man.

"Hungry?" He grinned. "Want me to get you something?"

"What about guard duty," I mumbled.

"Emmett will be here in a minute. Do you want something or not?"

I stuck out my tongue. "Subway. Meatball Marinara. All the way."

"Got it."

He began to leave as soon as Beastboy entered.

"Where are you going," he asked. "She'll be here soon."

"Food," he said as if that was all the explanation needed.

Beastboy seemed to understand this as least. He sat down in the customary chair for talking to the prisoner (AKA me). He set his hands on his knees and stared at me.

You know how some people will look at you and 'undress' you with their eyes? Well, that's what he was doing except he was only looking at my eyes, and he was undressing my soul which I didn't like at all. It was my soul, and he had no business butting into it. I turned my back to him. I heard him chuckle and lean back in his chair.

After awhile, I deemed him worthy to look at again. He lay back like some sort of picturesque mannican. His light skin barely reflecting the hospital lights. The a bit more than slightly ripped jeans hugging his legs just right. The long sleeved maroon shirt barely rising as he breathed. All in all, he looked damn fine!

Dear Lord! Someone like that shouldn't put people in hospitals! I find that fact quite insulting. What else could I do but poke him? He shouldn't be getting a peaceful sleep while I'm being ravished by his fine-ness!

I slid my hand onto his kness where the jeans were almost ripped in two and had to pause for a moment. His skin was silky but firm. It was wierd. I swore he had a gallon of lotion at home reserved for just one of his knees. No wonder he was too conceited for his own good!

I came in for the kill. I aimed at a suspicious sag in his shirt and fired at the alleged fat roll. Not even an angel is too skinny for a mini fat roll!

Oh God, he's not an angel! He's a bloody demon! I poked, or more or less touched him, and my finger nearly bent in two separate parts! At least, it happened in a hospital. I didn't squeak or whine, but I swear my eyes bulged a couple feet out of my head.

He cracked an eye open, and that annoying cocky grin slid across his face. "Did you want revenge again," he teased.

That cocky little - AAAAGH!!!! I can't stand him! How dare he have both a nose and abs of steel! The human populace should have only one body part of steel as a natural rule. Does he think he's freakin' Superman or something?!

His smile broadened. "Keep it up, and I might have to watch you for years. How many bones you wanna break?"

"It's all your fault," I spat.

"My fault?" He pasted a look of total innocense on his face. "How could it be my fault?"

"You're infuriating!" I was so mad that I'd progressed to standing on the hospital bed with clenched fists. Forget the stupid hospital gowns!! Beastboy needed to get back in his place! "Just because you are super hot and have abs of steel that look suspiciously like fat rolls does not give you a right to sit there smiling like a complete idiot!" I huffed awhile in anger.

"That's a new one."

I looked at the vermin that had dared to speak.

"Didn't know I had fat rolls of steel," he smiled slyly.

Rockman or not, I leaped at him and ended up hitting stone and getting sucked into a huge bear hug by a cold laughing beast. Today was definitely not my day.

I heard a knock on the door.

A woman cleared her throat before speaking. "Am I interrupting something," she said as she raised her eyebrows.

I don't think I have ever been happier to see another human being. The rage I'd had in me when he had hugged me had quickly died due to lack of air.

"Hey, Alice," he grinned. "Just preventing my toy from causing further damage to herself."

Alice frowned briefly. "No need for that. As soon as we get a finger brace on her, she'll be fine."

How the heck did she know that?! I'm sure she wasn't there when I jumped - Ahem! - Emmett. Wait a second! Toy?! I am not a freakin' toy!! He'll be better off once he gets that idea out of his head.

Alice was pushing Emmett out the door. I don't have any idea how the little woman was able to push the Rock.

"Now, Emmett," she said sternly. "You're not allowed in here. Girl time!" She slammed the door in his face.

Despite myself, I found that I was beginning to like her.

"You're not going to like what I brought you," she said matter-of-factly.

I raised my own eyebrows as I somehow got the idea that she knew what I would like but bought what I wouldn't anyway. But that was totally absurd! It wasn't like she'd even met me before or anything.

She was right though. She dumped out two shopping bags full of clothes that were obviously too pink, too bright, and were too much for me to wear at once. She held up a pink halter top.

"Now, you need to understand the concept of layering your clothes," she said in a teacherly voice.

"I layer," I replied brusquely. "Just not ridiculously bright colors."

"Black and white are prison colors."

"I like to call them 'earth' colors."

"Sweetie, you're not the earth."

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The incident ended up with me looking like a lolipop, albeit a not very happy one. Alice was right. I did not like the pink, blue, and yellow tanks and t-shirts she fought me into and was in mourning for my favorite brown shirt at home with the gold embroidered butterfly. I also thought of asking what the hell she thought Adam was made out of but didn't, since she was looming awfully close with the blonde hair dye.

"I see you're feeling better," said a voice beside me.

I jumped and spouted a string of words that should not be repeated. Doc looked quite shocked. "Sorry," I mumbled. "You scared me a bit."

He smiled and held out his hand for me to shake. "Doctor Carlisle Cullen at your service."

"Jazmine Adams," I replied.

"I hope my sons haven't been too much trouble." The look on my face must have said it all. "They mean well," he chuckled.

"Jasper is the only one that's half decent," I muttered. "No offense or anything!"

"None taken. Emmett seems to have taken a particular liking to you. Edward as well."

I noticed someone lurking at the end of the hall. "Uh. . . Doctor Cullen?"

"Carlisle, please. I know they're back there. They don't know that I know they're following me." He winked. "Nurses!"

"Uh-huh." I couldn't help thinking he was stereotyping the poor nurses. Surely a few were still diligently watching over their patients.

"Here." He handed me a piece of paper with an Old English type scrawl over it. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call."

I watched him walk down the hall before I was being tapped on the shoulder. I wasn't as surprised, because this time I actually heard the footsteps. Therefore, it wasn't one of the Cullens with their stealth ninja walk.

"Excuse me," squirmed the nurse under my gaze. "Did he happen to give you his number?"

I wasn't too into lying, not that I didn't have enough occasions to lie. I just wasn't very good at it. "Uh. . . yea-" The nurse snatched the sheet of paper out of my hand and waved to the waiting mob at the end of the hall. A cheer went up, and I had a feeling Carlisle wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

Jasper tapped my shoulder. I basically turned around and told him that him and his ninja walk could go to the bad place.

"How ungrateful," he huffed. "I'm your ride back to school."

I made a face. "I should be ungrateful if you're taking me back to prison."

He looked skeptical. "Do you have another suggestion?"

"In fact, I do."

"What?"

"I'm hungry. I want Chinese."

"Ed should be back with your sub soon."

"I changed my mind. He was too slow. He should eat it instead of me anyway. He needs some more meat on his bones."

Jasper smiled at that a little secretly. "As you wish, M'Lady."

We took an uneventful trip to the parking lot that ended in me staring open mouthed at a gorgeous yellow Ferrari. He must've noticed the shocked silence as my jaw dangled a couple feet below my chin. Yeah. So I exagerrated a little. Dane Cook must hate me.

"Alice's," he explained. "She gave me the keys when she got here."

I eased into the luxurious plush seats with a supressed sigh. Okay. I guess I wouldn't be suing the clothes off their backs anytime soon.

"Like it?"

"Yeah. But I'm more of an old car person." What can I say? Thunderbirds are awesome!

"Hmm," he said non-commitedly. "You're very unusual. What about the new hybrids?"

I kind of racked my brains. "Ah. I'm not too into cars, but I've seen a few, and they were pretty sweet."

He smiled. "What's your make-up color?"

". . . brown?"

He laughed. "Finally, a girl with some sense!"

I grinned. He was kind of sweet in a non-toxic way. Now, I know where the brains of the family went. I looked outside at the passing cars and buildings for awhile. It was peaceful. Cars are always like that. You can always feel the steady vibrations through the seat unless you hit the pothole in front of the courthouse that the Mayor refuses to fill in since the president wrecked there. I smiled.

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Sleep seemed to have got me again. I fluttered my eyes and registered that it was dark. I sat up and stretched my arms. I was pretty sure it hadn't been too late when we had left. My cast hit something hard. I heard a grunt and saw Jasper look up from scrolling trough his iPod.

"Still hungry," he asked questioningly.

I nodded. "What time is it?"

"7:30."

"Holy crap! I have a test tomorrow!"

"At the brick prison?"

"Good grades and being there are two totally different things."

"Sure, they are," he said as he got out of the car. I followed in a somewhat panic.

"What are you doing?! I just said I have a test tomorrow! Take me home!"

He swirled around on one heel to face my rampage. "I've driven all the way here, listened to my iPod that has been butchered once again by Alice, and waited on you to wake up for two hours. Lord, help me if you don't eat something!"

When he put it like that, it seemed downright ungrateful of me to refuse his offer, so I decided I would do my best to eat him out of house and home. Okay, so he may not lose the house, but maybe the car.

We walked into the dubiously named Ming Yoa and were given a two-person table. Jasper pushed his menu toward me.

"Are you ready," asked the waiter as he took out one of those little pads of paper and a pen. I couldn't help but notice how he rather glanced in my direction a lot.

Jasper gestured to me. "You first."

I stared at the menu filled with dishes I probably couldn't pronounce if I wanted to and began rattling off attempts at the names. The waiter kept smiling and nodding until I ran out of breath.

His eyes darted between Jasper and me for a moment. "Ah. . . Will that be all?"

"Yes," said Jasper.

"So, you're having-" The waiter stopped when Jasper help up a hand.

"You don't have to read it," he said.

The waiter nodded and left. That made me the only thing available that Jasper could stare at. I did not like him staring but could not bring myself to be angry at all. Or minorly ticked off. Just the slightest bit annoyed.

"So, you're eating ten main courses, three appetizers, and two dozen donuts," he asked with skepticism.

"Got a problem with it?"

"If you get fat one day, don't blame me."

"I will. I'll also blame you for that F I'm fixing to make in history." Technically, there might be a slight possibility that I'm the one who's fault this whole mess is, but who wants to get technical? It's much easier to blame it all on hot rich men.

When the first course came, I dug in. I wasn't worried about how it looked just about how fast the food was getting into my mouth. At first, I just wanted to embarass the hell out of him, but I eventually just ended up being ravenous and some what calmed down. After finishing a grand total of both appetizers, three full meals, and half a plate of donuts, I couldn't go on.

Jasper waved a donut in my face and smirked, "Come on. You gotta finish your food."

"Go die," I replied graciously.

"That's rather difficult," he smiled.

"I could simplify that if you like."

"I doubt it."

The waiter glanced between us. "A box," he asked.

"Yeah," said Jasper with that ever gracious smile that almost drove me insane. "More than one, please."

I made an effort to look him in the eyes. "Come to think of it. . . You haven't eaten a single bite."

He wrinkled his nose. "I- I don't like Chinese."

I held up the discarded donut. "Hello! Sugar!"

"I don't like sugar either," he said.

"What kind of human being are you? Next, I bet you despise Johnny Depp too." Doesn't everyone love the beloved Jack Sparrow?

"I respect him from a business view," he said off handedly.

"You're avoiding the question of sugar addiction," I said waving the donut in front of him. "I dare you to try it." Dear Lord! I sounded like his mother! A sure sign of insanity. . .

He wrinkled his nose. "I'd rather not."

From the way he looked at it, I was sure a donut had harmed him in a past life. "Sugar is like heaven in tiny shiny processed crystal form. Combined with a donut hole made of even more processed dough that has probably been frozen and cooked ten times over, it is definitely not good for you. Therefore, it's delicious."

He chuckled and finally popped the donut into his mouth after a few minutes of glaring. I thought he might spit it right back in my face for a minute. "Gosh," I said still not entirely convinced of his sugar hate. "What did you do to your taste buds?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

He stood up nad grabbed the check before leaving to pay the bill. I sucked on a straw in the complimentary water that automatically comes with your meal. Jasper was gone, and I suddenly felt a bit more like myself. Recless and a little worried. The history test was looming closer with every moment I wasted talking to this sugar-hating freak.

The waiter sat the boxes down and glanced around a bit before sliding into a seat opposite me.

"What are you doing," I hissed.

"Afraid you boyfriend will be jealous," he sneered.

"He's not -" I recognized him. "Mark Stone?" I'm afraid that I was too astounded. He looked smug.

"Small town," he shrugged.

"Yeah right. You moved to L.A. two years ago. You haven't been in a 'small town' for quite awhile."

He shrugged again. Acquired habit? "The 'rents just decided to up and move again last week."

"For sure," I replied sarcastically. I noticed his eyes were focused on something over my head. It was Jasper.

"Ready," he hissed.

Who spit on his apple? That's exactly why people need sugar. "Duh. I didn't even want to come in the first place." I felt Mark's eyes bore holes into my back, but it didn't really bother me for some reason.

Jasper and I wandered out into the car. As soon as we got in, I put my seat belt on. Jasper didn't.

"If we wreck, you'll be the one with his guts splashed over the pavement," I said off handedly.

He chuckled and seemed to cheer up. At least enough to make idle conversation all the way to my house. He was a strange one that death would make him happy. Perhaps he is in Edward's secret cult?

I told him to let me out at the Jiffy. I wasn't into strange death loving men knowing where I lived.

"You're joking, right," he asked when I demanded release.

"Of course!" I rolled my eyes. "Because I totally live at the Jiffy!"

He made a wierd face that was a cross between a pout and a you-are-an-idiot look. "I'm serious."

"I am too," I said with as much force that I could muster, because I was quickly losing my resolve. Ever since I had been with Jasper, it seemed like I was not like my normal self. I usually had the resolve of a brick wall.

"I'm not dropping you off there," he spat while looking at the goup of boys by the wall smoking cigarettes. In all reality, I knew most of the people there, but I was not one of their fans or followers.

"I'll survive," I said.

He rolled his eyes. "How? Pray tell."

"I'm a pretty good fighter," I said off handedly.

"You're in a cast," he said in a frustrated voice. "What are you going to do?! Beat 'em with it?!"

"Why not?!" I bristled. Was he sexist?! Just because I was a girl didn't mean I was helpless!

He threw his hands up. "You're a stubborn fool!"

"What's your problem? Just let me out and go home!"

"No! Carlisle would kill me!"

I rolled my eyes. "Stop exagerrating."

"Why? You do it."

I grabbed the door handle and began to yank on it to no avail. I turned to glare at Jasper. He had a face that bordered on angry and was holding the lock button down.

"Fine," I growled. "Go two blocks, take a right, and it's the second building on the left. Can't miss it." It was either let him drive me or kick his window out. The car was too pretty for the latter. I watched the lights flash by in a smoldering rage. Jasper had been demoted from decent.

"Carlisle wouldn't really kill me," he ventured hesitantly. "But he might strand me in Canada for a few days."

I rolled my eyes. "Still exagerrating."

"Not really," he smiled.

We pulled up at my apartment building. It wasn't the best in town, but it was definitely not the worst. I made a point to not look back at him as I walked inside especially when he revved the engine before driving off. Obnoxious turd. I felt a wave of supressed annoyance, worry, and a little apprehension wash over me as I unlocked my door. It seemed like I was more worried about the test than I had realized.

Guess what I did first? Studied? No! I prayed. I had had a strange day and even though I was quite sure some of it would soon be forgotten, I wasn't about to not tell someone about it. God seemed to be the man. He was the one who had created this insane world anyway.

"Dear God," I said in reverence. "Please don't ever let me cross paths with those cultists again. Or at least that family. They're all psychotic. What were you thinking when you made them?"

I didn't think I would ever see them again, but Fate hates me.

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A/N: MoM will now be updated weekly. Please stick around for the continuation of dear Jaz's life. I shall do my best to make it filled with hilarity, action, and romance. Maybe a little mystery and thriller thrown in there as well. Enjoy! And please comment/review!