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APOV

I walked into the house, my breath catching. It was even more beautiful inside. There were hardwood floors and the walls were painted a nice tan shade and artwork hung everywhere. The whole house gave off a very put together vibe, but I felt comfortable at the same time.

"Your bedroom is up the stairs, second door on the right." I squealed and raced up the stairs. I reached my bedroom door and flung it open. My mouth dropped in amazement. There was no way this was my room!

The walls were painted a dark purple and the bed was pushed up against the far wall. It had a metal frame around it with a funky chandelier hanging in the middle of it. My sheets were black and white with a cool design on them. There was a black wardrobe right beside it There was a huge window where I could look out with dark purple curtains. Adjacent to my bed was a dressing table with an oval mirror to use. The floor was white carpet with multiple rugs everywhere.

The whole room screamed me. I had no idea how anybody knew me well enough to put together a room like that.

"Do you like it?" A voice asked from behind, scaring the crap out of me. I jumped about three feet in the air and whirled around to see who would have the decency to do that to me.

I turned around and saw one of the most gorgeous guys leaning against my doorframe. He had blonde hair and these brilliant green eyes. His body looked pretty toned, too. I was pretty sure I was drooling.

"You gave me a heart attack," I scowled.

He laughed quietly. "I'm pretty sure I knocked first." He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Oh," I said embarrassed, "I guess I was just caught up in admiring my room."

"I noticed." He replied.

"Wait. Not to seem rude or anything, but who are you and why are you in my aunt's house?" I inquired.

"Well, your aunt is a friend of my mom's. She asked me to come by and see how you were while she was at work. Oh, she said she was sorry she couldn't be here when you arrived." He answered.

I nodded at his answer. "You still didn't tell me your name." I said, almost flirtatiously.

The guy moved closer to me, which kind of freaked me out, but his beauty was breath taking.

"It's James."

"It's a nice name," I whispered. He was about an inch away from me. I tilted my head up, he was really tall. He started to lean towards me and I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash as my door flew open. I hadn't realized it had shut.

"Whoops, my bad," A kid about my age said, looking pointedly at James.

I gazed at him. If James was gorgeous, this guy was beyond words gorgeous. He had light blonde hair that curled. His blue eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. He looked pretty toned too.

"How about trying not to interrupt anything," James practically growled at him. I looked up at him. What was his problem with this guy?

"I didn't realize I was interrupting anything," His words dripped with bitterness. "I'll just get back to work."

"That would be a wise thing to do." James hissed at him. The guy left the room and all the warm air seemed to be sucked out with him.

I stared at the door, wondering what the heck just happened.

"Sorry about that," James said smoothly, "He sometimes forgets his place."

I put my hands on my hips. "What is his place?" I challenged him.

"Jasper is a simple gardener. He takes care of you aunt's lawn and flowers. I have no idea why he was even in your house." James said.

All I caught was his name. Jasper. I liked it. What really bugged me was that James was being so arrogant. Did it really matter that Jasper kept my aunt's lawn? Wait, it was my lawn now too. Jasper worked for me. Weird. That I did not like.

I then realized that James was still in my room. I looked at him, then my suitcase, and then back at him.

He seemed to get the message quite easily. "I'll let you unpack. Call me if you need me for anything."

He left my room and I heard him walk out my door. I looked out my window and watched him drive away in a shiny, probably brand new, Mercedes. It seemed like everyone drove nice cars around here.

I turned back to my room and decided to start unpacking. The house seemed too quiet for me so I plugged my iPod into my speakers and put it on shuffle.

I was dancing along to Music is My Boyfriend by Skye Sweetnam when I heard the door downstairs open. Curious to know who it was, I shut off my music and crept to the stairs.

I peered over the edge and looked down to see a very posh looking woman standing in the hallway on her cell phone.

"Yes, I know that, but my niece is arriving today. I can't exactly let her settle in alone, can I?" There was a pause, and even from all the way upstairs I could hear the muffled voice. They must have said something that upset my aunt because she replied stiffly, "Obviously you have no compassion." And hung up her phone sighing.

I decided to make my presences known and bounced down the stairs. My aunt looked at me in surprise.

"My flight landed early," I explained.

"Ah. Good thing I sent Albert there early." I nodded my head in agreement.

We both stood there for a minute, slightly awkward.

"Did James come by? I asked him to, I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no, it was fine. He seemed perfectly alright to me," I chirped.

"That's good. He's usually around with his mother, so I'm glad you guys get along." She said. "Are you unpacked?"

"Almost, but I'm kind of tired so I figured I would finish it off tomorrow." I said. "I think I might lay out by the pool for a bit, Ms. Brandon."

My aunt held up her hand. "I know I haven't talked to you or kept in touch, but please, call me Aunt Karen, or just Karen if you prefer."

I smiled up at her. "Okay, Aunt Karen." I headed upstairs and changed into my bathing suit. I grabbed a towel on my way down and slid open the glass doors to reveal a kidney shaped pool.

I put my towel on the first chair I saw and laid down on it. The sun's rays beat on my skin and there was a slight breeze that rustled the trees just so. I was listening to the rhythm of this as I slowly fell into a slumber.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

I slowly woke up to an odd snipping noise. What the heck was it?

I groggily looked around, trying to figure out my surroundings. I knew I was at my aunt's house, but where was that snipping noise coming from?

I craned my neck around, even stood up on my tiptoes to find the mysterious noise. Then, I heard a chuckle. I whipped around and saw Jasper, holding a pair of hedge clippers.

I hit myself on the forehead, feeling very stupid.

This, of course, made him laugh again. "What's so funny?' I demanded.

"You," He said, in between his laughter.

I glared at him until he finally stopped. "Are you done now?" I snapped at him. I hated being laughed at.

"No need to overreact, Ms. Brandon," He sneered. I stared up at him. I had forgotten he worked for my aunt, and hearing him call me that just sounded wrong.

"It's the twentieth century. You can call me Alice, you know." I said, somewhat sarcastic.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," he snapped at me, "I called you Ms. Brandon because I didn't know your first name."

I felt myself turn red. "I didn't mean for it to sound that way." I mumbled at his shoes.

"Whatever, you're just a spoiled brat, who thinks that you're better than everyone else." He sneered.

"No, I'm no—" I started to say.

"Save it. I have to finish your bushes, princess." He turned and left me standing there.

I felt horrible. I hadn't meant to sound spoiled, nor did I mean to offend him. I was trying to be friends and I ended up making an even larger mess out of it. There had to be a way to make it up to him.

Jasper and I were going to be friends.

So, thus ends the second chapter. Should I do a chapter in Jasper's point of view?

Let me know your ideas.