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Jasper's Point Of View

I put my hand on my head, exhaling loudly and trying hard not to look at the beautiful girl a few tables over. Roland kept talking to me about something pointless. His voice was like a low humming in my ear. I just wanted him to go away so I could talk to the girl.

Right on cue, the librarian walked in and said, "Roland Billard!" I always smiled when someone said his name. His parents had fun naming him, that's for sure.

Roland stopped talking and spun around, wide-eyed.

"Y-yes?" he stuttered. He gulped and stood up.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked sternly, crossing her arms and eyeing him.

"I was, um, talking to Jasper, miss," he said meekly, avoiding eye contact with the strict librarian.

I quickly glanced at the girl, seeing her eyes widen slightly, then turned back in the other direction. I realized that she probably just found out my name.

"Where is your detention slip?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She was quite the sassy one, I'd say.

"I…I don't have one," he replied.

"Go, Roland, before I actually give you a detention and mark up that perfect record of yours." I chuckled as he scowled at her.

He turned back to me and said, "see ya, Jazz," and strode past the librarian and out the door. I nodded at the librarian as she followed him out.

The girl and I were all alone. I tried to decide on what to say to her. Maybe a simple "Hi," or "Hello, I'm Jasper. What's your name?"

I sighed, inhaled, and was about to speak when a soft voice said, "I'm Bella."

My head whipped around and I saw the beautiful brunette smiling at me, making my heart skip a few beats.

Bella.

"Bella Swan," she said.

Bella Swan. It had a ring to it.

I smiled softly and said, "I'm Jasper. Jasper Hale."

Her chocolate eyes stared back at me, making me melt inside. She had her hands folded on the table and her legs resting on the chair across from her. I decided to make a bold move.

I stood up, pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. She blushed.

Bella Swan.

Bella's Point Of View

My heart stopped and my cheeks flooded. My palms were sweaty and I felt dizzy.

Jasper Hale.

His name was nothing short of perfect. My list of names I had made earlier seemed lame compared to the god-like name he had. Just thinking of it gave me jitters.

I was shocked when he stood up and sat next to me. I could feel myself blush madly, but I tried to hide it.

He was so close. I could reach out and touch him. I could smell his cologne and it smelled amazing. I just wanted to get closer.

He held out his hand. "Nice to officially meet you, Bella," he said in his perfect voice.

I almost sighed in happiness. Almost.

I took his hand and shook it. Feeling his soft skin gave me goose-bumps, so I pulled back a little faster than usual in fear of him seeing them all over my arms.

"You too," I replied with a smile. "So, what are you in for?" I asked curiously, even though I already knew; any excuse to talk to him some more.

"I was late for class. Slept in," he replied, holding a smirk on his smooth lips. God, he was gorgeous.

"Oh yeah, I heard that," I said, acting stupid. Why me? Why am I stupid? Ugh.

"Yeah, I was up all night, thinking," he said, looking away.

"About what?" I asked. Then, before I could take back the invasiveness of my words, he answered.

"A girl…" he whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. And I wish I didn't. My heart sank, and I looked at the floor.

He had been thinking of another girl. I knew a boy like this would already have a girlfriend. But, at least I knew now that he wasn't gay. Every cloud has a silver lining, I suppose.

"Oh," was all I could muster. I tried to hide the sadness in my voice, but was unsuccessful.

"You know her," he said. I continued staring at the floor, trying to think of all the girls I met this week. Jessica, Lauren, Angela…

"Look at me," he said. My heart stopped for the second time, and I brought my head up slowly, staring into his hazel eyes. They seemed to sparkle.

He smiled.

"Don't mind me asking," I said slowly, carefully. "But, who is she?" I held my breath.

He looked down, then back up at me, smiling brightly.

"You," he whispered.

I almost died. Right then and there, I could have dropped dead and gone to heaven. But, heaven could never be as good as that moment. He was my own piece of heaven.

"Ever since I bumped into you in the hallway," he said, and then furrowed his brow. "Sorry about that, by the way."

I laughed lightly.

"Yeah, just, ever since we met, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I wanted to know your name so badly. It was driving me crazy, Bella." The sound of my name on his lips was too perfect.

"Neither could I," I admitted, blushing madly. "I almost killed my father, just for your name." I laughed.

This was the best detention ever.

Jasper's Point Of View

She had the most beautiful laugh I had ever heard. It was like music to my ears.

I was so glad I had finally told her everything that was on my mind. This was the first opportunity to really talk to her, and I will never regret taking it, not for a second.

Bella and I talked for the majority of the detention. Every once in a while she would blush, and it made me smile. Everything about her was beautiful, and I didn't think I deserved meeting such a girl. She was amazing in every way, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

"…So me and the girls were just running from this cop, and I swear, I have never gotten in trouble by the law in my life, right? So I was freaking out…" I was listening to every word she was saying, soaking her all in, and nodding and laughing along to her story, when the librarian walked in.

"No talking!" she said, hands on her hips. Bella and I looked at each other briefly and turned to face her.

"Sorr—" began Bella.

"Shush!" the librarian said, putting a finger to her lips. I saw the corner of Bella's lips twitch.

The grumpy old librarian sat down in her computer chair and started clicking and typing away.

I crossed my arms and lowered my head, tilting it so Bella could see my eyes through my blonde shag, and winked.