I don't own Twilight

Jasper's Point of View

The detention continued in a comfortable silence. Every time I would look at Bella, she would blush a beautiful crimson, and look away. I wanted to push my chair closer to her, but I didn't, in fear of breaking my normal comfort zone and being creepy.

I leaned back against my chair and crossed my arms, scanning the shelves for any books that looked interesting. When I had realized I had read most of them already, I pushed my head back against the shelf behind me, hard. Gently, I rubbed the back of my head and looked to see if I had knocked anything out of its place, while also glancing to see if Bella had noticed.

She hadn't. Thank God.

When I glanced behind me, I noticed, on the top shelf, and book with its spine peeking out further then that rest of its companions. I wanted to fix it, but I couldn't reach it. I huffed.

Bella looked at me, a confused expression painting her flawless face. I pointed my finger at the outstanding book that was sticking out of its place and she nodded in understanding.

I heard the librarian groan at her desk, and raised my eyebrow in her direction. The librarian looked up, her hand on her stomach, and said, "Um, excuse me, I…I don't feel too well. I'll be in the bathroom. I won't be gone long. Stay here and no talking!" and she bolted out of the library.

I sighed. Finally.

"I hit my head on the shelf behind me and knocked that book out of place," I confessed, answering Bella's unasked question.

"I'll fix it," she said, and stood on her chair, reaching her arm out to make contact with the book. I felt oddly worried for her safety as she did so, and bit my lip in anxiety.

This could end badly, I thought.

And my intuition was right. Bella went to shift her feet forward a bit, for a better angle, when one of her feet slipped off the edge of her chair, and she fell towards the ground.

Bella's Point of View

I tumbled off the chair, and twisted my body to try to keep my balance. Unfortunately, it wasn't working too well. I was in a kind of limbo, flailing back and forth but not falling or becoming stable. It was incredibly embarrassing and I wished I hadn't tried to fix that stupid book.

Apparently, Jasper thought it was time enough to help me out and he stood up just as I fell forward. Collapsing on the floor, on top of him, was probably the most intensely conflicted experience of my life. On the one hand, I was incredibly embarrassed, having fallen on top of him roughly five minutes after meeting him. Yet…his eyes were looking into mine and his hands were resting on my hips, tingling the skin there.

"You okay?" His voice was soft and concerned and I tried not to kiss him.

"Yeah, this kind of thing happens a lot, actually." I tried not to blush deeper, and failed.

"You lay on top of a lot of boys, do you?" His tone was teasing, eyes mischievous, and I giggled.

For a minute neither of us moved, then the librarian's heels clicked on the hallway outside and we both jumped. Scrambling into the desks and trying not to laugh, we barely got in position in time for the librarian. She gave us a quick glance, then went to her desk and started stapling papers.

I wanted to talk to him again. As I thought of ways to do that, I absent-mindedly looked around the library. I noticed a recycle bin about three feet away from me. I glanced at Jasper (the name still gave me jitters); he wasn't looking at me. His head was resting on the table, his face looking in the other direction.

I stretched my arm out and swiped a sheet of blank paper from the bin. I grabbed my blue pen out of my pocket and wrote one word.

Hi.

I poked his shoulder and slid the paper to him. When he lifted his head, he smirked.

Did you just grab this paper from the recycle bin, Bella?

I felt myself turn beat red. I was so embarrassed.

….No.

Why do you seem so embarrassed?

I slapped my hand to my forehead and heard him chuckle.

Because you saw me creeping the recycle bin!

"Creeping the recycle bin?" Nice choice of words.

I thought so.

So…are you hanging out with your boyfriend this weekend?

He seemed nervous. I figured he just realized he didn't know for a fact if I was taken or not. I decided to have some fun.

I have a boyfriend? When was I going to be told?

You don't?

Not that I know of…

A girl like you…without a boyfriend? Impossible.

I was just about to respond when the first bell rang. I inwardly cursed.

Jasper and I both stood up and I crumpled the paper.

"No, I do not have a boyfriend, Jasper," I replied to his note.

He looked at the ground and then at me. "That can be changed."

I blushed and he added, "What class do you have next?"

"Umm…History with D'Angelo. Why?"

He sighed. "That's in the opposite direction as me." His eyes looked sad.

"Oh…" I didn't know what to say.

"Well, let's go." He walked me to the door, and with one last glance, we parted.

I couldn't stop smiling the rest of the day.

Bouncing around the kitchen I put dinner together for Charlie and I. I knew he noticed my good mood, and I knew he was going to ask me about it, but for now he kept quiet. I was slicing the green pepper when the phone rang and just let Charlie answer it; which turned out to be a bad idea, actually.

"Bells? Phone's for you."

"Oh? I wasn't expecting anyone." I looked at him curiously, wiping my hands on a towel to get the green pepper seeds off.

"It's a boy." My eyes popped and I wondered at how pre-teen girl my Dad sounded.

Taking the phone, I cautiously said hello, not sure what to expect.