Chapter Seven

Ok, it's been three days by accident. I will get back to my 'update every two days' scenario. Anyway, you know that feeling you get when you read a lovely review? Well, I got that feeling from the reviews on last chapter. Thank you so much.

Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight blah blah blah. I do own Alessandria 'Sandy' Mitchell and her plotline.

Sandy POV

A week passed. I met Carlisle and Esme, the adoptive parents of my new group of friends and loved them to pieces. Esme was a lovely woman with caramel coloured hair and a sweet smile. She was everyone's version of the perfect mother: caring, compassionate, a great listener and she could cook better than anyone I'd ever known. Carlisle was also great. He seemed gentle and kind and welcomed me with open arms. He had bright blonde hair and, like the rest of the family, was absolutely stunning. I preferred honey coloured blondes though. I did wonder if Jasper, who worried about my eating habits more than even Lance did, had spoken to his father about them because Carlisle had casually informed me that a little more fat in my diet wouldn't go amiss. Then again, he was a doctor so I listened to his advice. Rosalie and I were closer friends than I was with anyone else in the Cullen family and almost as close as Lance and I were. And then there was Jasper. I was close to him but it was a different bond than I'd ever had with anyone before. He made my heart stutter and my breath hitch just by being in the same room as me. Electricity shot through me at alarming rates with the slightest brush of his cold skin. I blushed shamefully every time I blurted something out without thinking or said anything that sounded remotely like an innuendo. He always had a special look on his face around me, one I noticed that he didn't have around anyone else. It made me blush without fail every time I saw it. I knew I had rapidly growing feelings towards him but there was something he wasn't telling me. Something big.

"You look lost in thought," an extremely recognisable voice said and I looked up, immediately smiling at the perfect boy in front of me.

"Hey Jasper. Yeah, I was just thinking about little things," I said, waving my hand dismissively. He grinned, causing my heart to palpitate and sat down in his usual spot across from me. It was Tuesday third period and my Biology class had been cancelled as the teacher was ill. I'd relocated to the library in the hopes of at least trying to study.

"I can see you've made leaps and bounds with independent study," Jasper commented in a slightly sarcastic tone, gesturing to my blank sheet of paper and my closed textbook. I'd been there for half an hour already.

"Yeah, it looks like I need my study partner to get anything done," I said sadly, adding in a dramatic sigh for effect. His expression changed to his special look and my blush arrived right on cue.

"Let's solve that problem then," he suggested. And so we studied, with me frequently stealing glances at Jasper to find him already looking at me. This resulted in me blushing and turning away. We studied for half an hour and then Jasper had to go to Psychology. I decided to walk him there as I'd agreed to meet Rose to go shopping and our meeting spot was on the way. When we reached it, Rose wasn't there yet and Jasper offered to wait.

"Won't you be late?" I asked, sitting on a bench. He shrugged.

"I'll just flash an award winning smile and it'll be fine," he told me and I grinned, shaking my head. All of Jasper's teachers were putty in his hands. That grin was deadly. Jasper suddenly looked nervous and I frowned.

"Jasper, what's wrong?" I asked carefully, resisting the urge to place my hand on his arms. He swallowed.

"Sandy . . ." he trailed off quietly. I tried not to think about how wonderful my name sounded when he said it. I'd talked him out of calling me Alessandria with a little effort. I had never seen him like this. Nothing seemed to faze him and here he was, looking scared. This was the one who had scared Steven Matthews off with only the words 'leave her alone' and a petrifying glare.

"Jasper, you're making me nervous. Whatever you have to say, just say it. My mum used to say 'spit it out before you choke'," I said, smiling nostalgically at the memory of my mother. His expression softened although there was a hint of curiosity.

"Sandy . . ." he began again. My breathing hitched in anticipation.

Jasper POV

I had never been so nervous about anything before in my exceedingly long life. But I would 'spit it out' as Sandy so eloquently put it although I was curious to the use of past tense in reference to her mother.

"Will you go to prom with me?" I blurted out quickly. Her expression went blank and I feared that I'd spoke too fast for her human ears to register. But then I looked into her emotions. There was plain shock, confusion and utter delight. The latter emotion was the one that quickly became dominant and her expression quickly changed to match it.

"Of course I'll go with you," she said with quiet excitement but inside, she was bubbling with happiness. I noted this with pure relief. I smiled widely at her and I heard her heart stutter as it did so often around me. I daringly leaned in and placed a gently kiss on her smooth cheek before pulling away.

"Goodbye Sandy," I said, loving the way her name slid from my tongue. She blushed heavily and gave me a small wave. I turned and walked towards Psychology. Rose was smirking at me from where she was leaning against a pillar.

"It's about time," she said simply then walked over to Sandy who immediately started talking at high speed. I smiled and left them to it.

Rose POV

I didn't even get the chance to say hello to Sandy before she started talking.

"Rose, Jasper asked me to prom! It was so cute, he was so nervous. I just wanted to hug him. Then I said yes and he looked so happy and he kissed my cheek! I thought I was going to pass out with happiness and shock. Oh, it was wonderful!" she gushed and I listened with growing amusement. She was obviously thrilled at the prospect of going to prom with Jasper. I led her to my car and listened as she gave me a detailed description of everything Jasper had said and done during their conversation. I had witnessed it myself and her memory was extremely good for a human.

"You need a dress," I pointed out when she finally stopped for air. Her face paled dramatically and she gaped like a goldfish.

"Right, I do! We need to go looking now! I would love to design it myself but I have no idea where I would get it made, let alone on such short notice," she said and I could almost see the wheels in her head turning.

"Don't worry about that. I've got it covered," I assured her. I had the perfect place that would love to make any dress she designed. I'd seen her sketches and she was damn good. I knew she'd design her perfect prom dress. Then I saw her expression. She didn't look happy. She looked like when I bought her the Blackberry to replace the phone she'd destroyed.

"Rose, I don't want you spending lots of money," she moaned, looking at me disbelievingly. She didn't like us spending lots of money on her, just like Bella. I just smiled before I found a way that she might agree.

"You could make it up to me by designing a dress for me," I suggested airily and her expression immediately transformed to excitement.

"Ok, deal." I could practically see the thought bubble above her head running through different fabrics, lengths, sleeves, necklines and colours. I couldn't wait to see what she came up with.

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I don't know how she did it. I gave her some suggestions and we looked for ideas and inspiration when we went shopping but I didn't expect anything for at least three days and only a couple of designs at that. So I was completely baffled when, the very next day, Sandy came to where I was sitting with my family at break and slammed a black leather folder with my name in red across it. She was wearing a short red tartan skirt that reached mid thigh (Jasper started glaring at anyone who stared at her), showing off her fantastic legs and knee high black suede boots with a black tank top and a black leather jacket. We all stared at the folder questioningly. It looked bulky. I was the first to speak.

"Sandy, what is that?" I asked, still staring at the folder in question.

"That, my dear Rose, is a folder full of ideas for your prom dress," she answered and I snapped my head up to look at her in shock.

"You did all this last night?" I asked in bewilderment. She laughed and I saw Jasper smile at the sound.

"Of course not." I frowned in confusion. "I did my designs too, which I need your help with deciding on." And she pulled out a folder from her bag identical to mine except it had her name on it and placed it next to mine.

"Were you up all night?" Jasper asked worriedly and I noticed the shadows under her eyes. She shrugged.

"I got a few hours sleep. When inspiration knocks, I answer. As you can see, I keep going until I can't go anymore," she explained, gesturing vaguely to the two folders. Jasper continued to look worried.

"Can we look at these at my house after school?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I finish by fourth lesson although I'll be studying with Jasper then." I saw her blush at the mention of Jasper.

"I finish during fifth lesson. Jazz, are you willing to sacrifice one of your study periods so Sandy can join me on girly pursuits?" I asked, eyes sparkling mischievously. I knew he would be mad that I was taking Sandy away from one of their rare alone moments. But Sandy shot him a pleading look and he melted instantly.

"Alright, but we study extra hard tomorrow," he said in a resigned tone. Sandy squealed, surprising everyone. She didn't seem like the squealing type. She pecked Jasper on the cheek and bounded off to lesson. Jasper was left looking dazed which caused Emmett to laugh uproariously.

"She's got you whipped!" he cried gleefully. Everyone smirked but Jasper simply sat there with a small smile on his face.

"Wasn't that worth it just to see her happy and get a little kiss?" I teased, rising from my chair. If he could have blushed, I knew he would have. As it was, he just sat there in a daze. He had it bad.

Aw, that was really cute, I think. And I'm not one to fly my own broom but I'm pretty proud of that chapter.

Preview:

The Volturi had discovered that a human was about to know about vampire existence – my human.

Love Bianca :) x