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BPOV

"So...are we going to talk about the elephant in the room or are we just going to stare at each other over our eggs?" Emmett bellowed as we sat at our table in the diner.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, "I have no idea what elephant you speak of, Emmybear."

Raising his eyebrows, he pounded a fist on the table, "So, we're all just going to pretend like we didn't just find Edward pantsless in the hallway?"

Rose spit her coffee out, Jasper dropped his fork onto his plate, and I raised my glass of orange juice, toasting him sarcastically, "I'll drink to that."

Jasper smiled, placing his hand on my leg under the table, rubbing gentle reassuring strokes.

Rose wiped at her mouth and said, "Well, I want to talk about it."

I took a bite of my eggs, "Why?"

"Because he just met her. And he's supposed to be all upset over Tanya, according to you. So why is he hooking up with Alice,"she said her name with disgust, "In my guest room?"

"Did you ever stop and think that maybe that's why he did it? To get over Tanya? Cut him some slack, Rose. If I'm not mad at them, then you shouldn't be."

Jasper's hand stopped moving on my leg then, "What's that supposed to mean?"

I swallowed hard and stammered, realizing I had said something I shouldn't have, "What?"

"You implied that if anyone were to have a reason to be mad, it was you. And I want to know why you feel that you're entitled to feel that way. Do you have some unspoken claim over Edward that I don't know about?"

I shook my head, "Don't be silly. I misspoke. Let's drop this stupid conversation."

Rose and Emmett glanced at us uncomfortably as Jasper went on, "It's only stupid because you don't know how to explain this to me."

I touched his arm, "Jazz, I didn't mean anything by it," he pulled his arm away then and I put my head down on the table, murmuring, "I don't know what to say."

Emmett spoke up then, trying to save me, "Why don't we forget my dumbass little brother for awhile and go do something fun?"

I picked my head up to look at Jasper, smiling, "Yeah, come on, Jazzy let's go show them how good you are at SkeeBall."

He shook his head no, standing up to leave, "I'm not in the mood, I just want to go home."

He told us he'd be in the Jeep and started walking to the door. I jumped up to follow him and we walked outside.

"Jasper, please talk to me."

He turned to face me, "What's there to talk about, Bella?"

"I'm sorry that I said that. I didn't mean anything by it. Old habits die hard I guess. That used to be something that I would get mad about. But I'm not, like I said to Rose."

He eyed me skeptically, "What you don't understand is that I've become pretty attuned to you. I've been learning to gauge your emotions and I can see with my own two eyes that you're upset. It's all over your face."

"The only thing I'm upset about, Mr. Mood Reader, is that we're wasting our perfectly good Sunday talking about Edward's sluttiness," I said as I stepped closer to him, taking his hand.

A slow, wry smirk spread across his face, "Well, what do you suggest we talk about then?"

I wrapped my arms around him, placing a kiss below his ear, "I thought we could start with this," I placed another kiss on his ear, before flitting my tongue out to his earlobe, "And this."

He shuddered, making a noise that was sexy and animalistic all at once, "Keep talking."

I kept gently licking and nipping at his earlobe, and said, "I think we should have a much deeper conversation in your room, Tex."

He grabbed my hand, gently tugging me towards the door of the restaurant. As we walked in, he motioned to the waiter, "Check, please!"

I giggled as we walked back to Rose and Emmett. Everyone finished their meals, we paid, and walked back out to leave. The ride home was a lot more pleasant than the ride to the diner. Everyone loosened up and we were even joking around like normal. Jasper and I kissed most of the way home, even though Emmett kept stealing glances at us.

Eventually, he made eye contact with Jasper in the mirror and said, "Dude, I'm cool with you dating her but ew, do that shit behind closed doors. Sick."

I laughed, pulling away from Jasper for a second, "Can it, Em. I've been a witness to far too many of yours and Rose's twisted mating rituals."

He smiled wickedly, "This is true. But still it's weird."

Jasper chimed in then, "Yeah, well it's weird that I can't think about pancakes," he pretended to gag, "Without seeing your ass, you big fucking oaf."

Rose turned beet red, and Emmett whistled, "Funny, I can't think about any breakfast food without thinking of Rosie's perfect ass."

Rosalie smacked him then as we were pulling into her driveway, "Shut the hell up, Emmett." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she couldn't help but laugh.

As we parked the car, I looked over at my truck and noticed that Edward was sitting on the hood.

Rose noticed then, too, "What the hell is he still doing here?"

I shrugged, "I have no idea."

Emmett and Rose got out and went straight into the house. I guess they didn't want to deal with Edward drama.

Lucky bastards.

Jasper took my hand to help me out of the Jeep and he didn't let go of it as we walked over to see what was up with Edward.

Edward looked at me then with a hardness in his emerald eyes that disturbed me, "Um, Alice drove herself here last night. And I guess I was too drunk to remember that Emmett drove me here. Can you drive me home, Bell?"

I started to say something, but Jasper spoke up first, "Why didn't you get Alice to drive you home?"

Edward looked to Jasper with a look that clearly said back off, "Don't you think that would have been a little awkward, dude?"

"You didn't think it was awkward to sleep with her, bro, so why would it be weird to drive home with her?"

Edward hopped off the hood and I was sure there was about to be fisticuffs, but he just looked to Jasper, "I don't need your fucking input right now, Jazzy."

Edward looked to me then, "Can you take me home or not, Bella?"

Jasper stepped closer to Edward, so that they were almost nose to nose,"She can't. We're busy, chief, sorry."

And with that said, Jasper tugged on my arm and we stalked into the house.

Jasper found Emmett then, telling him as we passed him to go up the stairs, "Your asshole brother needs a ride home."

Jasper shut his bedroom door quietly before leading me over to the bed.

Lying in Jasper's bed always felt a little foreign to me. I'd only been in it a few times since we'd decided to be a couple. Most of the time it was completely innocent. Gentle kisses and hand holding while we watched a movie.

But today, Jasper wasted no time getting down to business. It was like he was trying to prove something to not only me, but to himself.

It shook me a little, but not enough to stop.

After a few minutes of intense kissing, I pulled away out of breath, "Jazz, are you okay?"

He kept kissing up and down my neck, pulling at the bottom of my shirt with frantic hands.

"I'm fine," he growled fiercely between kisses on my shoulder.

"It's just that...," I didn't finish because he hit a spot that made goosebumps raise on my body.

Kissing Jasper was always exciting, like he had the power to render my mood with his lips.

I pulled him closer to me, feeling the warmth of his body over mine, begging for him to devour me more.

He moaned lightly as I ran my hands up and down his strong arms, his muscles rippling as I did.

"You are so, so sexy, Jasper..." I whispered as I made it so that I was hovering above him now, slowly creeping down to kiss his jawline before capturing his mouth with my own. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand, holding me to him.

I was so turned on that all I wanted to do with him was go farther and farther. And I might have, if Jasper wouldn't have whispered against my lips, "I will make you forget him, Bella."

Confused, I pulled away, "What?"

He continued kissing me, saying against my lips, "Nothing, forget it."

Grabbing his hand and pulling it away from my head, I slowly rose to sit on top of him, my legs on both sides of his body.

I could feel his excitement from where I sat and that would normally turn me on to no end, but after his whispered confession, not so much.

I was so confused, I whispered, "What do you mean you can make me forget him? Who are you-,"

Then it dawned on me, "Are you talking about Edward? While we're kissing?!"

He put his hands over his face, sighing into them, "Of course I'm talking about Edward, Bella. That's what my life has become. A fucking walking joke with Edward as the punchline."

"What do you mean? We were fine, Jasper. What the hell is going on?"

He looked at me then, "Edward is always an issue and try as I may to forget his stupid ass, he just pops up out of nowhere to fuck everything up, all the time."

"Forgive me for being so thoroughly confused, but again, what the hell are you talking about? You were thinking of Edward while we were kissing? Should I be concerned?" I tried to joke, but really it was no laughing matter.

"Of course I'm not thinking about Edward but for some reason I can't escape the thought that you are."

"Why? Jazz, I didn't say a word to him outside, you spoke for me the whole time."

Exasperated, he sat up, gently pushing me off of him so he could stand, "I spoke for you because I couldn't stand to hear what you would say to him. How am I supposed to know that you wouldn't have dropped everything, all of our plans, to drive him home?"

"Um, because I didn't. I would never. You're my boyfriend, Jasper."

He threw his hands up in the air, "I chimed in first, Bella. I told him no. What if I wouldn't have?"

"I would have told him that I was hanging out with you, just like we had planned at the diner earlier! Just like we are, well were before you stopped us," I said with utter confusion lacing my voice.

What the hell was he so upset about? I was where I wanted to be. With Jasper, making out, possibly going farther and he stops me to talk about Edward?

What the hell?

"Bella, I can't say with certainty that you would have stayed. And that kills me. I just don't know."

I tried to make him get back in the bed with me and stop being so paranoid, "That's ridiculous. I'm here. Now, stop being crazy and kiss me, Tex." I tried to use my nickname for him to soften him up a bit and he still wouldn't budge.

He shook his head, defeated, "This is wrong. I thought I could handle it," his voice broke, "but I don't know if I can."

"What are you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?" I asked as my eyes filled with tears.

He didn't look me in the eyes, "I don't know what's up with me. I wanna be alone right now though, Bella. I'll call you later, promise."

What the fuck?

I didn't even do anything this time. At all. I went right along with everything he said today. I really didn't give a shit about Edward and Alice. I was with him, not Edward and yet I'm still getting bitched at.

Fine. Whatever.

He grabbed my hand as I stood up from the bed, but then changed his mind and dropped it.

I collected my things, not even bothering to try to kiss him goodbye as I slammed his bedroom door shut and ran down the steps and out to my truck.

I cried the whole way home.

This couldn't be all about Edward.

There had to be something else going on.

Sighing, I pulled into my driveway. I sat in the cab of my truck for a few minutes, with my head on the steering wheel, when I was startled by a knock on the window.

"Bells? You okay?"

I looked up to my dad, eyes red from crying, and said, "I'm fine, Dad. You leaving?"

He looked concerned, nodding his head, "You going to be okay? Should I call Esme? I'm sure she'd come over and talk with you."

My voice cracked, "No, I'm fine. She's with Carlisle in Seattle anyway. I just had a little disagreement with Jasper. Our first one really."

Charlie shifted uncomfortably, clearly uneasy with the relationship talk, and said, "Well, I'll be home around midnight, if you're still upset and awake, we can talk then...if you, uh, need to."

I smiled, despite my mood, "Thanks, Dad. I'll be fine. Be careful at work. I'll see you later."

He grumbled his goodbye before hopping in his cruiser.

I practically kicked open my front door, flinging my bag on the table by the door, before trudging into the kitchen. I flung open the freezer door to see if I'd be able drown my sorrows in a tub of rocky road, but of course there wasn't any in there.

Slamming the freezer shut, I went over to the phone and called Rosalie to see if she had talked to Jasper and had any idea what was wrong with him. Or at the very least to see if she wanted to get fall-down drunk with me.

She didn't answer because she was probably busy making out with Emmett or planning the color scheme for her fairytale wedding because God knows her and Emmett will be married one day with four kids and a white picket fence and all that other bullshit that I'll never have.

Bitter, party of one?

I decided to zone out and watch mindless television on the couch in the living room. Lying down, I grabbed the remote and put on an old 'I Love Lucy' episode. Oh, Lucy, how I love you.

I must have fallen asleep for a few hours because the next thing I knew I was being shook awake by Edward and the clock near the televison read one in the afternoon.

"Good God, I just walked right in here, Bella! The door wasn't even locked. Charlie would not be happy with that, you know."

I sat up rubbing my eyes, yawning as I said, "Blah, blah, blah. I wish someone would have come in and killed me."

He rolled his eyes, "Drama queen."

I stretched my arms over my head, "What are you doing here anyway?"

He raised his backpack up in the air as he said, "I saw that you were home and I thought since we hadn't worked on the project yesterday that we could tonight, if you don't have plans with loverboy that is."

I mumbled, "That's definitely not the case."

He got all the necessary books and papers out of his bag before turning to me, "Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?"

He took out his laptop next, not really paying attention to the fact that I was depressed.

I sighed, "I don't know. We'll see, I guess."

To say that I slacked on the project would be an understatement. Edward pretty much did everything while I sat and moped. I didn't even have the energy nor did I care to ask him about the whole Alice situation. I was far too concerned with the future of mine and Jasper's relationship.

If we even had one anymore. I wiped away the tears that were starting to well up in my eyes before Edward could look up and see me.

Edward finished typing something and looked up with pride, "So, all that's left to do is interviews. The scientific report is typed up and the charts are done. Now we just have to type up the interview section to compare to the studies in the report and we're done."

I twirled my finger in the air, "Yippee."

"Alright, Ms. Doom and Gloom, what the hell is wrong with you?"

I put my head on the arm of the couch, absentmindedly playing with a tear in the old fabric, "When did things get so complicated?"

He threw his head back so that it rested on the back of the couch, feet resting on the coffee table, and looked up at the ceiling, "I'd say somewhere between our mutual mommy issues and you growing boobs."

I chuckled humorlessly, "That's what Jasper said."

"What?"

"I asked him the same question about mine and your friendship and he said it was probably when I got boobs that things became complicated between us."

Edward nodded, "Life really blows sometimes, doesn't it?"

I agreed, growling weakly, "That it does. Makes me want to drown my worries in vodka and ice cream but Rosalie won't answer her stupid phone."

"Well, I'm not one to mix my liquor with dairy like your weird ass, but I do have an abundance of vodka at my house, if you're game." He said the last part in an almost challenging tone.

I thought about it for a minute, "Let me see something real quick."

I walked over to my bag pulling out my cell phone, noticing I had zero missed calls which made me feel even shittier. I dialed Jasper's number. He picked up quickly, "Bella?"

I heard noise in the background but couldn't quite place where he might be, "Jasper, I don't know what's going on, please talk to me."

It was quiet for a little while, before he said, "I'm just thinking about things today, Bella. I got a lot on my mind and I just need some time to myself. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore." And then he rushed out, "I'll see you tomorrow at school and we'll talk."

"But...," before I could get anything else out, he hung up.

Well.

That was rude.

What the hell crawled up his ass? He never acted like this to me.

Throwing my phone back in my bag, I decided if he wanted to be a jerk to me, I'm going to get sloshed.

I called out, "Edward? Let's go to your house! I need to be drunk, ASAP."

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EPOV

Did she really just say she wants to go to my house so we can get drunk together? I must be hallucinating. Bella Swan doesn't drink often, especially not on school nights.

Something must be really wrong.

I shouldn't let her do this.

But, hey, who am I to go against her wishes? She always gets what she wants from me.

At least now that I'm hopelessly in love with her.

"Let's go!" I yelled enthusiastically, pumping my fist in the air.

On the walk over to my house, I noticed that Bella was somber and I desperately wanted to make her feel better. And that's what I planned on doing.

Bella led the way up my staircase and I couldn't help but admire the view.

I told her to go ahead down to my room while I grabbed a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses from Carlisle's magic cabinet of fun. I swear the cabinet replenishes itself on its own.

I love it dearly. Seriously, that cabinet has pulled me through some serious shit.

When I got to my room, Bella was sitting on my computer chair, twirling herself around and around.

"You better not do that once you start drinking. Your weak ass stomach won't be able to take it," I warned her throwing her my crooked smile.

"Just pour the shot and shut the fuck up, Cullen."

Rawr, down kitty.

"Yes, ma'am," I saluted her before twisting the cap on the bottle. I loved the sound it made. I poured her a shot before grabbing a can of Coke I had in my mini-fridge and handing it to her so she could use it as a chaser.

She grabbed the shot greedily, before I even had a chance to pour one for myself and downed it with ease. She didn't even use the soda. She just wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slammed the shot glass down again.

"More."

"Um, can I drink mine first?"

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "Whatever."

I tilted my head and threw my shot back, opting to use the chaser so I didn't puke everywhere.

I can down tequila with nothing to chase it with until the cows come home, but vodka, fuck, that shit was nasty.

She glared at me, trying to look intimidating, I think, but in all reality looking just amazingly sexy, "Just so you know, I'm not making out with you, Cullen. Jasper and I are still together...at least I think we are."

I choked on the soda I was drinking, "You think?"

She shrugged, tears welling up her in eyes suddenly, "I don't even know what I did, Edward! He just spazzed out this morning and then just now when I called him he was so short with me. He even hung up on me!"

Pouring her another shot, I urged her to continue, "What happened?"

She threw back the clear liquid like a champ, wincing, "I don't know...we were," she hesitated but I insisted she go on, "kissing in his room and all of a sudden he just pulled away and started accusing me of thinking of you and telling me if he wouldn't have told you that I was hanging out with him this morning that I would have driven you home."

She hiccuped and took a sip of the soda then, frowning, "And I wouldn't have. I like Jasper. A lot. I like hanging out with him. He makes me laugh and he takes me do awesome things. And I asked him if we were breaking up and he wouldn't give me a clear answer. He just said he'd see me at school tomorrow."

Bella started to cry then and it broke my heart.

I pulled her off the chair and into a hug, "Bella, I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause you any trouble."

She pulled away walking to the window and crossing her arms, "That's just the thing! It wasn't anything you did directly. It's his insecurity about our friendship."

"Well, it's kind of valid, Bell. I mean we are unusually close for members of the opposite sex."

She wiped at her eyes angrily, "Yeah, whatever. It shouldn't matter. Would you have given up our friendship if Tanya had asked you to?"

"Well, no, never, but maybe we could cool off with hanging out for just a little while. I mean we can finish the project via email, right?"

She turned around then, pointing a finger in my chest, "Are you ditching me now, too, Edward?"

I shook my head quickly, "No, no. I couldn't ever. I'm just saying if you think that's his problem, then I'll back off."

She wiped at her eyes again, "I don't even know if he wants me anymore."

I poured myself another shot, guzzeling it quickly, "He'd have to be an idiot not to want you."

She snorted, "Right. I'm oh so desirable."

I took her over another drink, watching as she tossed it back easily, "Trust me. You are."

There was a sudden electricity that zapped between us when our fingers touched as she handed me the shot glass back. But as fast as it had come it was gone just as quickly as we pulled away from each other.

I sat on my bed and she sat on the armchair on the other side of the room.

She looked at me and even from across the room I could see her big doe eyes watering up again, "What should I do?"

I had no idea what to tell her. A part of me wanted to tell her to drop him like a bad habit and kiss me. Another larger part of me wanted to stop her from crying. And I knew right now the only thing that could make her stop was for her to make up with Jasper, not have me mauling her, yet again.

"The only thing you really can do is wait for him to talk to you tomorrow, right?" I poured yet another shot, crossing the room to hand it to her, taking precautions to make sure our fingers didn't touch again, "So in the mean time drink up, Bellabean."

She smiled, surprising me by flinging herself into my arms, apparently starting to feel the effects of pounding back the shots, "I've missed this version of you, Edward. The one that gives me advice and doesn't act like such a pompous jerk. I knew you were still in there somewhere, Eddiebear."

I held her tighter, not even really caring that she sort of insulted me and used my stupid nickname that only she ever called me before all this puberty shit went down and sniffed her hair like a weirdo.

"I'll always be this way for you if that's what you need me to be, Bell. I...," my drunk ass wanted to say I love you so bad but I stopped myself and just squeezed her tighter.

She pulled back after a while, "Want me to make you some dinner at my house? I'm starving and I don't want to eat alone. Charlie shouldn't be back until late. Big surprise."

I snorted, still holding her arms, "Is the Pope Catholic?"

She did this little laugh that was so fucking cute I almost smooshed her face to mine.

Almost.

The drunker I became, the more I wanted to do just that, so I knew dinner was a good idea. Maybe it'll soak up some of the alcohol.

I grabbed the vodka bottle as we walked out of my room, just in case she wanted to drink more later, and towards the stairs.

And drunk Bella made herself very known as we hit that first step.

If Bella's clumsy when she's sober, she's downright helplessly graceless when she's drunk. Luckily Carlisle and Esme weren't home yet or they'd know right away that Bella was tanked.

I had to practically carry her down the steps, along with the bottle of liquor and, my God, it was no easy accomplishment. She was flailing her arms around, almost knocking off the pictures of Emmett and I that hung on the walls going down the stairs.

And all I could do was laugh as she did. We had almost made it to the last step when Bella twisted herself around me so that I lost my balance, which doesn't happen often.

We went tumbling to the floor and landed in a bit of a sticky position. I had tried to make it so I took the brunt of the fall landing on the hard ass marble floor first, but in doing so Bella landed directly on top of me and we lay there face to face. We stayed there for a little while breathing on each other, neither of us trying to get up right away.

Sheepishly, Bella looked down eventually and then back up at me through her lashes, looking like a fucking goddess, "Oops."

Oops? She lands directly on top of my tipsy ass, smashing her perfect breasts on my chest, and all she can say is 'Oops'?

It took every ounce of strength in my body to not kiss her silly right there in my foyer. But I knew that if we didn't get up soon Bella was going to feel just how attracted to her I really was. And I didn't want that right now. We were having too good of a day.

Shamelessly letting her lie against my erection wasn't what my Bella needed.

Oh well, will you look at that? I'm back to calling her my Bella.

Fabulous.

I started to gently push myself up and Bella scrambled to stand, "I'm really sorry, Edward."

I laughed, rubbing my backside dramatically, "Eh, the marble broke my fall."

"Oh my God, look at that red mark on your neck!" She slurred, managing to still be sexy as all hell.

She ran her fingers over my neck which sent shivers down my spine.

I playfully swatted her hand away, "I'm fine. Let's go eat. I'm hungry, woman."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door, "Aye, aye, captain!"

We stumbled over to her house where even though she was completely drunk, she took three more shots as she cooked a delicious dinner that would make Bobby Flay proud.

After dinner, we went to the living room to watch T.V. and I asked, "How is that when you're drunk you can manage your way around a kitchen without so much as a tiny burn but sober you trip over your own two feet?"

She giggled, shrugging her shoulders, as we sat on the couch watching a rerun of Friends, which she swears up and down is the funniest show on Earth.

"I love how they're all friends like that...it kind of reminds me of all of us," she said as she placed her head on my shoulder.

I kissed the top of her head because I couldn't help it and I had pretty much finished off the vodka after dinner, making me feel all warm and fuzzy, "Yeah...but which Friend would I be?" I asked curiously.

She thought about this for awhile, sitting up excitedly, "Definitely Ross."

"What? Shit, come on, Bell. If I'm anyone on that show I'm Joey Tribiani. I mean Esme's from Italy for crying out loud, plus I'm definitely good with the ladies," I argued, as I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Pshhhh, don't I know it. Too damn sexy for your own good," she muttered drunkenly.

I quirked an eyebrow at her, deciding to mess with her, giving her my best Joey impression, "How you doin'?"

She shoved me and apparently I was a lot drunker than I had thought I was because soon I was on the floor and she was doubled over, laughing on the couch.

"You think that's funny?" I prepared to launch myself at her but before I could my cell phone rang.

Who the hell could be calling me now?

"I bet that's one of your lady friends now," Bella snorted, voice full of venom.

I flipped her off playfully.

I looked at the caller I.D. and didn't recognize the number, answering cautiously, "Hello?"

"Edward?"

"Uh, yeah. Who's this?"

"Hey. It's Alice. Uh, Alice Brandon. You know from the party."

Crap.

I walked out of the room so Bella couldn't hear the conversation, "Yeah, how are you?"

"Um, I'm okay."

"You don't sound okay."

I had completely forgotten that I had given Alice my phone number this morning. I had explained to her before she left Rose's house this morning that it wasn't anything against her, but that last night was a mistake. A mistake because I was hopelessly in love with someone else. Someone I could never, ever have.

Surprisingly, she had agreed saying that she, too, was looking for a way to forget feelings she had for someone. She had said they were feelings that scared her and she wasn't sure how to deal with them.

She began talking quickly, "Uh, that's actually why I'm calling. I'm really...confused. And I know that you probably weren't expecting me to call but I have a bit of a predicament and I think that you are the only one that I can talk to about it."

"I'm not sure I follow you."

"I'd rather talk about it in person. Is there any way we can meet tomorrow? You could come down to my dad's rock climbing place."

I thought about it for a minute. It's not like it could hurt to have another friend. I'm sure Jasper and Bella would be back to normal tomorrow so it would be nice to have someone to hang out with that wasn't a part of a couple. Alice was a cool girl. Not someone I'd want to date, but cool nonetheless.

"Yeah, sure. I'll give you a call tomorrow after school. Is that okay?"

It sounded like she breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks, Edward."

"No problem. See you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone, slipping it back in my pocket as I walked back to the living room. Just like I'd found her this morning, Bella was passed out on the couch. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyebrows were furrowed a bit.

She looked adorable. God, when did I turn into such a girl?

If Charlie found her like this, he wouldn't think it was cute. She reeked of alcohol and I knew I had to get her upstairs and to her room before he got home. He wouldn't bother going in there as long as he saw her truck was in the driveway and her bedroom door was shut.

I leaned down to pick her up, newlywed style, and carried her ass up the steps to her room. It probably would have been a lot easier if I wasn't so thoroughly wasted. But, I was so it took me a few tries to make it all the way up. I gently put her on her bed draping the quilt Esme made her for Christmas over her sleeping form.

I placed a kiss on her forehead and was about to pull away to go home but she stirred then, grabbing on to the collar of my hoodie, and crushing her lips to mine. At first I didn't react but then I realized, 'Holy shit, Bella's kissing me on her own' and I started to kiss back. Before I got too into the kiss though, she had pulled away, resting her head back on her pillow.

Bella sighed contentedly, "Jasper."

And with that one whispered word, my already fragile heart broke a little more.

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Waking up for school the next morning proved to be troublesome. I had a raging hangover the size of Texas, fucking Texas, and I knew that the kiss that Bella had initiated with me was all because she drunkenly mistook me for Jasper.

As if we could ever be confused for the other.

Psh, the saying is 'tall, dark, and handsome' not lanky, blond, and hillbilly.

All of our first class, Jasper gave me dirty ass looks and I wanted to punch him but I didn't.

I was walking out of my second class of the day when I noticed Fuckface himself was waiting right outside the door for me, leaning up against the wall. As I walked by he stopped me, "Edward. Just the fella I was lookin' for."

I rolled my eyes, "Why were you looking for me?"

He pushed off the wall, "Where's Bella?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "How the hell should I know? You're her boyfriend. Oh that's right, you're bored with her already. That's why she spent all of yesterday crying about you."

He shoved me against a locker, "Listen, Eddie, I'm in no fucking mood for your snide little comments. Where's my girlfriend?"

I shoved him back, "I already told you, Jazzy, I don't know where she is."

"Why don't I believe that? You practically track her every move. So again, why isn't she in school?"

"I didn't know she wasn't in school. When I talked to her yesterday she didn't mention not coming to school today."

Jasper's eyebrows shot up, "I should have known you'd swoop in and talk to her when she was all upset and vulnerable. That's just how you like 'em, isn't it?"

I got in his face more, "Why the hell wouldn't I talk to her? She's my best friend. Has been since way before you ever came around, buddy. And I would never do that to, Bella."

"Right, tell me something, Edward. Did you guys hang out yesterday?"

"Come off it, man. We hung out to finish our project that was it."

He scoffed, "I'll bet that's all you did. You know what? Fuck it. Just watch your back, Cullen."

"Or what, Hale?"

Emmett must have seen the confrontation from down the hall because suddenly he was between us, "Hey, hey. What in shit's sake is going on with you two?"

Jasper pointed at me, "Your asshole brother is trying to worm his way into my girlfriend's pants just like he wormed his way into Alice's."

I looked at him with confusion, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't play fucking stupid. You are and you know it."

"Have you been toking up before class, hillbilly? I have no clue what you're talking about."

He walked away from me then, heading right out the door with the green 'exit' sign overtop of it.

Emmett sighed then, "What the hell did you manage to do, now?"

"I didn't do shit this time. He came looking for me."

"For?"

"You heard his crazy ass, he thinks I want Bella."

Emmett looked at me, "And?"

"What do you mean 'and'?"

"Come on, bro, I've told you since before Jasper was even her boyfriend that you wanted her. But, she's happy with Jasper. Like really happy. Let her be happy. She deserves it."

"Yeah, well, we'll see."

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BPOV

OWWW.

My brain hurts.

How much did I drink last night?

Holy shit.

School.

Wow, I'm already super late. I laid my head back down on the pillow so the room would stop spinning.

Maybe I should get a shower. It might make me feel better.

Stumbling out of bed, I grabbed a towel and a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom. A couple minutes later, freshly bathed and feeling much better, I contemplated attempting to go to school. Why didn't Charlie wake me up before he left?

I walked downstairs to get some juice to find a note from him that said he knew I had a rough day yesterday and he didn't mind if I stayed home. God bless him.

I poured a glass of orange juice and gulped it down greedily. I will never drink like that again. No matter how upset I get. I think I drank my weight in vodka and it didn't solve anything. I can't really remember anything past dinner. I don't even remember how I got into my bed.

Oh well.

Sighing, I put my glass in the sink and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do until school got out and I could talk to Jasper.

Apparently, I wouldn't have to wait because there was a knock on the door and there stood Jasper in all his glory.

"Jazz! Hey...what are you doing here?"

He shuffled his feet, "I was worried when you weren't in school. Are you okay?"

My eyes started to well up with tears involuntarily, "I'm alright. Just wasn't feeling well."

"Can I come in?"

I moved to the side so he could step in and I couldn't help but feel nervous. Was he going to break up with me? Were we going to be over before we ever really started?

We went and sat in the living room. For a minute no one said anything but then we both turned to each other and blurted out, "I'm sorry" at the same time.

Tears fell freely from my face then.

Jasper looked confused, "What are you sorry for?"

"Making you mad, making you think that I'm not one hundred percent into our relationship because I am, Jasper. I am."

He shook his head, smiling, "You have nothing to be sorry for. I over-reacted big time yesterday. That was all me."

"Well, I'm still sorry."

He motioned for me to scoot closer to him on the couch, "I'm so sorry for treating you that way, Bella. I had no right and it won't happen again. I just had a momentary lapse in judgment and it's all over now. I can handle anything that comes with being your boyfriend, because like I told you from the beginning, you're worth it."

I didn't say anything after that because I attacked him right there on the couch with kisses. Before long we were in full-fledged make out mode right there in my living room and I couldn't have been happier.

Jasper and I spent all day just being with each other. Without the worry of school, Edward, anything. It was great. Around three he had to leave, but he told me he'd call me later tonight and kissed me.

After he left, I skipped around the house, cleaning and dancing. I'm sure Charlie would be hungry when he got home so I started up dinner, making all of his favorite foods.

Charlie was so happy to see me in a good mood when he got home, I thought his face was going to hurt tomorrow from smiling so much.

"It's good to see you happy again, Bells."

"It feels good to be happy again."

We ate our meal and I decided to get another shower before working on the homework I neglected to do in my drunken haze the night before.

Thinking about that night, I realized that Edward hadn't called me all day. That's weird. Maybe he saw Jazz's car in my driveway when he got home from school and thought better of it.

Either way, I wasn't about to let that spoil my mood. I'd talk to Edward tomorrow, I'm sure.

Charlie called up the steps to me when I opened the bathroom door, "The phone rang while you were in the shower, there's a message on the answering machine for you."

Ugh, Charlie and his not answering the phone when I'm here crap. I walked to my room, looking at my cell phone before checking the machine.

Three missed calls from Edward?

That's weird.

I walked downstairs to listen to the message. For some reason I became really nervous. Swallowing the lump in my throat I pushed the 'play' button.

"Bell, it's Edward. Listen, I have something really important to talk to you about so...I guess call me when you get this. Or come over, I don't know. It's important, uh...well, it's about Jasper."

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