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APOV

"I love you Jasper," I said, staring into his eyes.

"I love you more," he replied poking my nose.

"Lies!"

I tackled him onto his back. We had been lying on our sides, facing each other, in the local park. I hugged around his neck, leaving my faces just inches from his. We were both laughing.

Our laughter died off and we stared at each other. He put his hand on the side of my face and gently pulled it to his. I finally felt the warmth of his lips on mine, and I liked it. I smiled against his lips.

He abruptly pulled back and stood up, leaving me sitting on the ground.

"Ms. Brandon!" he yelled.

"I'm sorry!" I replied, though I didn't know why I was apologizing. He kissed me first.

"Ms. Brandon!"

"What?"

"Ms. Brandon!"

My head snapped up off the desk. "Huh?" I sleepily.

"Thank you for joining us again," Mr. Ulrich said. "Maybe this is why you need help in this class."

"I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't worry, Ms. Brandon." He smiled at me. "I'm only messing with you. I can tell you're tired. Just try not to sleep in here, if you can."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I silenced by someone speaking from the door.

"In her defense, she was probably studying for your class."

I looked over to find Jasper standing in the doorway with a white paper in his hand. He smiled at me.

"Mr. Whitlock, how nice of you to defend her," Mr. Ulrich said. "What have you got for me?"

"I actually came to pick up Ms. Brandon." He showed the teacher the pass. "She's wanted in the office."

"Really?"

Jasper nodded and looked at me. He laughed.

"What's so funny?" My voice sounded strangely breathless.

"Your face, Alice. You look so nervous."

Some others in the class laughed as they turned to look at me.

"Well, thanks for drawing even more attention to me. I appreciate that so much, Mr. Whitlock." I gathered my books and put them in my bag. As I reached him, I threw my bag at him. "Just for that, you can carry all of my books."

"But you don't need to bring them. You won't be gone that long," he said.

"And your point?" I smiled at him and walked out of the room, taking the white slip. I heard the others laugh again, this time at Jasper.

"She told you," Mr. Ulrich said.

I heard Jasper's amazing laugh and then a door closing. He was next to me in a few seconds, toting my bag on his left shoulder so he could hold my hand with his right hand.

"Sleepy, darlin'?" he asked.

I smiled. Jasper and I had been together for two weeks now, and he had given me a pet name. And you can't imagine how nice "darlin'" sounds coming off his tongue, his accent showing its true colors.

"Yeah, actually," I said. "You were right."

"About what?"

"About me sleeping because I was up studying for his class. I really was. I was up till three o'clock this morning. I get up at five."

"Why do you get up at five? Your bus gets there at like 6:40."

I smirked at him. "Come now, Jasper. I am a woman. This-" I gestured to myself and how I looked today," -doesn't just happen when I wake up."

"Oh, yeah? Well if you look this good after messing with your beauty, I wonder how beautiful you look in the mornings before you do."

I blushed and put my head down, sweeping my bangs in front of my face. "You probably don't want to see me in the mornings. It's pretty ugly."

"Darlin', you ugly would be like a zebra without stripes-it's not possible."

"How is it impossible for a zebra to have no stripes?"

"Because then it wouldn't be a zebra. It would be a white horse."

"Huh, I guess so. But what if it's an albino zebra? Then it wouldn't have stripes."

"Uh..." I could see him stumble over the thought.

"Maybe I'm an albino zebra." I smiled up at him.

"Are you calling albino zebras ugly, then?"

I smacked his arm, taking my right hand away from his. He tried to take it again, but I smacked it away.

"What?" he asked.

"We're here and I don't want to get in trouble for PDA. No thanks."

He laughed and opened the door for me. I walked in, immediately nervous again. I had never been to the office before and I didn't know why I was here now.

"Hi there, honey," the receptionist said cheerfully. "You're Alice?"

"Yes, I am." My voice shook a bit.

She smiled kindly. "Don't be afraid. You're not in trouble."

I blew out a breath. "Okay."

Jasper poked my side. "I told you. Maybe you should trust me more often."

"I'm learning I should." I turned back to the receptionist. "What am I here for?"

"For this." She handed me a piece of paper. I turned it around to read it. My mouth popped open.

"What is it?" Jasper asked.

"It's an invitation from that arts school I wanted to get into. They've invited me to talk to them about the high school classes. They want to see more of my work? More?"

"Gee, I wonder how they got that," Jasper said.

I almost heard an audible click in my head. I turned to him. He was smiling. "Jasper?"

"Yes?"

"Did you send my work in to this school?"

"Copies. You still have the originals."

"You're the best!" I threw myself at him and hugged him.

He chuckled and hugged back. "Thanks."

"Ohmygoodness! I can't wait to tell Edward!" I said as I drew back. "Oh, jeez, I need to start thinking about what I'm going to draw!"

"Congratulations," the receptionist said.

"Thanks," I said smiling.

"You should probably get back to class," Jasper said.

"Well, you have my books, so..."

Jasper looked at the receptionist, grinning pleadingly.

She laughed. "Go ahead, Jasper. Just hurry back. I have some more errands for you to run."

"Thank you, ma'am."

We walked out of the office and began our way back to my biology class.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Well, you had talked about that school and said you had no idea how you would ever get in there with your money problems. I was curious, so i searched to see if they accepted scholarships and it turns out they have their own financial program. If they like the student and really want them there, they will give you a full ride, plus Saturday college prep classes while you're in high school. All they needed was to see some of your work. They said if they liked you well enough, they would invite you to be evaluated. Ta-da."

My cheeks started to hurt from the smiling. "Okay, but this is an arts school. In this place, you have to be pretty diverse in your abilities. How do they know I'm good at anything but design?"

"Well, I sent them a copy of your acting resume-the parts you actually had to audition for, anyways-along with a like to a video of you singing." He smiled sheepishly at me.

"Jasper, you put that on YouTube?!" You know I'm self-conscious about my voice!"

"Other people like it. You have a lot of likes on there."

"Really?" My embarrassment fizzled out as quickly as it had flared up, the blush running from my cheeks. "I do?"

He nodded. "I'll tell you more about this at lunch, okay?"

I sighed. "Okay. I just want to sit here and talk about it for hours! I want to know everything that you did."

He laughed and patted my back. We were at the door.

"Well, I'll leave you to your learning." He kissed my cheek. "I'll see you in lunch."

"See you."

Jasper turned and walked down the hall. I walked back into the classroom, all smiles.

"You seem to be more awake now, Ms. Brandon," Mr. Ulrich commented.

"Oh, yeah," I said.

"Why is that?"

"Because i got a letter from a school. They want to evaluate me to see if they want me as a student."

"Well, congratulations!"

"Thank you."

I sat down in my seat and began to take out my books again. Mr. Ulrich began giving a lecture on the parts of a cell and their functions. This was something I understood. I doodled in my notebook. I found myself writing the name of the school...Jasper's name...a stick figure...Jasper's name...a dog...and Jasper's name again. I think I figured out a dozen different ways to write Jasper's name. My favorite was in the middle of the paper. It was written in carefully scripted cursive. The "j" was large and elegant, the other letters following a bit smaller. It was framed by intricate branch work with tiny flowers on them, three different shades being alternated throughout.

The bell rang. I packed up my things and ran to the lunch room, completely excited to hear more about Jasper's good deed of the year.