Disclaimer: Is either of our names Stephanie? No. Therefore we don't own Twilight.

The blue bunny following the sparkling carrots? We own him.

CBE/Kermit (Robs/Ali): Alright another APOV, here is where shit starts to get wicked twisted and starts to go fast. And an interesting fact, Kristin and I are both Pisces, as is Alice. I have to thank some people for stuff: Lets see… Dawn and Christina at The Office for making me look at Edward at the workplace in a whole new light and for the secretary joke later. My wonderful, beautiful, fuckawesome PIC Kristin for helping me with WWJD, and helping with my smut, it was seriously lacking before. This is my first true bit of smut for this story so let me know what you think.

Calin(Kristin/Jazz): So this is rather important…. Sets up for some stuff… but props to Robs for this one. And give her a big thanks for creating the now popular WWJD (What would Jazz Do) motto we now have lol. Remember to show us love and we'll show ours. And come play at the thread with us in Twilighted! www(dot)twilighted(dot)net(slash)forum(slash)?f=44&t=2923&start=50

Playlist suggestions: Real Good Man-Tim McGraw; Lovin' You Against My Will - Gary Allen; Hot 'N Cold - Katy Perry

(yes, yes, we went country)

Special thanks to our beta Ms. Kels cause she rox my (Kristin's) tinkerbell socks off!


Chapter 5. Because I'm a Pisces.

"Don't be afraid, baby. Let go." That sensitive voice, that almost loving voice. That shit fucks with me. The conversation we just had, the girls, the rough sex, the angry words, the shit he was doing didn't make sense. I knew he just wanted the sex, but fuck. If anyone needed to make up their god damned mind and make it fucking clear to me, it was him. I don't know when and where, but fuck I am a Pisces and we Pisces fucking fall way too easy, way too hard and for the worst people possible.

I made my mind up. I wanted him, like a drug. Be my crack, Jasper. Inject it into me. I would have never gone without a condom if it weren't for that fact, I would've never trusted him. Still didn't.

I sat in the front seat of his car, my stomach in knots. The silence was overwhelming between us, I wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything to say. Thanks for the ride? I laughed internally at myself. Jasper next to me cleared his throat, taking me out of my reverie. I looked at him and smirked. Driving shirtless and his belt buckle undone. So fucking sexy. I looked at him in the eyes as he held up a pack of Camel Lights.

"Mind if I smoke?" he asked, his accent relaxed. His lips lifting a little at the corners. I smiled a little at him, blushing. I was thinking about giving him 'road head' as they call it.

"No, go ahead." I reply running my hand along his dashboard. I look away because even watching him light a cigarette turned me on. I was already ready to go again. Holy crap. I now understand how we did it so many times in one night.

Wanting to break some of the awkwardness I ask him, "What kind of SUV is this?"

He rolled down his down a little to let the smoke go outside, and smirked at me. "A 4x4."

Yeah, he must think that's a dumb question. I bit my lip, "Oh."

Still wanting to break the silence, I tried to think of something else. Unfortunately my experience with men totaled up to three, my dad, my brother and James. They all liked cars and sports, I could at least pretend to be interested in the car. So I pressed for more info, if only just so his voice could quell the uneasiness I felt. "What kind?"

Not looking from his steering wheel he responded. "Well, It's a Jeep Commander. I took Emmett with me when I was picking out a car." He shrugged.

"Oh." I responded. I looked out the window. Commander, yes sir! I thought and could feel a little blush creep across my face. "Commander huh? That fits." I nodded looking at my bare knees.

In peripheral I could see him look at me and smile. "Yeah, I needed the room, for the guitars and... shit! Can you do me a favor?" His hand started to fumble in his jeans, looking for something.

"Yeah." I was curious, I had no idea what he wanted. He was asking me for something again, I wondered what it was this time. Can you do a better job with the blowjob? Stop pushing yourself on me. I prepared myself for anything he was about to deal out. He handed me a green sidekick. Well, that was unexpected.

"Can you text either Rose or Bella on the contacts and ask them to pick up my strat?" My eyes widened I hadn't expected him to have me text one of his other girls for him. What the fuck? Did he do this a lot? He smiled at me a little. "Kinda left it out front." I tried to smile at him and pretend I was okay with this. I wasn't, but I didn't want to seem weak. He'd probably fucking call me princess again and then I might just have to break his nose and his face is so pretty the way it is.

I flip open the phone gliding quickly to the name Bella and texted her, "Can U pick up my strat 4 me. Left it in front of Sues. Thnx." I handed it quickly back to him, he flinched at my speed. I looked at him to see if he was going to thank me. No such luck. I turned and looked out the window, not really wanting to talk to the player anymore.

I heard him shift in his seat a little. "Thanks... I feel like an irresponsible father." He shook his head. His guitars and music was his life, probably why he didn't have anything serious. I forced a small laugh, but I was really regretting offering myself up to him earlier. I bit my lip to try to not cry. Fuck why was I crying so damn much tonight? Alright Alice, no more whiskey for you. The shit makes you weepy as hell. He spoke again. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Fuck. He noticed my weakness. Shit. I looked up at him. It was hard to lie looking him directly in the eyes like this, "Uh, no. Well... not you...um...I suck at small talk." I finished, it was true. I did suck at small talk. I tried to do my best cute half smile, batting my eyes at him a little.

He smirked in response, then nodded his head towards me. "Well you could start with something about yourself. I mean all I know is your name is Alice and you have an incredible singing voice.…"He seemed to want to say more, but he stopped at that. Okay, I thought I was pretty sure I could talk about myself.

"Um…"I bit on my lip thinking, I didn't want to say too much though. Safe subjects Alice. Something he might laugh about, that doesn't make him automatically scream 'rich bitch' or 'princess' at me. I blurted out the first safe thing I thought of. "I think my feet are really cute." I started as he chuckled and as an addition, "and I run two miles every morning." To which he made a disgusted face, what, doesn't like a healthy girl? Who works out rather than visit a plastic surgeon?

"Really? I hate the mornings." He stated. Glancing at the road to make sure we weren't drive into a ditch somewhere. I nodded. Revealing something he probably already knew, it was one of the first things most people noticed about me.

"Yeah," I shrugged, "I have a lot of energy. I need to burn it somehow." I finished, looking at him while chewing my lip. He laughed and mumbled something. I chose to ignore it. I wasn't about to let him know he actually wore me out. Most people couldn't do that, I was usually up early and in bed late.

Speaking of which, I remembered the taste of him and wondering if he ate a lot of sweets. So much so that it seeped into his entire body. I snickered at myself, but I was definitely curious. He seemed to be answering things alright and well, I really wanted to know. So I had to ask. "Hey...do you eat ... a lot of sweet stuff?" He immediately started to cough.

"Uhh... Why?" He asked, me looking at me like I had grown an extra head, "You saying I got love handles?" I could feel the blush instantly heat my face. Wow he took that in the worst way possible, stupid, fuckin A answer him Alice! I screamed at myself. I shook my head vehemently

"NO. No...I uh fuck…" I stammered. He smiled a little half smile at me.

"Yes, I tend to indulge in some sweets." He shook his head, looking towards the road again. I smiled at him, reassuringly, looking over his body his rock hard chest and muscular arms. Nope definitely no love handles. I should probably say something other than ogle him like an idiot.

"Oh okay." Way to use your vocabulary. I think you've said that already dumb ass. I watched him, looking at his mouth just as his he took a drag off his cigarette, then dipped his tongue down the center of his soft bottom lip. "God I want to kiss you." The corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little.

"Not while I'm driving, I don't want us to wreck." He said it as if he fucking read my thoughts. That was impossible, holy fuck.

"I just said that out loud." I whispered.

"The feeling is mutual." He blushed lightly, and I suddenly couldn't wait to get back to his house. He had told me that we couldn't take all night. Deflating my ego a little from where it had been built up a minute ago. I really wanted him again, and surely he wouldn't bring me to his house to cuddle. Remembering him sleeping on his stomach, I thought he probably wasn't much of a cuddlier. We had been driving now for about 20 minutes. My place was the opposite direction from Sues and it took less time to get home from his house when Edward drove.

"How far is your house? You live like fifteen minutes away from me...but of course that is with.…" I stopped talking realizing that he probably didn't need to hear my brother was a faster driver than him, or that I was being impatient. He answered me anyway.

"Well, put it this way, I work at the Seattle mall, and I can get there in fifteen minutes with no traffic." That was nice to know. My brother got to the Seattle mall in a half hour from our house. Then again not everyone drives like my crazy ass brother.

"Do you drive like my brother?" I asked.

He looked at me slightly confused for a moment." Like you brother? Does he drive for NASCAR or something?" I guess I should have been more clear, but the NASCAR thing was funny. I laughed.

"He wishes. No, he's in marketing and I live with him." I'm not sure why I told him all of that, but he seemed to be completely relaxed, oblivious to his shirtlessness. Like this he didn't seem so bad. I had to keep reminding myself that this was probably why he has so many ladies.

He decided to answer my question. "Ah, well no in this thing, I try not to waste the gas. In my cousin's car, well that's different." He smiled at me briefly, before turning his eyes back to the road. "Marketing, my cousin does that too... and I also live with her."

I bet it's not under the same circumstances. I thought. I decided to tell him something more important, trying to show him I wasn't what he thought I was. I wasn't a princess. I know my life isn't that hard, but I have to do things in a way that I wouldn't want to if it weren't for my brother. Not that I exactly held it against him, I owed him a lot. I just wished sometimes he would listen to me. "My brother is trying to market me, my voice, I mean."

"Well, I think he's struck gold on that idea." He smiled at me. Probably, I've been as much before. I just shrugged in response. I think he was feeling comfortable talking to as well, his accent was pretty natural and he kept smiling at me. "My cousin, she's just an assistant at Wolf Records, but she leaves my music career, or lack there of, alone."

I laughed a little. My brother would've marketed him for sure. The girls always screamed for him, that's good in a rock star. "That's cool of her."

He chuckled as we pulled up in the driveway of his house. He stopped and turned off the Jeep. He turned to look at me in his seat, "That just leaves room for her to butt in to other aspects of my life." He scowled a little. He wrinkled his nose at me and made a face, to which I laughed. I got blinded by a flashing light and heard a "clink" from his camera on his cell. He smirked at me. I pouted at him and he laughed getting out of the Jeep, coming over to my side before I could fish my panties and shoes out of the back.

"Wait, I need those!" I said as he got me out and started to bridal style carry me into his house. He ran up the steps to his porch and unlocked the door, moving us as needed to open the door. I stopped struggling, however little the struggle was. And turned my face to his and pursed my lips scowling playfully. He laughed.

"Not anymore tonight sweetheart." He smirked at me and rushed us into the house and up the stairs. Laying me gently on his bed as soon as he got into his room. I sat myself up as he turned and went downstairs. When he came back up he handed me a glass water before he turned to shut and lock the door.

I took a drink and placed it on the nightstand. "Thanks." I smiled at him as he sat on the edge in front of me on the bed. That was really sweet of him. He smiled back, his beautiful eyes locking with mine.

"No problem, ma'am." He drawled. He leaned his head towards mine, inhaling as he got closer. I turned my head slightly to kiss him. His lips met mine gently as he wrapped an arm around my waist. He tugged gently, pulling me closer to him. I felt him suck my lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on it, as his hands ghosted across my hips and lower back. I placed a hand over his heart which was beating rapidly in his chest and deepened the kiss. I'm sure that my heartbeat either matched or surpassed his in rhythm.

His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, where be continued to nip at my flesh, tracing patterns against it with his tongue. God, the things this man can do with just the simple touch of his tongue! He shifted so his hand rested on my thigh, gently moving its way up, my heart sped up even more. His hand reached my hip and he flicked his thumb across it, making me giggle. I could feel him smile against my neck. I pushed gently on his chest to which he responded by looking at me in the eyes. He moved his other hand under my dress to my hip.

"Are you ok with this?" He asked me, his eyes searching mine, a slight smile playing on his lips. I couldn't resist that damn smile of his.

"Well yeah." I shrugged. He started to lift my dress, Fuck you need to unzip it first! Do you know how much this cost me? Please don't rip it! I screamed at him in my head, but fought the urge to actually verbalize the words. Instead he placed his lips on my stomach and raspberried me. I laughed really hard at how random the act was. I could feel him smiling against my stomach, switching his tactics as he began to kiss my stomach. Slowly, almost torturously he licked and nibble the flesh. Moving his mouth downwards, pushing me gently on my back. My breathing picked up and my stomach muscles clenched when I realized where he was headed.

He pushed my thighs apart, studying the inner thigh of one of my legs briefly before kissing it exactly where the handprint had been previously as he had done with my neck and stomach. I bit my lip as I watched him caress that one area on my thigh, making me wonder if the bruise was still there however dimly. He blew a little bit of air on top of a wet kiss, causing my entire body to shiver and my nipples to stiffen. When his attention moved to my other thigh, his kisses had more pressure to them, biting it and playfully growling at me, occasionally peering up at me. The sight was erotic as hell. I bit into my bottom lip harder while watching him as he moved ever so slowly over to the one spot that was aching for him the most now. When he reached his destination, he kissed it lovingly before running his tongue against my clit, causing my back to arch and my stomach to clench again. "Fuck." I mumbled.

I could feel him smile against me, his stubble brushing against my very sensitive skin of my lower lips. He his tongue started slow, drawing out languid circles around my clit, causing me to moan out and grind my hips towards his face. He chuckled, moving his tongue faster, alternating from dipping deep with in me, to lapping at my throbbing nerves; making my stomach to clench even more. I gripped the blanket under me to stop me from fisting them in his hair and pushing his face harder into me. I moaned in pleasure as he increased his speed of his tongue movements. I could feel myself getting closer, and as he slid a finger slowly into me, curving and twisting inside, he gently nipped my bud, sending me over the edge. The orgasm running through my body made my toes go numb.

He got up and quickly removed his pants and boxers revealing his engorged cock to me again. I know why the fuck I was in so much pain. As I sat up on the bed, reaching behind me and unzipped my dress, shrugging it up off over my head and onto the floor. Then he made quick work of my bra, placing it carefully on top of my dress. I felt slightly uneasy about bearing myself to a guy who had had so many women. I looked up at him from the bed as his eyes scanned my body.

He smiled a half smile at me as he climbed into the bed with me, hovering over me as he took me in one arm, pulling me up close to him, shifted the blanket out from under me, my bare ass touching soft flannel. Damn, he's stronger then I thought. I smirked at him as he lowered his face to mine, kissing me with gentle little pecks, occasionally nipping at my lips or tongue. Then his kissing got hungrier as he placed his hands on either side of my hips and positioning himself between my thighs.

I licked his lower lip and his mouth met mine, kissing me, using his tongue to tease mine, as it twirled and stroked my own. He broke our kiss, licking and nipping down my neck, in between the valley of my breasts, and stopping at my nipples, where he took it into his mouth, sucking it soft at first but increasing pressure; using the sounds of my moaning as a guide. When he bit my nipple, I instantly felt wetness pool at my core. I moaned out as he thrust inside me, stretching and filling me up completely. He stopped for a moment, breathing hard into my ear as he gently sucked on my earlobe, kissing along my neck. I returned the favor, kissing him on his neck, remembering how much he liked it when I nipped at his Adam's apple. Then he slowly began thrusting in and out, creating a rhythm that my hips were matching.

He grasped my calf muscle and pulled it up to his hip, causing him to penetrate me deeper and harder; hitting places he wasn't before. I moaned out his name, arching my back as his hands traveled up my body. He cupped my breasts; his mouth once again attacked mine. Our tongues moved together in a matched frenzy, battling for dominance. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, causing me to moan out into his mouth as my stomach clenched.

I need to get on top, I thought as I acted almost on instinct rolling us over without breaking our kiss. His hands lower themselves so they reach my hips helping me as I rock my hips against him. We both moan loudly as I guide him to thrust farther into me. I was getting close and judging from the sounds of his panting and groaning, he was as well. He started helping me move faster and hard as he thrust himself into me. I kept eye contact and we both moved in rhythm.

His eyes were half lidded with lust but there was so much passion behind them that I didn't really understand. I bit into my bottom lip as his tongue darted out and licked the center of his lower lip. I kept my eyes locked on his as I pulled my hair up to the top of my head with one hand and rubbing my sensitive bundle of nerves with other hand as he grunted and thrust harder into me. He leaned up, pulling himself closer to me as he gently bit at the flesh of my breasts, causing my eyes roll. My head fell back as I started to fuck him harder. He moved his mouth to my nipple, caressing it with his tongue before gently taking it between his teeth and pulling lightly. That little tug was what I needed. I orgasm so hard that I screamed his name into the air and I thought I was floating the only thing keeping me grounded was this man who was pumping fiercely into me, and coming shortly after me, panting my name into my collarbone. I laid on his chest and tried to calm my breathing, as he seemed to be trying to do the same.

I looked up into his eyes as he smiled at me and kissed the tip of my nose. I smiled at him, rolling off him and onto my back. His arm snaked out and wrapped itself around my middle pulling me close to him as he buried his face in my hair. I pulled the blanket up over us and gave him a lingering kiss goodnight.

A few hours later I woke up with a start, his arm was still draped around my middle and unfortunately pressing into my overfull bladder. "Jasper." I whispered, wondering where the bathroom was and nudging him lightly. "Jasper." I hissed again, nudging him harder. Damn it all I need to find a bathroom! I leaned over and kissed him firmly on the lips, not once but three times before he kind of woke up. Even then I got a odd response.

"No ma'am it's Rose's turn to feed the goats." He slowly drawled, his voice low and raspy. I got rather impatient with him,

"Jasper, I don't give a shit about whose turn it is to feed the goats. I need to pee!" I whispered rather harshly at him. His eyes opened more and looked at me as if I was coming into focus. He shot up suddenly, as if it dawned on him. My bladder feeling slightly relieved from him no longer pressing on it.

"Shit, sorry baby, let me show you." He spoke quietly, taking my hand and leading me stark naked to the door I had assumed was the closet and opened it. I looked at him slightly funny as he walked me through his closet and through a door on the other side of the closet. "I'm going back to bed, baby. G'night." he drawled again, before making his way back out of the bathroom.

His bathroom was in such stark contrast to his bedroom it was slightly strange to look around. There was a big walk in shower and a vessel sink. It was done it soothing colors and completely chic. I kind of felt oddly at home in the bathroom, it reminded me a lot of the guest bathroom at the condo. I quickly went back to the bed to see that he was laying on the bed on his stomach naked a jay bird and hadn't even bothered with the blanket. I smiled at him before going over and pulling the blanket up. I didn't want him to get cold.

Before I really knew what I was doing I went to his nightstand and got his phone and called mine, answering it quickly so I wouldn't wake him. I saved his number under his name and took a picture of his sleeping face, so angelic looking, his lips pouting a little. I stayed up a little longer looking through the lists of ring tone and found a good country song. It was called 'Real Good Man.' I replaced my phone in my purse and drifted off to sleep.

Glorious sunshine. Fuck. At least I wasn't hung over this time. I turned to look at Jasper, still sleeping. I smiled. I grabbed my purse from the nightstand and pulled out my cell to look at it seven am again. I looked at his scarred up back, I felt bad. He had totally broke me when he showed me that, I never meant to hurt him, I don't think. I kissed the scars gently, trying not to wake him as I did so.

"I have shit to do tomorrow." echoed though my head. Why the fuck did I care, stupid bastard. Talking shit to me about never fucking walking into a Wal-Mart, if he only fucking knew. He had lots of other girls, I was just one of the many. Fucking glutton for punishment that's what I was. Thankfully I was aware of shit last night. And I got his cell number so I could text him and fuck with him some, sexually. I wanted him to think about me. Only me, all day long.

Not even taking the time this time to admire his room I got dressed and texted Ed for a ride. I knew that I was going to get an earful about this, but I didn't give a damn. I almost just walked home, stupid shoes, I thought. Ed said he would. I walked out his door, turning once to watch his sleeping form. He made parts of me ache that I hated to ache. My entire body responded to his, I thought as I walked down the stairs and out the door. Edward pulled up in front of the house, looking bored.

I got in and buckled up as he sped away from the house. He didn't even look at me as he spoke, his knuckles growing white on the steering wheel. "I'm assuming that was the same guy as last time."

I gnawed on my lower lip as I answered, "Yeah, that was him." I answered. I saw his jaw clench.

"Whatever it is that is going on with him, you need to put a stop to it. He doesn't even treat you right, he makes you all fucking emo. I'm not marketing emo, Ali." He spat into the windshield, I knew he was pissed about my song change.

"Sorry I just wasn't feeling like a Naughty Girl, alright?" I crossed my arms like a stubborn child. He glared at me briefly before turning back to the road.

"I don't like the way he treats you. I don't think he's good enough, and he's not even your type." What the fuck did he just say? Jasper was fucking perfectly my type! He didn't know a fucking thing. Why are you fighting this so much, the guy doesn't even care about you, my mind yelled at me. Oh you just wait, he'll be thinking about me nonstop. Fuck I have officially flipped. I was arguing with myself.

"Oh please dear brother inform me, what my type is?" I asked looking at the side of his head.

"Tall, muscular guys with good taste and blond hair." Well, I'll give him credit, he paid attention to the physical stuff. "He doesn't have good taste, he isn't blond and he just wants you for the sex." Well big brother the sex is fuckawesome you would be in it for the sex too. Except you don't just want him for sex, my brain muttered at me. What if I do? I thought back.

"Don't act so noble Double D. That shit is exactly what you do to girls all the time!" We were getting close to the condo. He turned and glared at me.

"I treat girls with way more respect than he treats you. They never go home with bruises, I never talk about them, or sing songs that have obvious meanings behind them while eyefucking them. If you had any class at all Alice, you would want a guy to treat you better than that." I glared back at him. What the fuck was up with guys and talking shit to me?

"Don't you have a secretary to nail or something?" He scowled at me as we drove up to the front of the building to let me out.

"Alice. Get out before I smack you." He said through clenched teeth. I knew I had touched a nerve, knowing full well that he would smack me upside the head. "Try to remember that you live with me. I pay for your tuition and don't even touch any of the money from your accounts for it. I pay for that myself. Because I love you, you're my sister. You know what, do what you want, don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart." He sat for a minute. I half expected him to continue with his tirade when he opened his mouth again, "I have a business meeting in Chicago, I'll be back next Friday."

He took off in the direction of the office again as I made my way into the building and onto an elevator eight and waited until it got to my floor. After I got into the condo I walked to my room and after putting my clothes in the hamper, I went to take a shower.

While in the shower I got the best idea to keep his mind on me. He seemed to really like my panties so as soon as I got out I picked out two really cute and comfortable pairs, took a pic of me in each and sent them both to him one at a time. Then I gave him enough time to ogle my ass in panties before texting him. I gave him the chance to pick which ones I would wear today. I sat on the chair in my bedroom to await his answer.

A few seconds after my last text he texted back, Option 1 ~Jazz Man. Jazz Man huh? I smirked. I waited a minute and texted him again letting him know that I was changing into them, hoping I was giving him a visual. I giggled as I leaned against the shoe island in my walk in closet. I found his number and called it. He answered after a few rings.

"Hello?" I smiled at the sound of his voice, back to the tone it was the night before when he talked to Paul. Was that yesterday, it seemed so long ago. When the fuck did I let myself fall so fast?

"Hey. what are you doing?" I asked a littler perkier than I had wanted. Great, I rolled my eyes at myself, he's gonna think you're thirteen. It didn't seem to phase him, he actually sounded happy to talk to me as well.

"Hey beautiful! I'm actually at work. What are you doing?" He asked in return a smile in his voice. I bit my lip a little before remembering what I was doing. Tease the crap out of him, be damned my English essay.

"English essay and trying to figure out what to wear today." I said, smiling a little. He snorted a short laugh before responding.

"Clothes would be a suggestion." I glared mentally at him, well no shit Sherlock. He wasn't playing into my game and making me slightly angry. Trying to get him to play along I continued.

"Well I have a lot. So now I am just standing in my closet in just my panties looking at my clothes, and I need to get dressed before I write my essay…" he groaned at the moment, making me stop. Was I annoying him? I got slightly disgruntled for a minute.

"Hold that thought, beautiful." He said and I could hear him move the phone slightly.

"'Kay!" I said again a bit more perky than I had intended. I smacked myself upside the head mentally. I heard him help someone with a CD and then the phone move again.

"I'm back sorry…" he said sounding remorseful. I smiled.

"It's okay." I said lightly. I could hear him smiling into the phone again.

"So just panties, eh?" He did pay attention. I smirked.

"Yeeep." I popped the p. I wanted to see how much I could fuck with him, "Wanna see?" I giggled playfully, but was fully serious.

"Mother fuck me." He muttered, I am fairly certain that I wasn't meant to hear it, it swelled my ego about a hundred times. "Are they the zebra ones with the pink lace?" He sounded kind of excited. I bit my lip.

"Yeah" Those are the one's you picked out after all! I thought.

"Well if you really want to send me a picture.…" He started, I didn't let him finish, I pulled up the camera feature and stood in front of my full length mirror and posed. I then texted it to him, smiling as I got back on the phone.

"Sent."

"I'll check it later…" Damn, I wanted him to look now! I wanted to know how he reacted, I was slightly disappointed and could hear him smirk into the phone. Smug bastard, no wonder he had all kinds of girls. "So you got class huh? What time?" He asked like he was actually interested. I sighed at the mention of class.

"Noon…"

"Damn that sucks. I'm stuck in the lowest depths of hell until four." He actually seemed sad about it. I wanted him to be happy. Stupid Alice! My mind yelled at me, you're caring too much again. I sighed.

"I get out at 4:30...I'm sorry." I was going to stop at that, but for some odd reason I really wanted to cheer him up. "I'd come keep you company….I'd even buy stuff!" I said a little too enthusiastic, and mentally slapped myself again. Waiting for a comment like Princess or Rich Bitch to come my way. I got something dramatically different.

"Well my day just got brighter cause you called." He sounded like he meant it and that made me happy. I smiled.

"I like talking to you too." He laughed a little, it seemed like he was relieved.

"You planning on coming to the mall any time this week..?" He asked sounding hopeful. I smirked a little.

"I might" I could hear him smile over the phone again.

"Well I'm here all week." I smiled, he wanted me to come see him. Intriguing.

"Hmmm…" I pretended to think about it, as if it were a hard choice, ogle him or sit and stare at my TV in my room. Yeah. "Well I might just to see you. Borrow the Vanquish from my brother and get there faster."

"Your brother drives a Vanquish?" He asked sounding shocked. I laughed.

"Yeah. It's his panty dropper car." I responded.

"Ahh.. well yes, that's the male consensus." He said. I suddenly wondered why Jasper didn't have a panty dropper car. Don't think about it, I thought back to myself.

"That it is." I said in agreement, picking out my clothes.

"Hey Ali," I almost fell over when he called me that, I listened intently, "speaking of your brother. Do you think he would let you out on an unsupervised date?" What? Did my brother really seem that controlling? I laughed at him.

"Of course I don't think he even wants to hear about my dates let alone supervise." Especially with you since he hates your guts. I thought.

"I feel like I've done wrong by you, by not taking you on a proper date." I could hear him smile again. Seriously, is that all it usually took to get the panties to drop with this guy? Yep. I thought. I rolled my eyes at myself.

"Are you asking me on a proper date, or just trying to get me in your bed again?" I asked with a smirk. Lets see if he's honest. He cleared his throat. Yeah not gonna tell the truth.

"A proper date. Next Weds?" He said, using his accent.

"Sure." I said a little more excitedly than I wanted. Trying to change the subject, I started talking about the clothes I picked out. "So I've decided on jeans and a tee... you think that's good? It has a bunny on it." He actually laughed. I stopped confused.

"You own pants?" He asked in a shocked tone. Well dur there sparky. You've seen me in clothes all of two times and suddenly you know what's in my closet?

"Uh yeah... I own all kinds of pants." I said sarcastically and going back to the plan I had of making him thinking about me I added with a smirk "I even own pants you can't wear panties with." I think I mentally snapped him with that one all that came out of his mouth was a slight guttural sound. I tried my hardest not to laugh out loud at him. Instead I cleared my throat. He responded by doing the same.

"So uh... jeans huh?" He asked, sounding like he was still recovering from whatever heart attack I had just given him.

"Yeah, they are cute." I answered with a small smile.

"I bet they are...." I smiled again at his sweetness.

"I'll take a pic of me like this for you, 'kay?" I asked, hoping to keep me in his head all the time and prove I wasn't a Princess like he thought. I could hear him smirk.

"I would love a picture, need proof of the pants." I rolled my eyes at him.

"You'll get proof." I retorted a little irritated. I almost wished he'd call me princess again. I decided to change the subject. "What are you doing tonight?" hoping that maybe he would come see me since my brother was going out of town on a business meeting. He groaned.

"Mandatory family dinner. You?" He asked seeming interested. I pouted a little with that.

"Nothing." Staring at the chandelier and hoping the ceiling doesn't cave in on me. I added in a thought. "Will you call me later?" I asked, hoping for some relief from my mundane and boring life.

"Of course, I need to find out when to pick you up for our date." He reminded me gently. I smiled huge and tried to keep my voice calm, he didn't need to know that he was the high point of my evening.

"'Kay."

"But I need to get back to work and you need to get dressed and some food in ya, so you can go be smarter then me." I snorted at that. Geez, what a low blow to himself. Didn't he go to college?

"'Kay." I responded and then pressed my lips against the phone and kissed. He laughed.

"Bye, beautiful." Lifting my ego a little more, I felt like I should say something in kind. So I did.

"Bye sexy," and pressed the end button on my phone. What the fuck are you doing, Alice? I thought shaking my head at myself in the mirror, he is much better at this than you are.

I got dressed and headed off to school, remembering to pick up some crackers and and orange on my way the door. I got hungry about halfway through my English class even though I had just ate, forcing me to come to the conclusion that the teacher was just so boring that he made me want to eat.

On the way home I hit Panda Express and ordered chow mien, orange chicken and sweet and sour pork. I was going to eat what I wanted because Edward wouldn't be here to tell me what was best for my health. Shit, on my worst days I think I am healthier than him, but I know his heart is in the right place so I let him. I was going to be a good girl and eat in the dining room as always, but shit I was lonely and Edward wasn't here to bitch at me for it so I ate on the floor in the living room, watching a few episodes of Gilmore Girls on DVD, that was until Rory lost her virginity to Dean, who was married. Then I just turned that shit off and threw the rest of my food in the trash knowing I wasn't going to be hungry for the rest of the night.

It reminded me of James, so similar yet so different from Jasper. Both musicians I just so happened to find myself in a sexual relationship with, exceedingly gorgeous, tall, southern accents. Man Edward was right, I do fucking have a type. Jasper was so hot and cold with me I didn't know which way I was going at any moment, he could be screaming at me and calling me a princess one minute and fucking my brains out the next. At least with James I knew what to expect. He wanted sex, he used any and all means to get sex from me, I shivered slightly remembering how it ended.

I hugged myself and went into the bathroom determined to not think about James, my mission, get Jasper whatever the fuck his last name was to fall in love with me. No matter how stupid or foolish the plan was. For some fucktard reason I really cared about him and I was just going to follow my heart for awhile and hope to god that it leads me somewhere better than before.

I was tired of being jaded. I wanted to be that girl who still believed in love.