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I woke up that morning to a million faces staring back at me.

I sat up too quickly, and i regretted it very soon after. My head throbbed slightly from the drinks I had the night before and the cottin mouth sensation was most definately there and in full effect. I blinked the sleepiness from my eyes, and surveryed where I was. I was in a girl's room. A girl's room I had never been in prior to that moment. I vaguely remember walking into the room and quickly falling asleep. I looked around myself and saw hundreds of pictures covering the walls. I tried to see a pattern in them, hoping the pictures would give me a clue as to whose room I had slept in. They did. The same face was in every single picture.

Alice Cullen.

Wether she was smiling, laughing, making silly faces, Alice had been in every one of those pictures. And almost every picture had someone new in it. Some I recognized, others I had not. There were photos with cheerleaders, the debate club, the choir, and football players. They all seemed happy to be around her. Looking closer at a particular one of Alice and her friend Anna, the door to the room swung open and I turned quickly in surprise.

"Hey. Did you sleep well last night? I brought you some water and two advils just in case." It had just been Alice. I took the water and pills from her gratefully, shooting her a small smile to show my thanks. The water helped my dry mouth and I waited for the pills to take effect on my mild head ache. Alice sat on the edge of the bed, texting on her phone, looking anywhere but at me.

"Where did you sleep last night? Brilliant. The first question you ask the girl is where she had been the night before, after you fall asleep in her room. Smart move. Alice shrugged and turned towards me.

"I found you here last night after the party started to wind down, I figured after the football game you would be pretty tired." She brushed prettily, turning away slightly to ignore my gaze. She bit her lip self conciously, and I tried my hardest not to let on about the fact I found lip biting incredibly attractive.

"You didn't have to do that. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with your parents." It dawned on me at that moment. Her parents. Even though nothing had happened the previous night before, I was more than positive no one wants to find a boy in their fourteen year old daughter's room. Especially one slightly hungover. I stood up quickly, ignoring the slight jolt it gave my stomach and focused on finding my phone and whipping the sleep from my face. "Oh crap your parents. What am I gonna do? If they see us, your dad will kill me. Oh God, I'm so sorry." Ranting on, I turned towards her to see Alice giggling silently behind her hand. Noticing my questioning gaze, she started explaining.

"Jasper, calm down. No one's home. Bella and Rose are at work with my mom and my dad's on jury duty." Breathing a sigh of relief, I fell back down on the bed, running my hand through my hair sheepishly. I didn't say anything in reply, not really knowing what to say in that type of awkward situation. It wasn't that I had disliked Alice, most definately not. We just weren't friends by any means. Breaking the silence, Alice continued talking. "I can take you home, if you want." Nodding my consent, I then realized a minor flaw in that plan.

"You can drive?" I looked at her incrediously. She shook her head and laughed at me openly. I felt like a moron.

"Of course not, but my parents hired me a chauffer. He'll drive you home, is that cool?"

"It's more than cool. Thanks Alice, for letting me stay here last night. I hope you don't get in any trouble." I looked at her, and smiled. When she smiled back, I ignored the slight fluttering I always seemed to get. It felt good to be loved.

"Don't worry about it. It seemed like you needed a good rest. Besides, if my chaueffer wants to keep his shop he'll keep his lips sealed." We both laughed awkwardly, and she helped me get my stuff together.

"Here's your coat. I'm surprised it's still here." She leaned against the door frame, and I felt the warm Texas sun on my back.

"I'm glad it is, thanks. Again. I owe you big time." Feeling brave, I pulled her into a hug. Not one of those bone crushing, pick you up off your feet hugs, but a hug you feel you just need to give someone. But it felt good. Holding her, it was a new, tingling feelings and I almost liked it better than when she would smile at me. Almost. Pulling away from her I walked down the drive way to the dark limousine. Turning around I waved at her one last time, and she smiled that heart warming smile again. I pulled open the door, and slid into the back seat. I gave the chaueffer my address, and when I got home I fell back asleep.

That afternoon I dreamt of the room with a million faces, one always sticking out in particular.

It was the second Monday of the school year. Everything and everyone just seemed to fall back into place. I was still a popular football player, and Alice was still the happy, odd girl you saw humming in class. Tapping her foot to a song from three years ago, lost in her own world. No one ever really connected any dots between us. Even if she wore my number to every football game. To our peers, Jasper Whitlock and Alice Cullen just didn't fit. They didn't add up. They were complete opposites. Jasper was calm, blonde and tall. Alice couldn't sit still for ten minutes, and her dark hair was long and she was only 4'11. They had nothing in common. To everyone else, Jasper and Alice were just not assciated with each other. No one knew about that Saturday morning, and I planned to keep it that way. Was I ashamed of it? No. Was I keeping a delibarate secret? Not in the slightest. I just knew that involving and bringing Alice into my life would cause more problems than solve. Besides, it wasn't like we were friends. Not yet anyways.

That Monday, when I passed Alice in the hall, I stopped. Just to see if she would talk to me. She hadn't. Instead she kept walking past me, might had spared me a glance, and didn't look back. She didn't act like she loved me, but I knew she did. It was a fact, and it's always been a fact. Alice Cullen loves me, and I'd be lying if I would hate it if that ever changed. I walked to my next class, and tried to focus on Algebra. Until I got passed a note.

Looking at the top of it I saw To Jasper From Jessica written across the front. And it began.

Dear Jasper,

Where were you Saturday night? I saw you come in, then you like disappeared! We should hang out soon:).

XOXO,

Jessica

I sighed and began to scribble back, not really caring if my teacher caught us or not. I may have been secretly praying he would.

Jessica-

I left pretty early. Spent the night at Emmett's house.

- Jasper

Emmett would cover for my, that I knew. I didn't know what it was about Jessica, I just didn't like her. Being around her made me feel uncomfortable, and I was obviously uninterested in her.

Dear Jasper,

You should have stayed longer! And movies friday night?:)

XOXO,

Jessica

She was just trying so hard, but I felt nothing. No butterflies, no...tingiling. Jessica was just...there.

Jessica-

Sure, let's get everyone to go. It will be fun.

-Jasper

I knew what she meant about movies on Friday, but no. Just no. It wouldn't end well, and I would hate to hurt her feelings.

Jasper-

Okay. I'll text Tanya and Lauren, you text Mike and them.

-Jess

Thankfully, she had understood. My head snapped towards the front of the room and I watched as a little ballerina like girl walked in.

Alice.

Every head, especially male, looked up at the class room and people visibilly brightened when they saw it was little Alice Cullen. She was wearing a skirt that somehow accented her teeny waist. Her shirt was snow white, contrasting with her tan skin. She was holding an orange slip. She shifted from foot to foot, standing awkwardly by the door, smiling the whole time.

"Yes Miss. Cullen?" Even all the teachers had known her.

"I got a schedule change, because my World Geography class is filled up. So I'm in this class now. Is that okay with you?" She literally skipped towards the teacher's desk, her hair bouncing in it's ponytail.

"Of course Alice. There's only one seat available, next to Jasper. Jasper, raise you hand." I started to put my hand up, but Alice laughed and it lifted off all the tension I had when I realized she would be sitting next to me.

"Mr. Shull, I already know Jasper. He doesn't need to lift his arm up." Alice once again skipped to the desk next to mine, putting down her sparkly backpack on the floor next to her, and getting out her notes. Everyone in class was still staring at her, and she just smiled back. I turned around to the front of the room, feeling very warm all of a sudden.

"Alright class, while I'm explaining our next project, I'd very much appreciate if someone would help Miss. Cullen catch up. Mr. Whitlock?" Of course, it'd be me.

"Of course Mr. Shull." I scooted my chair closer to Alice's, and tried to ignore it when she scooted slightly away. Yeah, that's definately a confidence boost.

As the teacher went on to explain the task to the rest of the students, I attempted to talk to Alice.

"So, how far did your old class go?" Seemed like a reasonable question, especially with the task at hand.

"Far enough." Whoa. To be honest, that had stung. Here was a girl who had always just treated so amazingly, but is now snapping at me as if I killed her dog.

"Umm, okay. How far is enough?"

"You don't need to help me catch up, I got it all down." She scooted her chair farther away, but I wasn't having it. I scooted my chair right next to her's, and whispered in her ear.

"I don't know what your problem is. Why are you acting like this?" She turned away from me, clearly affected by my closeness. I tried to hide my smirk, hoping she wouldn't see it.

"Why does it matter? We're not even friends. You don't even know me." Ouch. That hurt.

"So since we're not friends you treat me like crap? I don't get it. We were fine Saturday morning." Uh-oh. Her head snapped towards mine, and her usual happy eyes darkened.

"Jasper I swear to God, if you tell anyone-"

"That I slept over at your house? Alice is that why you're mad? I wouldn't do that." Once again, her eyes flashed. Wrong choice of words, obviously.

"Right, because you wouldn't want to ruin your precious record of only being connected with cheerleaders." I stared at her in disbelief.

"No! Because I wouldn't want to ruin yours! You think I don't know what people would say about you if I told them? They'd immediately jump to their own conclusions and I wouldn't want to do that you." All of this had been spoken in hushed whispers. "I know you Alice, your perfectly clean record, and I wouldn't want to tarnish it!" After that, I turned away from her. Those things she had said hurt a little, but not enough clearly because I was just waiting for her to say something back to me.

"Jasper, I'm sorry for accusing you of telling people. It's just, my sisters. If they ever found out, it would not be good. I really am sorry." I looked back at her and saw her eyes were pleading and all the anger just seemed to flow right out of my body. How could you be mad at someone who loved you so much?

"It's okay. And thanks again, for that morning. Who knows how I would have gotten home." She blushed and looked away, and I smiled slightly to myself. The bell rang, and I made my way off to my next class. I ignored the calls of Jessica, and focused on just not being late. I woke up in a not so random girl's bed, had an arguement with said girl, and it had barely been the second Monday of the school year. Freshman year was going to be alot more eventful than I ever thought.