Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Camilla POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
"So what's your deal, sweet pea?," Peter asked from the other side of the sofa, glancing down at me with a questioning gleam in his eyes. I stared at him, blankly, for a moment, before blinking, coming back to myself, and remembering where exactly I was, and replied, "W-What do you mean?"
He smirked, and I was hit with just how handsome he actually was, "I mean what's your deal? What makes you tick - we ain't got to speakin' too much since you came here, and I jus' wanna get to know you, is all," he said, far too innocently to be actually honest.
I didn't know whether it was the anxiousness I was feeling or the general discomfort in my being but I felt a few pairs of piercingly intense eyes on my form, and even when I knew I wasn't being watched, I still felt like I was. It was unnerving, to say the least. I rolled my eyes, covertly, but chose not to reply as there was nothing I could say.
What does a person respond to a question like that?
'What a strange guy,' I thought to myself, before settling deeper in the three-seated leather couch, opposite the overtly large flat-screen television, playing some nonsensical sport that I cared little for, but the boys seemed to enjoy, so I bore it with a whimsical smile. Charlotte was sitting between Peter and I, practically on the former's lap, with one arm tucked in his hair, and the other lay on his stomach, innocently.
The gesture was personal, and a little intimate, however they weren't overbearing with it. They looked like they were young and in love, so why would I complain?
Alice and my brother were being all couple-y and cutesy a few feet away from me, and I had to practically swallow back the bile that rose in my throat, along with the food I had eaten, not half an hour earlier. I was waiting here, on edge, for no reason beyond the fact that Clyde wants to spend some quality time with Alice.
As a matter of fact, as I glanced around the room, I noticed that everyone, but myself, was locked up in some kind of personal embrace, be it simply holding hands or snuggling together, and I felt a twinge of, not so much jealousy, but a tingling desire for a rendition of what they had.
The last relationship I had been in had been ended on less that cordial terms, with both of us coming out scathed, burnt and badly damaged.
There was a reason why I hadn't given it much thought, and that was simply because if I did, there would be no 'saving me' from my thoughts, I would have to delve into them, and wrestle with my demons, head on, and I wasn't prepared for that.
I hadn't seen my ex-boyfriend in over a year and a half, and for that, I was thankful. Just the thought of him made my skin crawl and my stomach churn, uncomfortably.
Shaking my head of the thoughts I was delving into, I brought myself back to the present and found Peter's eyes settled on mine, with a small quirk in his brow, and a bemused expression on his face.
"What's wrong, sugar?" he asked, catching the attention of Charlotte, who turned towards me again. I answered, "Nothin', jus' thinkin' is all," and turned back to the television screen, my eyes glazing over with boredom. I heard a distinctly deep, rough chuckle from the corner of the room, and my eyes, of their own accord, slid over to the one and only Jasper Whitlock.
He was reclined in the singlet settee, with his arms crossed over his chest, the muscles thick and sinewy, his eyes focused on the television, although they were just as glassy and unfocused as my own.
It wasn't as though he didn't care for sports, but he just seemed.. Bored of everything. It was that type of boredom that consumed everything you did, and left little in its wake. It burned through every happiness that you indulged in, and settled deep in your bones, permanently scarring you, and taking away your will to fucking live.
I hated feeling this god damn useless.
I turned in the general direction of my brother, only to grimace deeply, as I saw that he and Alice were getting to know each other's faces a little better.
Jesus, could they not do this somewhere else?
I felt my face burn up in embarrassment, and my eyes widened in absolute horror as Peter gave me a shit-eatin' grin, and winked, before mouthing, cheekily, "You ain't getting' none, sweet thang?"
My brows furrowed, immediately, but I couldn't stop my smile that made its way onto my face. I replied, equally as teasingly, "No, sugar, I'm gettin' enough, trust me, sweetheart."
Briefly, he glanced up at something behind me, and his expression sobered, momentarily, before settling back into the mischievous atmosphere that was radiating from his form. He asked, with a grumble, "They," indicating at the two attached at the lips, "Need to quit, because I'm not feelin' to bring up my dinner," and I had to laugh, because it was true.
Not that Alice wasn't beautiful, because clearly, she was. It's just that.. It's my brother! What am I supposed to say? Well done? Seeing him with anyone is enough to make me sick, but actually be force to listen to the sound of him making out with them? Jesus, take the wheel because I cannot deal with this anymore.
"Let's jus' turn up the TV an' hope to drown out the sounds, alright?"
He nodded his acquiescence and snuggled further in with his girlfriend, his hand wrapping around her waist, and his face settling in her neck, while she giggled and acted like the typical loved-up couple.
It nearly unbearable.
-0-
Finally, we were allowed to leave the fucking Cullen residence, and the entire drive home, Clyde couldn't get that stupid fucking smirk off of his face, nor could he stop staring out onto the road, his eyes glassy and unfocused, but not inebriated. Jesus, he's caught the love-bug, and he hadn't even noticed.
"You okay, Clyde?," I asked, worriedly.
Almost sluggishly, he craned his neck to turn towards me, and gave me a lethargic nod, and a breath of a smile. He drawled, happily, "I couldn't be better, Cam.. She's amazing," and turned back to the road, as if that's what my question was asking.
Idiot.
I murmured, under my breath, "I'm glad one of us is happy," and, also, turned away from the conversation.
The last half an hour we spent at the Cullen's mansion was, by far, the most uncomfortable and awkward, in my opinion, as it was the only time Jasper and I spoke. I had been on my way back from the bathroom, only for a check-up, as I didn't like to do my business in other people's houses, when I heard slightly raised voices from a little further down the corridor.
If I were being honest, I would have to say that I was a little intrigued, however this wasn't my home, and therefore I had no right to eavesdrop, so I continued on my way, passing the room in which the noises were coming from, and turned to go down the stairs, only to hear my name being shouted.
By the people, who I had come to the assumption were Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper, in the room.
Who wouldn't be curious as to why they were being discussed by people they didn't know? But still, being as polite as I could be in this scenario, I carried on down the stairs, and pretended as though I hadn't overheard anything.
I couldn't explain why my heart was thumping so hard in my chest, though, or the fact that my stomach felt like there were thousand of tiny pinpricks inside of it, rattling around as I moved. Mr and Mrs Cullen had retired to their bedroom earlier on this evening, leaving the 'kids' to fuck around in the living room.
By 'fuck around', I meant make out without feeling an ounce of awkwardness. On their side, anyway. Fuckin' lechers.
The slamming of a door upstairs caught everyone's attention, and I felt Alice's eyes train on me, before settling on the long legs of one Rosalie Hale. A very livid Rosalie Hale, at that. Who was staring dead at me, as if I had just taken a shit on her favourite pair of Jimmy Choo's. She pointed one long, blood red nail in my direction, and growled, "Listen, nosey, the next time you want to 'overhear' a conversation, why don't you fucking ask?"
Blinking, vacuously, I stared around the room, catching the curious, worried and somewhat concerned gazes of everyone else, before settling back on her blazing golden ones, and answering, uncomprehendingly, "I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, Rosalie."
Snarling, she replied, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why were you listening in on my conversation?"
Emmett stepped forward then, and laid a hand atop her shoulder, pulling her back towards him.
Realising that this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere, I answered, with a compliant air about myself, "You were talkin' 'bout me. I didn't listen in, I overheard as I was comin' out the bathroom. I didn't even stay to listen, I came down here. I don't care what you've gotta say 'bout me, it doesn't matter. I'm sorry if you feel like I was bein' rude, that's not what I meant to be, at all, but I ain't done anythin' wrong."
She rolled her eyes, nastily, and answered, "Why are you even here? Your brother, I get it, he's with Alice, but you aren't with anyone. You're not welcome here."
One glance around the room told me more than a thousand words could, honestly. Peter and Charlotte both looked angry, Emmett couldn't believe what was coming out of his girlfriend's mouth, Edward simply gave a resigned stare in my direction, whereas Bella seemed as though she wanted to give me some kind of consoling hug. Clyde looked furious, and Alice simply seemed sad, like she knew what Rosalie was going to say, but had wished she hadn't done so.
The worst, however, was Jasper. He looked completely and utterly indifferent. He didn't care if my feelings were hurt - he probably agreed with her. Of course he did. Why in God's name wouldn't he?
Feeling tears prickle in my eyes, I whispered, quietly enough so that they couldn't have heard me, "I know" and began walking out of the house, followed by an apologetic, worried Clyde.
Almost at a loss for what to say, he asked, "You okay, cher?"
I shook my head, minutely, before walking over towards the front door, intent on letting myself out, and stewing in the incessant rage that swelled in my gut.
How dare she embarrass me in such a way?
I didn't do anything wrong! Upon sensing that I would have liked to have been alone, if only for a few moments, Clyde retreated back into the living room, and I could hear him give Rosalie some kind of Hell for what she said. I was too busy trying not to cry to pay attention to what was going on. I had just about had enough when I heard a deep chuckle from my brother's car, and as I glanced up, I saw the silhouette of one Jasper fuckin' Whitlock.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I garbled out, my throat tight and my hands shaking.
He smirked, and I thought my heart would thump so hard, it would jump out of my throat. He stated, "Nope, I ain't need to be nowhere. You looked like you was gonna cry, and I thought I might be able to help."
Rolling my eyes, and wiping the trails of accidentally shed tears away, I walked over to the car, and hopped onto the cool silver hood. I reclined on the windscreen, and sighed, "There ain't nothin' you can do for me, so you can go inside."
And I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt when he eventually did so.
Hey guys! Well.. I have some news.
It depends on your opinion, but I'm very happy with it!
I am, officially, a college student!
I love the campus, its.. Surprisingly open, as a matter of fact. I like the people, although a lot of the people who.. Tormented me in 'high school' are going there, and I'm quite anxious about that but I'm getting on with it!
And with that comes with a lot of responsibilities.
Now that I'm out of 'high school' I don't have nearly as much free time, and independent study becomes paramount to everything else.
Including my fics.
I am not abandoning this story.
REPEAT: I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY!
I'm just warning you that these chapters you're getting are going to be it for a while. I break up in October for a few days, so maybe I'll give you guys a few chapters then, and so on, and so forth.