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
November 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
After my wonderful day out with Danny, and my intriguing night out with Jasper, I ended up sleeping in, only to be woken up by the vibrating of my phone. It was a text from Jas, and I felt my heart flutter wildly in my chest. Even after finding out about everything that made me.. Wrong, he was still here, and he still wanted to be with me. That thought made me feel all warm and gooey inside. It was around quarter to 7 in the morning, and once I had sent the text, I slipped back into a light sleep.
Of course that had to be interrupted, also, but with a less enjoyable result.
"Listen you asshole," Clyde growled as he flopped onto my bed, shaking me out of my slumber, "I already told you that I didn't like that Jasper guy, an' I find you passed out, in his arms, an' I'm not supposed to worry?"
I rolled onto my side, my hair an absolute mess, and my eyes puffy from a lack of sleep. I groaned, "Mph, what are you talkin' 'bout, Cly?"
He groaned, and reached beneath the sheets and grabbed both of my ankles, with a sadistic smirk on his face, and roughly dragged me out of my bed, off onto the floor, the duvet falling into an unkempt bundle around me.
"CLYDE, YOU ASS!," I shouted, my head dizzy and I reached out and punched him, unkindly, in his shoulder, causing him to laugh, loudly, at my pain. He shrugged, "You deserved it, Cher," he chuckled, then, and began shuffled out of my room, before lilting, "Ali wants you to come over."
"You could have just asked, you jack hole," I growled, under my breath as I re-spread my bed, and slipped into the bathroom, quietly, a towel drawn over my shoulder, and switched on the chrome shower. I brushed my teeth while I waited for it to stop fluctuating, and washed my face, quickly, with a teal flannel that was folded up in the corner. Once I was finished, I slipped beneath the heated spray, and sighed in happiness. At some point today, I was going to make Clyde hurt for what he did this morning, and it would be beautiful. I might just take our baby photo album over to the Cullen's, and embarrass him to all imaginable Hell. Yes... I may just do that.
As soon as I finished washing my hair as thoroughly as possible, I went about scrubbing my skin until it was almost red-raw and squeaky clean, and stepped out, onto the furry bathroom mat. I clipped my hair up, the curly tendrils meshing together in a thick brown mess. I returned to my bedroom, quickly, the house itself a little on the chilly side, and once I looked out of the window, I saw that it was fucking snowing.
Like, actual snow.
Everywhere.
Covering everything.
In sight.
And I was excited.
I barely had enough time to dry my hair and throw it up in a messy bun and get dressed in a thick pair of jeans, tucked into a pair of Docs, a long sleeved thermal sports shirt, covered with a thick olive sweater, before I was outside.
It was hardly viable for Fashion Weekly but it was warmer than anything else I had in my closet, and it would have to do. Clyde was already outside, marveling at the still-falling snow, and I quickly joined him.
The air was crisp, and a little on the chilly side, but I didn't mine. It was a welcomed change. The snow fell from the sky, some of it caught in my hair, other flakes falling onto the tip of my nose and cheeks. Clyde laughed, joyously, just glad to be around the frosty flecks falling from the greying sky, and I had to join him. It was brilliant.
"This is gorgeous!," he shouted, running through the driveway, like a mad, excitable child. His hazel eyes were light, his overcoat fitted, and his hard-soled shoes masked with the white shavings of delight.
"I've never seen anythin' like this back home!," he laughed, fingering a clump of icy-goodness, and I replied, "I know, Cly, ain't it gorgeous?"
We spent the next few hours just playing in the snow together - a snow fight turned into a snow battle, which formed a colossal snow war, and it was amazing. We were coated, head-to-toe in the wet, freezing half-liquid, mushy substance as we trekked inside.
"You're gonna have to get changed, you know," Clyde joked, and I replied with a moody huff, and my eyes promised murder in the most painful of ways. I laughed, quietly, as I kicked off my books, hanging them on the now-heated radiator.
It would take about half an hour but they would be pretty much dry by the time I was done getting dressed to go down to the Cullen's. Clyde told me he would drop me off, however I declined, citing that he would end up spending all his time with Ali, and it was my turn with the pint-sized princess, plus he didn't have any snow-tires on his car, so it was a little on the dangerous side.
He refused to let me take my bike, though, recalling verbatim how many snow-related motorcycle accidents there are all over the country. Of course, I agreed wholly with him - it was very dangerous, and I didn't have a death wish. I would take a cab.
After having to peel my clothes from my body, I ended up pulling a similar outfit; a sweater, a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of thick, warm socks. My stomach growled, annoyingly, and after I checked the time, and finding that it was only half past 11 in the morning, I went about making myself something to eat. Clyde, being the everlasting abyss of hunger that he was, wanted something too, so I made us both a whole heap of maple hotcakes, which we devoured, as quick as a snap.
"That was good," Clyde commented, distractedly, his plate squeaky clean, and I replied with a simple, mocking, "Mhmm, I know."
Once all of the plates were washed and drying, I called up the taxicab and slipped on my shoes, and grabbed my backpack from its spot, nestled between two cushions in my living room. Clyde said he would be getting some work done at him - studying like I probably should have been, however my classes was never a problem for me. A loud blare of a horn alerted me to the arrival of my cab, and within minutes, I was on my way to the Cullen's.
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"You took your time, Cammy!," Ali squealed as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, just as I stepped into her house. Her exuberance was both refreshing and wonderful, and I fed off of it. She yelled, "C'mon! Char, Bella and Rosie are waiting!"
She led me through the living room, and into the garden, where the three girls were, of course, sitting in the conservatory, while the guys fucked around in the snow. It was a sight to see - a family of beautiful people all playing together; everyone laughing joyously and big smiles on their stunning faces. I asked Ali, "What.. Why did you ask me here, sugar?"
She turned to me, and said, "You're family now - is it so wrong that we wanted to spend time with you?"
My eyes widened, dazzlingly, and stammered, "W-What..?"
She laughed, loudly, "Clyde's my boyfriend, we spend enough time together. It's girly-time. C'mon," she tapped Rosalie on the shoulder, lightly, drawing her out of her Emmett-filled reverie, "Upstairs, girls."
Jasper wasn't out there, but Peter was, and the smile on his face was second-to-none. He looked like he was having the time of his life! Char had been watching him, up until I stepped into the room, and her eyes were trained only on me.
Ali sauntered out of the room, and up the stairs, with a inquisitive gleam in her eye. Swiftly, I was led up to the first floor, and back into Ali's bedroom, and I plopped onto the stripy beanbag besides the ottoman beneath her window.
"Is this snow, like.. A usual thing?," I asked, my attention still focused on the icicles forming on the ends of her windowsill. Rose chuckled, softly, and replied, "Yeah.. It's gross."
I rolled my eyes, and said, my voice filled with wonderment and delight, "How can you think that? It's beautiful." She stared at me, blankly, as if I had grown a second head, and I elaborated by reaching out and breaking one off from the ledge.
"Look," I approached her, my hand open, "It's beautiful. I've never seen this before. I know its dumb, but.. Its fascinating, don't you think?"
She scoffed, "What I'll find fascinating is shoving that icicle up your butt."
"Try me, beautiful," I joked, and threw the icicle out of the window, with a bright smile on my face. A knock on the door interrupted our cackle-fest, and all of our interests were directed towards the quiet blonde who walked in.
"Irina," Alice stated, tightly, "What are you doing up here?"
She shrugged, giving me the briefest, most intense look I had ever received, and replied, "Nothing. I was bored so I came upstairs. Am I not allowed to do that now?"
Ali rolled her eyes, covertly, and nodded, curtly, her interests firmly placed on her perfectly manicured nails and nothing else. Irina, now that I was properly looking at her, in direct lighting, and without the heavy haze of recreational drugs in my system, I noted that she was just as beautiful as the rest. If not more, in that supermodel-esque way that made me a little self-conscious.
She had long, dead straight, blonde hair, her eyes the same molten topaz as the rest of the family, and was tall, standing at an easy 5 foot 9, perfect model height, I noted, and she was lean, lithe and seemed agile.
She was stunning.
She sashayed besides me, and almost purposefully sat with her back against the wall, as if she wanted to rub the fact that she was so beautiful in my face. She said, directed at me, "I'm Irina."
"Camilla," I smiled, gently, and turned back to the three other ladies. And they didn't look impressed in the slightest.
Char looked like she wanted to slice the skin off of Irina's face and wear it to Mardi Gras 2021, and it took everything in me not to laugh, loudly, at her murderous expression. Rose looked disgusted. That was the only way to describe the absolute revulsion that decorated her expression. She actually seemed like she wanted to be sick all over Alice's perfect carpet. I think, though, the worst expression that I had to witness was radiating from that pixie-chick, seated at the head of her bed. She looked completely indifferent to Irina's existence. I was always used to an overtly effervescent gleam in her eyes, and now, as they looked over the pretty blonde, she looked dead, and it was disconcerting. I wondered why they disliked her so much. I mean.. I guess I haven't got a reason to hate her - she's my.. She's Jasper's ex-chick-on-the-side, and he was gorgeous, and I could see that she was in love with him, and it kind of hurt me to impose on their.. Situation, but I couldn't help it. Jasper was my.. Well.. What was he to me? Not my boyfriend, he hasn't given himself that title, and I didn't want to get my.. Hopes up, I guess.
He was.. In my eyes, the only guy I planned on being with, while we were together, but we weren't fucking, but we did make out a few times. Maybe we weren't anything serious - he hasn't tried anything with me, not really, and I suppose that's a little upsetting with me, but, I'm kind of relieved. I wouldn't have wanted him to.. Not yet. Not before I was able to actually tell him about myself, and even after I did, he stuck around. That was enough for me. For not, at least. The atmosphere within the bedroom was as frosty as the ice paving the treetops outside. I felt as though I had to break it, because none of the other people were going to any time soon.
"So! What do you guys do for fun around here?"
My chuckle was forced and more than a little awkward, and it was met with a wall of stony, uncomfortable silence. I turned to Irina, with what I hoped to be a friendly smile, and said, "How are you?"
She blinked at me, her eyes flashing with nothing but anger and unresolved tension, and bit out, "I'm fine, Cammy."
"Okay," I sighed, "Rose.. What's the plan for today?"
She tore her eyes from glaring a hole into the side of Irina's head, and turned to me, warmth seeping into her eyes, and said, "Nothing, Cam.. We were just going to spend some time together.. You know," she turned back to the other blonde, "As a family."
Oh Jesus.
Irina gnashed her teeth, and spat, "So I'm not family now?"
"No."
Charlotte was quick and to the point, a challenge clear in her expression. She wanted Irina to say something - anything, that would piss her off, and she would jump at the chance. What the actual fuck happened while I was gone?
"That's horseshit, Charlotte! If anyone's not a part of this family, its you, you filthy hum-"
"SHUT UP!"
Alice's normally quiet voice was filled with malice and felt like freshly frozen steel. It made me double take, as well.
"If you open that whore mouth of yours one more time, and speak any of that bullshit in my house, I will end you, Irina," she promised, "Please believe that."
There was a gaping moment of silence before Char clasped her hands together, loudly, and said, "Welp, if this isn't awkward, I don't know what is."
"Damn straight," I wheezed out, quietly, and played with the ends of my hair. Irina stood then, towering over me within half a second, and growled, "If anyone wanted your input, I'm sure they would ask for it, but seeing as how we didn't, be quiet."
"Excuse me?," I followed her movements, and stood up, facing her with my hands crossed over my chest, and my brow quirking. She shuffled forward, so we were standing just over arms length from one another, and replied, "You heard me, bitch. First you muscle in on my boyfriend, then you force me from my family. If you think I'm going to take that lying down, you're out of your damn mind."
As soon as she moved, the other three in the room did also, and shuffled slightly closer to me, worry etching onto their features, and I craned my neck so I was looking up at her, and commented, sarcastically, "If he was your boyfriend, why is he lookin' up my goddamn name? If Jas is your guy, please, talk to him, not me. Did I force him from your side? Did I take a gun and push it to his head and order him away from you? Evidently you didn't do somethin' right, otherwise he wouldn't be near me. So instead of getting mad at me, why don't you go talk to him?"
"You threw yourself at him," she assured, vehemently, "You're nothing more than a fling. You're nothing to him. I'm the one that always been there."
I chuckled, quietly, silently fuming at her words, "I'm sure you're right, but he is with me. It's him callin' me at all hours of the night. It's him textin' me. If he don't care nothing' 'bout me, why can't he leave me alone? Please - talk to your 'man', sweets."
She knew I was speaking nothing but the truth. She gnashed her teeth at me, and took a further step forward, however was hit with a wall of nothing but Rosalie.
"That's enough of this pissing contest - Irina, Jasper is with Camilla, you knew that whatever you.. Had was temporary. You knew he would never actually be with you."
She growled, lowly, but the heartbreak was clear in her eyes. I felt for her, I really did. No matter how much I may want Jas, I wouldn't have done it this way.
Her lower lip trembled, and I felt my heart clench in sympathy for her, and she stammered, pathetically, "I..I.. I've got to go."
And then she swept out of the room.
Char waited with bated breath for a moment, before clasping her hands together, and sighing, "Like I said.. Awkward."
And, boy, was she right.
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Hope you enjoyed it! Read, review and favorite!
Okay, so I'm gonna start off my saying that Irina isn't wrong for how she feels, or how she reacted. I feel like from her perspective, Camilla isn't worthy of Jasper; she's human and she's innocent, and that's just now who Jasper is, or who she thinks he needs. The way the Cullen girls reacted was intense - they already don't like Irina, and now have a viable reason to react meanly towards her, through trying to protect their sister, Camilla.
This chapter was hard for me to write, because I've been in all three situations before; the girl who wants to be with someone but is being embarrassed and insulted by others because of it, the girl who's protecting a friend, and the clueless one who misses all the covert digs because she has no idea what's going on, and all three aren't exactly nice positions to be in.
Either way, I hope you enjoy it! Read, review and favorite!