A/N: I know you guys have lots of questions, but don't worry. They will be answered in time, just enjoy the ride.
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March, 2012
~14~
I stare impassively at Jasper. "Is there something I can help you with, Jasper?" I question, skipping over pleasantries. I have too much to think about and do to waste my time on him.
"I saw you sitting out here alone. There's a first now, isn't it?" Jasper smirks sarcastically. Yeah Jasper, I have few friends. What-the-hell-ever. Being alone is much better than hanging around with the likes of Mike Newton like you do.
When I don't say anything in return, he relaxes slightly, resting his chin on his left hand. "So," he begins, sounding slightly despondent. "Has she contacted you?"
By she I know he means Alice.
My face softens ever so slightly. "Jasper… you know she isn't able to contact anyone. Besides, if she could, don't you think you would be at the top of the list?"
"Nah. I doubt it."
"Alice loved you, Jasper."
"Bella, Alice loved boys. She may have loved me, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't as much as I loved her."
This is the most Jasper has said to me all year, and I can't keep the surprise off my face when I realize how much he is opening up. To me.
"What do you mean by 'Alice loved boys'? I don't understand…"
Jasper explodes, his body tensing, fist slamming down on the table. "She was cheating on me! With fucking Jacob Black." He notices the astonishment evident on my face.
What?
"Shit, like you don't know?" He scoffs. "She told you everything. You're friends with the fucker. Don't give me that."
I am speechless. Entirely and utterly speechless.
Jasper stares at me speculatively. My face must convey the truth because a long moment later, he hesitantly whispers, "You really didn't know?"
I shake my head, mutely.
"Damn, Bella." Jasper suddenly looks stricken, the fist that was laying forgotten on the table grasps his blond hair tightly. "Shit. I thought you did. I thought you were in on it. Covering up for her. Fuck. And the shit I've done to you this year, all that shit. I was just so angry Bella. The entire fucking school thinks you cheated on Edward, that you're some kind of whore, and makes your life miserable. And it's my fault. Fuck."
I stand up abruptly, my chair falling back.
"Well Jasper, that's what happens when you jump to conclusions," I reply bitterly. "Have a nice day."
With that, I leave Jasper sitting at the table, grief evident on his face.
My destination: the butcher shop.
A/N: See, perhaps Jasper isn't too bad of a guy ;)