Don't make me fall
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Chapter 3
Detention class is always almost empty in this school. I guess everybody wants out of this town. College is a great excuse.
"Hey," I hear a familiar voice behind me as I'm heading towards the seat near the heat radiator. This town is always wet and cold. Jasper takes a seat in front of me, the smell of smoke attacks my nostrils.
"You had time to make it out?" I ask him in a boring tone. He's not someone to have a serious talk with but he's too close for me to ignore him. He helped me once …
"Yeah," he answered, lazily putting his legs on the desk.
"That's the reason I'm here. I just HAD to skip last period…" he said looking straight at me, a soft smile on his lips.
He is flirting and we both know it. We also both know my father, rather well. The only reason he still keeps the game loose is because I'm underage, and he's not. He has to finish school to avoid prison. Jasper is almost 21.
"I heard the new guy is a little old fashioned," his whole body turned towards me while speaking, his head now resting on both his hands, hands that stand on my desk.
He has clearly heard about Mr Cullen and me.
"Works for me," I answered, appreciating the man in front of me. He was trouble, but a hot trouble. I was all for trouble and much for hot, just not for Forks.
"Oh yeah…And how that works exactly?" a smirk lighting his face, a strong angular face, with the right stubble, an inviting mouth, two dark blue eyes and some blonde locks framing it.
"I'm not into fashion that much," I tell him, putting my legs and old chucks in front of him…on the desk. He watches me between my bend knees and he's eyes darken even more, a finger already playing with the hem of my pants.
"You know Swan, one of these days, you and me…."
"You and she have detention to…" Mr. Cullen scared the shit out of us, the door closing with much more noise than necessary behind him. Then Jasper turned around and things became interesting in Forks.
"Well Mr.…Whitlock?" Cullen's face turned from angry to surprise as he scanned my classmate's name over and over again, turning his gaze at his face equal times.
"Jasper…What are you doing here?"
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