It's time, it's time! Halloween for Bella and Jasper! So, as usual, everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I just like to play with the characters. Beta-ing done by the wonderful EdwardsMate4Ever.
(Sweet Jasper)
Band Practice
Chapter 2 – High School Heaven
Looking into his eyes, she believed him. She wanted to believe him; she wanted to believe anything.
He leaned forward and touched his lips lightly to her cheek, then pulled her closer until their lips touched. She started, as his face felt cold and hard, like marble, then decided she would warm that up.
Her heart was pounding. She didn't think of herself as an easy score. She'd only met this guy minutes ago. But it just felt right. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Still hard and cold. What was wrong with him? Who cared? His fragrance was unreal and intoxicating. Hard to pin down. Like the smell of cinnamon, leather and sunshine.
They kissed, and he began to nuzzle his way down her neck, kissing every inch. She moaned.
His chest rumbled at the sound, and it almost felt like…wait, was he purring?
His arms slipped down her side, then caressed her hip briefly before coming to rest on her thigh.
That jerked her back to reality. It may have been dark out, but they were still sitting on a public bench. Anyone could see them. And probably everyone was watching, Bella couldn't help but think. Jasper pulled her closer and his intoxicating breath made her forget her misgivings.
They sat making out on the bench for what seemed like forever or maybe just a few minutes. Finally a car pulled up and she heard a few hoots and a "whoo." She pulled back. After all, she was the Chief of Police's daughter.
"Guess I got a little carried away," Jasper said. He stood up and held out his hand to her. When she tried to stand, her legs were so wobbly that she sat back down. He laughed and seated himself next to her, taking her hand.
"The feeling is mutual," he stated.
"But you stood up," she said.
He just grinned, leaned forward and touched her hair, finger-combing it a bit. The way he looked at her, he seemed so sincere. But how could he feel like that, having just met her?
"Guess we should be going back," she finally said.
"If you say so," he replied.
"Wait, it's a dance. I don't have a dress."
"Neither do I," he replied.
"Silly, you wouldn't wear a dress."
Then his face was serious. "What should I wear?"
"You're in the band. Isn't that what you're going to wear on stage? What you have on?"
"Right," he said absently.
"Well, let's go back," she said.
The walk back to the school only took about five minutes. The front was lit up, and the parking lot was filled with cars and laughing kids. Some wore formal attire, others must have been with the band and just had on jeans and hoodies. She could see the faint flickers of light from cigarettes and probably joints as they passed. At the front door, Jasper bought tickets. The ticket sellers cast looks at Bella's jeans and plaid shirt, but she just said she was with Jasper, and all questions stopped when the girls looked at Jasper.
When the couple reached the auditorium, Bella heard the slow sound of a ballad being played.
Jasper stopped. "Shall we?"
"I'm not dressed…" she began.
"I don't care,' he said, tugging her into the auditorium. Once inside, he pulled her close.
"I can't dance," she said.
"Just follow me," he whispered, his eyes looking down at her.
The singer was awful, but the song was a classic, Bob Seeger's "On the Road Again." They swayed to the music, and Bella realized she was dancing, despite herself. It was easy with him.
She closed her eyes. Just live in the moment. He's in your arms now. Live for the moment, the music, the dance.
When the song was over, a fast song came on, and Jasper led her out.
As he headed toward a darkened hallway, she said, "The band room is over here." When he looked at her blankly, she continued, "Your guitar…"
"Later," he said, and pulled open the door of a classroom. Bella reached over to flick on the lights and he put his hand over hers, taking it in his and pulling her further into the room.
She leaned up to put her arms around those hard shoulders, and as he bent, she jumped up and fastened herself to him like a starfish, clinging and pulling him close. He seemed startled but pleased by her boldness and leaned down to kiss her.
For a while, the rest of the world ceased to exist.
Later, when they left the classroom, he picked up his guitar and started to walk past the auditorium, which was now dark and full of the raucous sounds of the local band. Cheers were going out for Eric's band.
But something was wrong. Jasper wasn't going in.
"Stage fright?" she asked.
"Can't play," he said.
"Wait, what?" she asked.
He tugged at her hair playfully as he put his other arm around her waist. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Going to walk away because I'm not a future rock star?"
"You do look the part," she mumbled.
"Want to hear me sing?" he asked. "Let's stay together…."
She slapped at him playfully.
"I mean it," he said softly. "I want us to stay together. Forever."
Looking into his eyes, she believed it could be more than just tonight. As they went outside into the chilly, rainy evening, he walked up to a van, pulled open the back and climbed in. He held out his hand for her. She didn't hesitate. As soon as she was in, he pulled her down onto his lap.She leaned back against his chest. "That sounds great."
He nuzzled her neck, kissing her hair. "Does it? Would you?"
"Hold on," she said, pushing him back playfully. "If you can't play, why did you stop at the high school?"
"I was in the forest when I picked up your scent," he said. "I couldn't stay away. I saw you inside the school, and saw the signs for the bands. So I picked up this guitar."
The statement that he could smell her barely fazed her. He was cold and hard as stone. So he could smell her a ways away. Hardly the strangest thing about him. And for some reason, none of it bothered her.
"And the van?" she said.
"Borrowed. Short term loan," Jasper replied.
"Does the owner know?"
"Probably not," he said. "Answer my question. Would you?"
"Would I what?" she asked.
"Stay with me forever?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. The breath that furled across her face was sweet and intoxicating. He kissed her neck, his stony, cold lips tickling as they caressed.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes."
"That's all I needed to know," he said. He gave a few taps to the front of the paneling, and the van started up. There must have been someone in the front seat.
She looked up at him, puzzled.
"My brother, Emmett," Jasper said. "He's driving us home."
That sounded good to Bella, so she relaxed into his arms, and she wasn't really surprised as his nuzzles on her neck suddenly turned to a sharp bite.
THE END
So, Happy Halloween everybody!
Ending this year on a sweet note! Leave me a note, let me know what you think! I've really appreciated all the support shown for my stories.
Next up – Jasper's POV of this story…
And I may have enough to post it over three or four days. So a li'l bit of Jasper for consecutive days…hmmm…