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The first stretch of the drive is silent. Jasper is left trying to figure out what he could say to his family that would make up for his extended absense. Esme would be worried, and would no doubt fawn over him the minute he walks in the door. Carlisle would welcome him back calmly, and make the least of a show. Emmett and Edward would be alright, but Rosalie was bound to punch him the second she sees him. Hell, probably before he even gets in the house.
"How have things been?"
"Quiet. Esme has missed you, and the boys moped around the house. Apparently Edward's chess games aren't as much fun for Emmett. He's missed his wrestling buddy. We've been waiting for a call, but we haven't heard from you."
He sighs an unneeded breath. "I needed to get away and clear my head. I hope you understand."
Bella shrugs. "We all need time away sometimes. It just worried us because it's uncommon for you to not be in contact. Esme thought you'd lied and run off."
"I wouldn't do that. I love you all more than that."
"Jazz, we know. You know how she is. Quite the mother hen, at all times."
The sky changes from early morning to the evening. They're forced to wait a few hours through an excruciatingly long customs line passing from Canada back in to the United States.
The dialogue is more open, the closer they get to home. Jasper's surprised by how much he's missed it. "I actually can't wait to be back," he says, settling back in to his seat.
"I'm sure Alice can't wait to see you, either," she quips.
His head snaps to look at her. "I wasn't..." he tries to defend himself, but it falls flat.
"Rosalie blames her for you leaving. We all told her it was your decision."
"I screwed things up, didn't I?" he asks, referring to both aspects of his life.
"It's quite possible, I won't lie," she admits.
The closer they get to Forks, the darker the sky seems to be, with the lack of streetlights as they wind through the old highway.
Two weeks.... It had been almost a complete two weeks—already had been if you were counting it as school-weeks. Once the beginning of that second week had begun with no sign of Jasper, it had been that Tuesday Alice had glanced towards the Cullen and instantly snap her attention back to her own sitting because all she had been met with was a glare from the blonde known as Rosalie. The look, full of anger, had made a shiver run down her spine and actually forced her to the point of feeling so nauseous she had gone home early once stopping by the nurses office.
Also, for the entirety of this past week she had been asked, repeatedly despite having said not he first time, to go on a date with a senior at Forks High School known as Ronny Knox; a boy who was the closest thing possible to a playboy in this small town.
He had just kept asking and asking.... The boy just wouldn't take no for an answer, and rather than Eric, Tyler, and Mike getting needlessly in a fight with the guy to try and get him to back off the pixie-like Swan girl told them to relax before then explained to her group of friends she'd go on a date with him once to shut him up and that would be—hopefully anyway—the end of it. She had finally agreed to him yesterday which was Thursday, and after some talking with Charlie that resulted in him giving her a can of pepper spray once being convinced she'd be fine. Part of the reason for Chief Swan's hesitance was because just the past Wednesday of the current week had a long-time friend had been... well... brutally murdered in his fishing boat, and the footprints found suggested it was someone human.
So, well la! A gift granted of pepper spray due to a father having twice the need to be protective.
It was currently Friday night, the night of her 'date' with Ronny. Alice had been picked up by the boy half an hour ago and they had begun to head to Seattle to where the large theater was playing a movie that wasn't in Port Angeles... and as of roughly five minutes ago she had been practically thrown out of his car on the side of the rode, and rolled down into a mud-filled ditched.
The tires of Ronny's car would squeal and drive off to continue on his journey to Seattle, and a few moments once the vehicle was out of site would the poor Swan girl crawl out of the ditched to stand on the side of the road. "Groping bastard!" Alice snapped after him in a loud and harsh shout, though she knew he was long gone, and as a gust of wind blew harshly around her the poor girl gave a shudder from the chill.
She was wearing a grey long-sleeved shirt with one of the sleeves now currently torn open from collar to elbow, a pair of black jeans, and a simple. She would have had her coat... but that was in the bastard's car along with her phone in one of the side pockets. The short brunette did have her wallet on her, but the only thing in it was her license.
Alice stood there a moment, glaring off in the direction Ronny Knox had driven, but after a moment she'd close her eyes before looking down to her hand that clutched something she was very thankful to have had; Federal Brand Pepper-Spray. "Thanks, Charlie...." This was whispered softly whilst staring at the almost-empty canister before shoving it into her jeans pocket before turning and beginning the hour-long while walking travel time back to Forks.
I had a bad feeling ever since I agreed to go out with him on the 'date' tonight, even if the only reason I did it was to make him leave me alone. This was thought to herself before absentmindedly noting, even to her own surprise, that over anything else irritation was what she felt the most. Not fear, but irritation.
As she continued the beginning of the hour-long trek back to Forks along the only highway that led through/into the town, she did a mental assessment; her entire body was caked in mud from head to toe, but due to lack of stinging sensation she didn't believe she was bleeding anywhere. The brown-eyed girl was sore, and her face specifically hurt due to Ronny having hit her before hard upon the cheek but other than that and being freezing cold due to the chilly breeze and wet med, she figured she was pretty okay physically.
He opens his mouth to argue, but quickly shuts it. Her eyes are already closed, and Jasper is well aware that at this time, he wasn't going to win this argument. So, he's out of the room silently, and before she even utters the second number.
Thanks to Edward, and his ever-invasive mind reading, Jasper doesn't even have to explain where he's going when he begins packing his things. It pains him to know that he's making Esme sad, and Rosalie even more angry, but he's grateful that they understand well enough to let him have this space. However, Esme does reach out to stop him at the door. "You will be back, won't you?" while she knows he will, the nagging doubt is still evident in her eyes.
"I promise. I just need to clear my head. Without you trying to help, Edward," he adds wryly, looking over their mother's shoulder.
If anything, Alaska only made him more frustrated. The endless hills of snow and trees did little to distract him. Despite the efforts of the Cullen's adoptive relatives, Jasper barely moves from his place in the guest cabin. At least, until Bella arrives on the twelfth day, nearly a week longer than he intended to be gone. She manages to talk him in to coming home, and he agrees, if only to make the sad look on her face disappear. In silence, he packs his things and he joins her in her truck, still her most prized possession. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
"At least you're aware of it," is all she says in return.
"I think I could just as easily get caught up on a week's worth of homework, thank you very much...." That had been her instant response to that comment about him being able to get caught up easier if he took a break, the lightest bit of petulance in her voice as her lips had pouted, but her expression relaxed into a sobered look as the blonde continued to speak.
When the pale-skinned boy claimed to have already let her know is decision, Alice noted immediately that he wouldn't look her in the eyes as he spoke though she didn't call him out on it. "I know my own decision too." That had been her statement, she returning to a casual silence as Jasper spoke again and once he was finished the pixie-like girl simply stared at him a moment before huffing a soft sigh that almost made her current level of irritation audible. "Look, I don't know about you but I am tired, and you should probably leave before Charlie wakes up and comes in her with a shot-gun." Despite being irritated, the slightest bit of dry humor entered her voice, "So, I'm gonna close my eyes, count to ten, and while I'm counting you just leave my house however it was you got into it. Sound good?" She promptly decided to to not await a response, and closed her eyes whilst bringing up a hand to cover over them as well for dramatic effect. In her head she counted to the number she declared she would, and once she opened those chocolate-brown eyes of her's she wasn't surprise to find the boy gone.
The Swan girl glanced around her room a moment before walking over and shutting her window With that task done she headed back over to bed, curled up under her covers, and within a matter of minutes she was back to sleep.
And though it was faint and blurry by morning—the only true remaining facts being that of nature and sparkles likes diamonds—that had been the first night Alice Swan had dreamt of Jasper Hale of the Cullen family.
"I was hoping that your choice would be to follow my advice," he admits, running a hand through his hair, as she huffs.
Her proposition peaks his interest, but Jasper is wary before she continues. It would be easy enough for him to skip school for the week. No one ever seemed to question Carlisle and Esme when they pulled the kids out for random 'camping trips'. He's convinced that the teachers wouldn't even bat an eye at his absence by now. "If anyone should take time off, it would be me. It will be easier for me to get caught up on what I miss."
It was a tempting offer. At least, in order for her to make her decision. "I think it's more important, however, that it is you who thinks about this, during the week. Think about whether or not you want to risk being around me. You know my decision," he avoids eye contact, since he knows the lie is obvious, anyways.
He didn't want to be away from her. It was the exact opposite of what he wanted. Still, he didn't have a choice. What kind of monster would expose an innocent person to this lifestyle? He could barely look at himself in the mirror, how would she be able to look past that, or even survive being around him? While his thirst had been tamed for the most part, he still had occasional slip ups, in which Edward and Emmett have to step in before he hurts someone.
"Alice, the last thing I want is to hurt you. Believe me, if there was another way, this friendship could work. I don't regret helping you, or the time we've had to become acquainted with one another. I'm just trying to save you from inevitable disappointment," he reigns in his own sadness before it emulates to her.
The short brunette obviously hadn't listened to Jasper as he tried to declare she leaving him alone and just accepting the fact that he didn't want her bothering him any longer. Even though he claimed it wasn't anything she'd done, it's what it felt like; she was some annoyance being cast aside. However if the reason she didn't try to listen to his reasoning was of her own will, or the fact that she was too emotionally caught up in her rant, well... the truth of it may never be clearly known.
When he the blonde male was suddenly so close to her, having moved across the room to stand in front of her body in a inhuman speed, Alice... had a surprising reaction. She hadn't tensed, though she did jump in surprise. Oh no, the only truly reaction beside the jumping was to level the boy with a stare of her brown eyes. Then Jasper had reached up and his cool fingertips brushed away her tears... she didn't flinch from that contact either, allowed him to perform the task, but once he was done she looked down at the space of carpet between them before taking a small step back so they could have a bit more than a simple foot of space.
"Aren't I allowed a choice at all?" That had been her simple question as she finally looked back up to him, but well before the Cullen male could likely answer she simply huffed a soft sigh whilst bringing up one of her hands to swipe away any possibly remaining tears upon her face. "Look, maybe we could make like a deal or something with... with whatever the issues are here." She stalled in her speaking briefly, her subconscious mind trying to shout forth an answer it already knew due to all the info she has gather, but she didn't listen due to how... impossible it seemed.
After a few moment she finally continued, "Maybe one of us could take like a week-long break from school starting Monday. You should probably be the one to take it since you've been in school much longer and more here than I've had the chance too, but if need be I'm sure Charlie can arrange one for me." A soft smile curled her lips as she thought of her father's gentle swing upon the town and had no doubt he probably could get her a week off if he promised to come pick up all her schoolwork for the little mini-vacation beforehand. "If after that week, no matter which of us who it is that takes the break, if you still want me to leave you alone, then I will, Jasper. But no matter what you decide after the week, I'd appreciate some sort of answer to why you seemingly broke, like, a personal rule by being nice to me. Sound like a deal at all?" The short brunette finished her explanation of her 'deal' that she held in mind, and silently she awaited his answer.
In the honesty of her thoughts, she had to admit... the promise that if he still wanted her to leave him alone once the sabbatical was over would be a hard one to keep. He was so, so fascinating. Jasper Cullen was remarkable and enticing in her books, and despite she not spending a grand amount of time with him during her first month in Forks, she dearly wanted the chance to spend more time. If she was to be honest, Alice wanted to know everything and everything about him, and the past that seemed to make him believe wasn't deserving of being a shared burden.
He wants to answer her question, but finds no answer within himself. What was it about her that made him break his strict resolve? No matter how hard he tries, Jasper can't give her an explanation. So, he remains silent while she continues her rant.
As her emotions rise, and become more jagged, he feels himself being overwhelmed. His golden eyes close, and he tries to get a hold of his composure. "Alice, I know it's hard to understand, but please, listen to me. It's for the best. You will be much happier," his voice is pained.
The hurt radiating from her causes him to be even more guilty. "I'm not trying to-" he's interrupted when she continues to speak.
Jasper stands, a defeated look on his face. That is, until she poses her last question. He's across the room in an instant, standing in front of her, his eyes flaring. "Regret is the furthest thing I feel towards you, Alice. I'm full of nothing but relief that I was able to help in any way, to keep you safe."
Frustrated, he presses his palms over his eyes. "Can you just...can you just calm down, please? It's very distracting," he begs, drowning in her sadness.
The tears on her face are like a slap to him, and his inner battle against his will caves, and a freezing hand comes up to wipe the tears away. "I am bad for you, Alice. My life is not something you want to be involved in. The Cullens took me in and saved me, but my past is not something that anyone should bear witness to, in any way."
At the his dry humored words about how he didn't 'technically' break into her house and bedroom since breaking in would apparently entitle malicious intent, and also her window was open, the small brunette arched an eyebrow but didn't verbally comment on his words. He thinks he's so funny, and I bet he thinks being 'funny' must make him cute too. This was thought to herself in slightly teasing disbelief, but Alice would be a liar if she tried to decline the fact the edges of her lips had quirked up just a little.
However his expression soon became serious, and as he began to speak again with an equally serious tone her own expression sobered up as she started listening to all of the words he was speaking to her. By the time he finished his little speech about how according to him she should just trust his words and stay away from him and the rest of the Cullens. The pixie-like female stared at him blankly a few moments, but finally she spoke, "...Why were you even nice to me in the first place, then?" That had been her softly whispered question whilst her expression morphed to one of minor hurt that only masked the true level of sadness that was beginning to bubble.
"You gave me a sketch of a fox my first day and drew me a map for my last couple classes too. You also offered to let e eat lunch with you and your siblings, you gave me a violin to replace mine that got totaled, and you've saved my life twice," She paused there, enunciating the word 'twice' strongly to prove she hadn't been reduced to the point of second-guessing herself on knowing he'd saved her from Tyler Crowley's van earlier in the month, but soon enough she continued, "And now you're saying I have to stay away from you, or even your family who've never even talked to anyways save for Carlisle, and you expect me not to be mad about it?" Her tone had hardened into a guarded, icy whisper in an attempt to mask the hurt but what the poor thing didn't know was that no matter how well he tried to hide it that the Cullen boy in her bedroom would always be able to feel exactly what her emotion was.
Abruptly the short female shrugged out from under the cocoon of her comforter blanket and stood up upon her two feet on the opposite side of the bed instead of standing up on the side Jasper had knelt to the floor upon.
The Swan girl paced the room a moment whilst biting her lower lip, but then she snapped her attention to him as anger began to well up with the hurt she already felt, "Is this because I asked how you've done what you done? Cause if it is then excuse me for not being so narrow-minded that the only thing I notice about you and and your family, at least the members I've seen I haven't seen your foster mother yet, are many other things besides just 'pretty' and looking like you stepped out of a Renaissance-era painting." Her tone remained the guarded, icy tone she force upon it, she trying her best to not physically or verbally show her emotions. "Actually, you know what? It's hard to not notice you're different at all considering you ran clear-across a parking lot to save my life and stopped a van with your damned pack, and it's also hard to not help but notice you're different when you just 'by some miracle' happen to be there when I needed you again just mere hours ago!" Her voice had raised to a whispered shout, she shooting a glare his way. To be honest, the short girl would be a liar if she tried to claim she hadn't notice the stinging of tears building up in her brown eyes. It was the frustration, the hurt... the giant concoction of emotions was forcing her body to want to let the salty devils flow.
"From the time I've spent with you in school and out of school—though it's not a large amount since half of last week was canceled and I've only been in classes five times so far because of all the other drama that's happened already in my first month here—I can tell that you are not a stupid boy, Jasper." She'd glance away fro him, starting to pace a bit again.
"Also, I doubt these abilities of being able to save peoples lives is something recent. So, if you won't answer me how you've done what you've done, and are just giving me some warning to say away from you and your family, at least answer me this one question before I ask you to leave my house. Just one honest answer...." Pausing, Alice would hold up a single finger as she leveled her watering chocolate-brown orbs upon him, "If you knew saving me was gonna just be unneeded drama, why didn't you just let the van crush me? Or let those men do whatever the hell they were going to do that was no-doubt gonna end up with me dead as well? It seems it would have saved you you all this... this...." It took her a moment, uncertain of what word to use, but then she settled on one and finished her question, "...It seems to me it would have saved you what I can only see as regret on your part if you'd just let me die in the first place." Her voice was soft as she said these final words, and the glare he 5-foot nothing self had been leveling at him that barely had a harsh edge at all to begin with lost whatever possible malice that could have been in it as a few of the salty devils known as tears finally trickled down her cheeks.
Jasper gives a faint smile at her groggy state. "I know you're sleeping, but I need to talk to you." The smile is gone as he remembers the reason why he came.
When she finally acknowledges his presence, he sits back on his heels, avoiding her eyes. "I didn't necessarily 'break in'," he clarifies softly. "That would imply malicious intent, and I promise that there is none. Plus, your window was open. I didn't break anything, technically."
Realizing that his dry humor is not particularly helpful in the situation, he shuts up for a minute. Of course, he had planned everything he was going to say. But now, sitting next to her bed, he has forgotten everything. "I just..." he begins. "I need to talk to you about what you said earlier. That you were suspicious, and making your own assumptions."
Seeing that she was about to interrupt him, he starts talking again. "I promise, this is important. But, it's also going to sound incredibly insane, and I need you to trust me when I tell you that you have to stay away from my family and I."
Jasper takes an unneeded breath. "Alice, we're different than the other families. There's a reason why we're always cold, and missing days from school. I'm only telling you this because I don't want you to feel hurt, or offended when I'm suddenly not around anymore. It's nothing you've done. Do you understand? I just can't trust myself."
When Alice first heard the sound of Jasper's voice and the feel of his cool arm, she grunted while turning her head and buried her face deep against her pillow. She was laying on her stomach, arms wrapped beneath her pillow, and her head had been turned to the side so she could breath deeply before being disturbed from her slumber. "Ugh... leave me alone, sleeping...." Her voice was muffled, but after a few moments of this sleep-induced stubbornness, she realized the voice she just heard was not one that was supposed to be able to wake her up. Lifting her face halfway out of her pillow, the small brunette would blink her chocolate-colored eyes a few times in the dark.
She'd instantly move away from the hand touching her arm, reaching for her bedside lamp on the other side of her bed, flicking it on, and pulled herself up into a sitting position to face towards who was in her room. "...Jasper?" The Swan girl murmured, bringing one hand up to her eyes in a fist to try and rub the urge to sleep from them, and her other hand when to her hair to try and calm the no-doubt present haystack. "It's like...," The girl would pause, glancing at her bedside alarm clock before looking back to the Cullen boy, "It's almost three in the morning."
The girl was silent a few moments, staring at him, before she finally spoke up again, "Considering that Charlie isn't awake he didn't let you in, especially not alone in my room despite him seeming to think you and your siblings saints compared to the rest of the people our age in Forks... so that means you broke into my house somehow." Her tone was blunt, she staring at him again as she tried to decide if she should be worried or scared. Honestly, she felt a little uneasy at his sudden appearance, but who wouldn't feel uncertain with someone you barely know appearing in your bedroom in the wee hours of the morning?
"So...." Alice paused, trying to decided what she should ask considering the circumstances. "...What do you want? Is it important?" Her tone was blunt, she blinking once as she pulled her comforter up around her, wrapping it snugly around her body due to the fact her open window caused a draft in the room.
The thing looked larger than it already was cocooning her small frame in such a way, but then again anything not made specifically for her size of person looked abnormally huge while simultaneously making her appear even smaller than usual.
Jasper's hands clench the wheel a little too tightly, and he feels the leather indent under the pressure. If his heart was still beating, he was sure it'd be racing right now. His usually quick wit was suddenly struck stupid, and he can't formulate a sentence that would be even remotely believable. "Goodnight, Alice," he whispers, though it is long after she's disappeared in to her house.
By the time he pulls in to the driveway of the Cullen home, he can feel the mixed emotions radiating from the house. Dropping his keys in the bowl by the door, he climbs the stairs towards the main level. Emmett sits on one of the large leather couches, watching a game of football on the big screen TV. "Where'd you run off to?" he asks, though he barely spares Jasper a second look before turning back to the game.
"Just saw something suspicious, that's all. Then I just drove around to clear my head," he answers with a half-truth. He technically had driven to clear his house, for almost two hours after dropping Alice off.
Shrugging, Emmett pays him little attention. Rolling his eyes, but still immensely grateful that his brother had a small attention span, he climbs the second set of stairs to his bedroom. "You're playing a dangerous game, Jasper," Edward is already waiting on the couch in Jasper's room, a book open on his lap.
"I'm well aware of that, Edward," he replies with a monotone voice.
"You shouldn't have gone off with her," of course, the mind reader had scoured his thoughts the minute his car pulled up.
"I couldn't just let her get assaulted," Jasper sits on the edge of his unused bed.
Edward's face changes to one of sympathy. The men sit in silence for a few moments before Jasper breaks it. "She's getting suspicious, Edward. She's going to come to the conclusion on her own. She's too smart for her own good," his voice is low, but he knows his brother hears him.
"You know we can't let that happen," the implication in Edward's voice makes Jasper's head snap up.
"I'll die before I let someone hurt her," he growls.
"I know you care for her. And if the circumstances were different, then maybe it would be possible. But it's too dangerous for us, Jazz."
"She's not a threat," Jasper argues.
"This is your problem, Jasper. You know what you need to do," Edward closes the book and marches from the room.
Jasper sits in silence, Edward's words mulling over in his head. He couldn't hurt Alice, and he wouldn't let anyone else, either. But, he could make sure she stays away, and understands the danger. He knows she won't expose them; she isn't that type of person. But he also knows she has to do what she can in order to keep herself safe.
Grabbing his eyes, he exits the house and gets back in his car. Before long, he is parked down the street from Alice's house, and walking across the lawn. With ease, he gets in to her room, and soundlessly walks over to kneel beside her bed. "Alice," he murmurs, placing a hand on her arm.
"...Yeah, thankfully." That had been Alice's slow and soft reply after Jasper had finished declaring all he did. After speaking those words, she lulled into utter silence and simply stared out of the window for the rest of the journey.
Her thoughts raced silently, moving this way and that and brief images of different things glanced her mind as she thought of different things to say as the time ticked on to the time of her arrival. That time came, honestly, much quicker than she assumed it would and in the back of her mind she remembered how it was just earlier that night the Cullen boy next to her having claimed he had the car simply for the speed rather than appearance. As soon as the vehicle was fully parked, the Swan girl undid her seat-belt and climbed out.
The pixie-like teen then shut the door behind herself, and after the lightest of hesitations she walked over to the driver's side, tapping on the glass to silently request Jasper to role down the window so she could speak. Once that was accomplished, she inhaled a soft breath, "You've saved my life twice now, so, thank you," There the lightest of pauses as she shifted out of the jacket he had loaned her earlier, draping it over her arm, she then continued, "But, you really need to work on your lying a bit, because I didn't hit my head until after the van stopped and you were suddenly gone. I'm pretty sure I saw your brother Emmet, too."
She would push the jacket in through the window carefully so it would fall into his lap, she having leaned down slightly so she was at a better eye-level due to the fact he was sitting in the car. "I really did just want to know how you did it, nothing more. It's not like I'd tell anyone or anything, if you were worried about that at all. I won't ask again, since you probably wouldn't be lying about it unless it was absolutely vital or you just don't trust me, but know that I'll always want to know. I'll make guesses of my own, honestly have made a few already, but those were ideas from comic books and movies." Alice had said all of this in a soft and honest tone, and as she tacked on that last bit of info she smiled a soft smile at the blonde boy before standing up.
The smile was honest and sincere in the warmth it gave, the kindness induced by it untainted despite the curiosity looming within her as well as a few others emotions caused from having been to blatantly lied to. Turning on her heals, Alice would begin to walk off to her house, calling over her shoulder a casual, "Goodnight, Jasper. See ya at school on Monday." It was with those words she walked up the steps of her home, into her house, entered, and the door shutting behind her with a soft click.
Jasper forces himself to keep his eyes on the road, and not to react too obviously to her question. He had hoped that she would have just left it alone; thank him, and move on without any second thoughts. Granted, that was wishful thinking, and he should have known better, but there wasn't much he could say to her that wouldn't be a blatant lie.
"You must have hit your head pretty hard," he tries to laugh it off. "I was already on my way over to talk to you, when the van lost control. I just kind of started running, and the next thing I knew, I got you out of the way. I used to run track, so I guess my old training just kicked in."
He wanted to kick his own ass for how terrible the lie is. But, it wasn't as if he could just outright say to her that he could run such a distance in under 2 seconds flat, without even trying. "When I got to you, the van just kind of glanced off of your truck, so it didn't really even hit us anywhere. Thankfully, your back fender took the brunt of the hit."
The small brunette would be silent a long moment, worrying her lower lip with her top teeth as she stared down at her lap. Despite having been granted the go ahead to ask whatever she pleased by the blonde male, Alice couldn't help but feel nervous and hesitant about asking what she desired to know.
"I've honestly been waiting a little while to ask this, all things considered," She began, still only looking to her lap and the book there out of nerves, rather than to look at him. The girl then continued, "I kinda don't wanna ask you, though, cause I'm afraid you'll get mad or upset or something, stop talking to me, hate me, etc. And I really don't want any of that to happen because I like being friends with you cause your nice, and you're not over friendly in that almost creepy way that Mike, Eric, Tyler and all the other guys in the school seem to be, and you really are just great to talk to. So—" The Swan girl stopped suddenly, cheeks flaring a deep pink out of embarrassment for babbling the way she just had due to nerves.
Sighing, Alice would look over at the Cullen boy. "I... I really don't like to lie or not be honest unless there's a good reason for it, and I've been lying even though I've never been directly asked on the subject, because the fact you did what you had at all is a good enough reason. But..." The pixie-like teen would pause, biting her lip and glancing down, "How did you save me from that van that day in school, Jasper? How did you even get to me to do what you have when you weren't anywhere near me?" Her voice was soft, questioning, and she'd look to him again hesitantly with questioning brown-eyes.
The bubbly, cheerful aura she had been giving off suddenly became nervous, and shy. Jasper glances at her from the corner of his eye. “Yeah?” he asks when she says his name.
At her second question, he feels himself becoming nervous. Mixed with the tension rolling off of her, it just made everything worse. His hand grips the wheel a little tighter, while his other hand works the gear shift. “Sure. You can ask anything you’d like,” he says in what he hopes to be a neutral, and innocent tone.
While he’s itching to speed the car up, and get her home before she might ask him anything that will be too personal – or revealing – he keeps the car at the speed limit. For the first time ever, he finds himself wishing he had Edward’s mind reading ability. At least then he could know what was going on in her head. Jasper does his best to push her emotions out of his thoughts, so he doesn't miss her question entirely.
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