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He feels better when her hand grasps his, and she takes refuge behind him. The jock is still rolling on the floor with muffled sobs, clenching his face. Hearing Alice plead behind him, he can't help but walk away and give her what she wants. "I'll kill you myself next time," he warns the others, throwing a look over his shoulder at them.
He's quiet as they walk, trying to get himself under control. His eyes were still glowing gold, which was good. He had hunted the day before and wasn't in any danger of attacking an innocent person. "What were you doing out here? Port Angeles isn't the place for you to be wandering off by yourself," he scolds her but his voice is tired.
He stops after a few minutes, dropping her hand to rub his eyes and clear his head. "Alice I know this may seem to be overprotective but please, do not be down here by yourself again. Promise me," he stares at her.
When they start walking, he lets her lead the way to where she is supposed to meet the others. "My apologies about fighting that guy," he mumbles as they walk. "I was taught not to be violent in front of women.
Alice had felt like either something horrible that could be considered worse that death, or death itself, was what was going to happen to her the moment one of the drunkard males had grasped her shoulder before yanking her around to face him. Her pulse had been racing greatly, and her face had paled to a deadly white state out of fear. The brunette had been trying to ignore the catcalls and brash tones--simply quickening her pace and ignoring them but it apparently hadn't been enough.
Luckily, it was in the same instant she was grabbed that the pixie-like teen heard a voice she had been becoming very familiar with, and was very thankful to hear. "Jasper!" Relief instantly flooded her veins, and the icy feeling of dread and darkness running through her veins had vanish. Whatever variables that were in this blond male being in Port Angeles to save her... She was thankful for. The Swan girl remained silent as the largest male went to take a swing at the Cullen boy though her eyes widened in concern... Until she heard the crack of bone when Jasper bunched the drunk male in the jaw.
There was no hesitation when Jasper had held his hand out towards her--Alice instantly sprinted away from the group of drunk men, latched one of her smaller hands onto his, and used her other hand to latch onto the back of the boy's coat in a vice-like grip as she half-way hid behind him while eyeballing the drunk group mere feet away from them. Sparing a glance at the blonde boy, she'd look back to the group simply to assure they hadn't moved. "Jasper... Let's go. I'm fine, just... Just lead me back to wherever it is you came from cause it has to be a better place in town than this area...," Pausing, the brown-eyed female would look back up at Jasper, "Please, I need to go find Angela and Jessica anyways--I was supposed to meet them almost two hours ago now."
Jasper hadn’t wanted to come in to Port Angeles that day. He had fought with Emmett to let him stay home, but the larger man had all but dragged him out the door towards their cars. So, Jasper had followed him in to the city, all because the curly-headed vampire had wanted to look in to getting a new dirt bike. However, they weren’t even in the store that long before a familiar scent flooded Jasper’s senses.
Snapping his head towards the window, he walks over to it, his eyes scanning for her face amongst the few people walking down the street. “I’ll see you at home,” he calls over his shoulder to Emmett as he exits the shop.
Losing track of her momentarily, he breathes in her scent, finding her tracks once again. He beelines down the street in search of her, turning the corner sharply as he keeps his distance, but maintains his search. Picking up a more overpowering stench of vodka, Jasper’s jaw clenches as he hears a few men catcall to her. He spots them following after her, and can feel her unease building. He keeps himself from growling, biting back the urge to rip them apart then and there.
However, when he sees one grab her shoulder, roughly turning her around, he picks up his pace while maintaining a human speed. “Hey! Why don’t you leave the little lady alone?” he snaps at them.
The jocks blurt out in laughter, the largest one turning to Jasper, mimicking his stoic expression. “That’s cute, cowboy, but why don’t you just fuck off. Wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he replies.
Taking a menacing step forward, Jasper’s knuckles crack as his hand turns to a fist. “I’d like you to make me,” he says lowly.
The drunk male looks to his friends before trying to take a swing at Jasper. Dodging easily, Jasper pulls back his strength, but the cracking of bone is evident when he breaks the guy’s jaw. The others look nervously between each other, clearly too intoxicated to want to try and fight. “Alice, let’s go,” Jasper holds his hand out to her, yet his eyes still stare down the others.
That night had one surprisingly well to Alice' surprise. Despite her father being a private type, she had to admit she was surprised that Charlie hadn't tried to interrogate Jasper for being alone in the house with her.
Turns out her was saving the interrogation for her and her alone for once the blonde-male left. It wasn't much of an interrogation--honestly it was just a question of if she liked him or if she was interested in any boys in town. Nevertheless, those two questions alone had her ruby-red in the cheeks by the time she managed to escape up the stairs to her bedroom where she began to start working on her homework that built up from her medical leave at home.
Unfortunately, however, she made the mistake of letting Jessica an Angela know that the Cullen boy had come for dinner when they each called that night and the popped up that Saturday morning and ended up spending the night while Charlie promptly escaped the possible 'girly talk' by going down to the Quileute reservation to spend the day with Billy Black and go fishing.
That upcoming week at school had been lots of well wishes and nothing else. But then unexpectedly school ended up being canceled that Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday due to some of the water pipes bursting. So Wednesday it had been cloudy and expected to rain though high school kids were still roaming everywhere around town. Then early Thursday morning she had been called by Jessica an talked into meeting her, Mike, Angela, Tyler, Eric, Lauren and a couple others at Newton's Store to head down to the beach on the reservation. When there, she had run into none other then Billy's son Jacob Black. The Swan girl vaguely remembered Jake--she honestly remember his twin elder sisters more despite them being two years older then herself like she was two year older than him--but, once going off to talk with him she was amazed with how fast they clicked.
Alice couldn't help but question of him what one of the males that had come to the beach with him had meant, though, about the Cullens not going there. That's when she heard the story of 'The Cold Ones' straight from Jake's lips and ended up promptly feeling like a dork hours later when she spent all that time searching up stuff on her computer about cold ones (vampires) and searched for a place she could try and find a book on them, and the nearest place for that was Port Angeles. She worried on if her truck could make it or not so she had decided not to go but that decision was cancelled out when Jessica called Friday night asking if she'd go with her and Angela dress shopping that Saturday for the girl's choice dance that in two weeks since Mike had agreed when asked by Jess and Angela had Eric agree when she asked him
That's how the pixie-like female ended up where she was now--book she desired having been found and purchased but she was lost on her own in the city with Jess and Angie off on the other side of town with streetlights on and the stars out.
"Great, just great...." Alice muttered, sighing dejectedly as she continued walking in what she hoped was the proper direction. She brown-eyed girl had passed a group of about seven drunk, and likely college-aged men but thought nothing of it as they where going in the direction off and opposite of her current one. But, ever since she made eye-contact with one briefly she'd had the horrible, sickening feeling in her stomach that made her feel like the blood in her veins was running ice cold.
Jasper backs up as she steps in place to take over, feeling her amusement flutter over him. He catches her remark about the sunny weather and remembers to nod with a smile. “Sunny days are always welcome around here. They’re few and far in between. My family is probably going to go camping or something while it lasts. My mom and dad think it’s good for us all to get out and be active.”
The answer is polite and believable, but he knows they’re probably just going to sit around the house and play video games until the overcast returns and they can go back out in to the public. The last time Forks had a sunny day, he and Emmett spent the entire day lying in one of the living rooms, tossing a ball back and forth because they couldn’t agree on a video game to play.
Continuing his duties, he grabs the items she requests and hands them over, watching her skillfully move around the kitchen. “So, does Charlie always come home to a nice home-cooked meal now that you’re here, or does he drag you down to the diner with him so he can get his steak?” he asks, leaning against the counter.
Her father was due home at any time, so he makes sure to keep a bit of a space between them so things appear to be innocent. Jasper knows the last thing any guy wants is to have the father bursting in claiming that his daughter is being taken advantage of. But since he couldn’t hear the rumble of the police cruiser, he figures he still has a bit of time with her alone before he has to worry about the interrogation that is sure to be coming his way.
Surprisingly, dinner doesn’t go as awkwardly as he had been expecting. While Charlie was watching him like a hawk, he was also impressed by Jasper’s manners and respect. And though it took everything Jasper had in him to choke down each bite of food, it was worth it to see Alice smiling again. The minute he left, however, he rushes down the street in his car until he can pull off to heave out everything he just consumed.
A grin on her face at him accepting the offer to mind the food, the female would turn her attention back to the instrument as the Cullen boy moved off to the stove. Carefully after the lightest of hesitations she would lift the maple violin and the bow of the lovely creation from it's case an raise it to proper positions before then beginning to play after racking her brain momentarily for a song best-suited to play for someone you know, thought then again don't. So, the brunette ended up deciding on a gentle, smooth lullaby.
The music and movement to induce the notes from the instrument came from the pixie-girl effortlessly--they usually did besides for if and when she was learning a new song, but this lullaby always came the most easily. It was the first song she ever taught herself despite a few changes and additions to the original music she had added here and there through the years. Eyes closing briefly here and there, she was sort of lost in her own personal bubble of a world as she played. Then luckily just as she finished the last notes of the piece was the point at which Jasper had let out that small curse which had broke Alice's bubble and the teen would blink before looking to the male. In all honesty.... It took everything within the girl to fight back the urge to giggle that developed from how suddenly the boy had just seemed to have become flustered.
"It's fine Jasper, honestly. No worries and it doesn't look like there's any damage done." With a small smile, she'd carefully set the instrument and bow back in it's case before slowly shutting it and setting the latches back into place with a soft 'click' before moving over to the stove and turning off the burner for the sauce. "You know, I heard on the news there's supposed to be a sunny day or two towards the end of next week--probably gonna be a nice change of the weather no doubt, huh?" She asked, smiling up at him as she then moved to a cabinet and pulled out a cooking sheet before placing all the slices of chicken onto it. She'd then grab the sauce pot and pour the contents into a bowl before moving back to the chicken with a spoon in the free hand the bowl did not grasp. "Do me a favor and grab the Parmesan cheese from the cabinet by the fridge, and then the mozzarella from the fridge as well, please?" She asked of him, glancing at the sandy-blonde briefly before beginning to drape the sauce over the chicken.
The sheer joy he feels as she lays her eyes upon the instrument fills him with a sense of pride at having pleased her. He watches carefully as she delicately traces her hand along the carvings, appreciating the effort gone in to making it. “It would be a shame for such a beautiful instrument to be sitting around going unused. Rosalie won’t miss it, I promise,” he assures her, after all, she can’t miss what she never had, he adds to himself.
He nods at her offer, moving towards the stove to be ready to complete the tasks given to him. While he waits for the sizzling chicken, he stirs the sauce, trying not to let anything burn. Seeing as they didn’t require food, Jasper hadn’t cooked since before he was drafted to the Confederacy. It wasn’t really a skill he had back then, either. So, he’s sure that he looks like a dork, carefully staring in to the pot with a look of sheer concentration.
As she begins playing, he listens to how the smooth sound compliments her own personality. It’s a relaxing melody, and for a moment he is distracted by the beauty of her playing. He’s ready at the four minute mark, placing the chicken on the plate, and then goes back to stirring the sauce. Only this time, he faces his body towards her so he can watch.
Her slim fingers find the chords gracefully, and the bow dragging across the strings makes a sweet lullaby. He can tell she’s practiced hard to become this good; to be able to play without any crease lines of effort on her features. “Amazing…” he murmurs too quietly for her to hear.
The sauce begins to bubble and he lets out a small curse, trying to get it under control. “My apologies!” he says, both for swearing, and both for being sloppy with his job.
“I’m afraid I don’t do the cooking in my house,” he chuckles nervously, pushing a stray lock of blond hair away from his eyes.
Alice let out a laugh, shaking her head a bit, "I guess I should have figured as much that be the reason behind any talk at all. Charlie said that people who've seen him around town have been asking him non-stop, so everyone apparently knows. But again, I guess I couldn't have expected anything else from a small town." Finally finishing chopping an dicing the zucchini, she'd sweep it all into a small plastic bowl before before moving onto cutting up the fresh carrots. At his offer to help her with her assignments, the pixie-like teen would blink once. Well now... An I thought he seemed like a sweetheart before. With that thought, she'd glanced over her shoulder at the blonde male with a smile, "I'd appreciate the help, honestly. Even if I've probably done most of it before already, about four day of work will overwhelm me no doubt on my own." With that, she'd turn her attention back to the vegetables as she swept the carrots into the bowl with the zucchini.
As he agreed to dinner, the brunette would just be putting the vegetables into a smaller pot of pasta sauce she had on one of the back-burners for the stove and mixed them around in the re substance a few times before quickly moving her hands to grasp cooking tongs and the other the handle of the frying pan on a front-burner to flip the chicken before the first side she had cooking could burn.
Soon enough, though, the Swan daughter would politely turn her attention from her cooking since all the food was safe from burning for the moment only to freeze an stare the instant her brown orbs feel upon the beautiful instrument within the black case. Alice would walk over, a gently sparkle in her eyes as she brought up a hand and gingerly trace her fingers against the detailed, likely hand-carved patterns upon the instrument, "Wow, I.... I have no idea what to say besides thank you. This is beautiful, Jasper. Granted, with how nice this looks it sorta makes me feel bad like I thought it would accepting it in the first place but, well, you have already confirmed that you wouldn't take no for an answer." She' finally look from the instrument to him an a bright, warm smile would be decorating her features. Only a few seconds ticked by, however, before a look of possibly idea-setting flashed across her eyes.
"If you like, since you've given it to me, I could play a song for you? That is if you're willing to take the chicken from the pan an place them on the plate in about another four minutes and to also stir the sauce once or twice while play whatever song I decide to play." Her smile would still be present as she made this offer though it had softened to a smaller size on her face.
The sight of her looking her normal self again brings him relief. Quietly, he steps through the front door and shuts it behind him, stopping when she calls for him to take off his shoes. With one glance down at the scuffed brown boots, he nudges them off, sliding them neatly against the wall. He places his bag and the violin case on the couch before walking to the next room. Jasper tries to keep his face neutral against the fumes assaulting his senses. While he’s sure whatever she’s making will be delicious for her and her father, to him, the scents from the herbs and seasonings were too strong. Finding her in the kitchen, he stands awkwardly in the doorway. “You’ve been the only thing people have been talking about,” he answers. “When someone nearly gets crushed by a van, people tend to make a big deal out of it. Especially when it’s the only crazy thing that’s happened around here in a while.”
He gestures to the doorway. “All your stuff is in my bag. You have an essay, some textbook work for biology, readings, that kind of stuff. I can help you with the assignments if you need,” he offers.
For some reason, he doesn’t even hesitate before accepting the dinner invitation. The words are out of his mouth, agreeing to stay, before he can even comprehend his answer. You don’t eat, you idiot! he scolds himself. But he couldn’t back out now. He’d already accepted the offer, and if he changes his mind, he may hurt her feelings.
“I um…I got you something,” he changes the subject, eager to please.
Without a word, he walks out of the room in to the living room. He picks up the violin case, delicately carrying it back to where she is. He finds an empty place at the breakfast table, where he places it down. The metal clips unlock as he pushes them up, opening the shell. “What do you think?” he asks, stepping to the side so she can see the instrument clearly.
Having heard the knocking, Alice would pause mid-movement of placing the last of the raw chicken she figured she'd need in the skillet on the stove, but then finished placing the last of it before moving over to the kitchen sink, "Just a minute~!" Quickly rinsing her hands since she'd be working with a few more things besides the chicken she had touched, it only took about half a minute before the short teen was to the door, opening it, and blinked once at who it was. But, after that brief blink, a small smile would go to her lips. "Hey Jasper, you can come on in. I'm making dinner so I can have it at least close to being done when Charlie gets home, so you can either head to the living room or follow me to the kitchen if you want." With that stated the brunette turned and walked off into the house, calling over her shoulder as she headed back into the kitchen, "Shoes off at the door if you don't mind!"
Glancing at the chicken on the stove and guessing by the amount of slightest of browning at the bottom edges against the pan, the pixie-like female figured she had about another three minutes, so she could start chopping the carrots and zucchini--she decided to start with chopping the zucchini. "So... People at school still chattering about me almost dying? Angela called a couple days ago and said they were still pretty-much taking about it non-stop.... Oh! Also, did you bring my homework assignments? The Swan girl called out her question, tacking on the second question in an after thought in a slightly louder voice then usual since she didn't listen to the sound of his footsteps to determine if he had gone off to the living room or had in fact followed her to the kitchen. Dicing the the green vegetable against the cutting board, and glancing at the time, Alice nibbled her lip while pondering a moment before slowly offering, "Would you maybe like to stay for dinner? It won't be ready for like an hour almost, you're still welcome to stay if you want."
At 3:40 on Friday afternoon, Jasper sits in his car outside of the Swan residence. It had been nearly a week since the last time he saw her, and as he thinks about his actions during that time, he grows increasingly worried that he may have gone a little too overboard as he tried to keep his head busy, so as to not think about the fact that she wouldn’t be at school. One such example of this would be the brand new copper coloured Nissan 350z he was currently sitting in, a random purchase he had made a few days prior when he and Emmett had been in Seattle. He had thought that a new car would keep him busy, but it backfired when he found himself thinking about how badly he wanted to see her sitting in the empty seat next to him.
The day before, he had gone out and purchased the new violin he had promised her. The hard-shell black leather case housed a beautiful and intricately designed maple violin. Elegant carvings decorate the instrument, enhancing the work gone in to making it. Jasper knows he probably should have bought a less extravagant violin, but he had instantly thought of Alice when he saw it on display in the music shop.
Seated behind the wheel in front of the house, he works up the courage to get out. He was nervous, especially since he wasn’t sure how Charlie would feel about him showing up. He had done his job and gathered each assignment she would need from each of her classes, and bundled them with an elastic band before putting them in his messenger bag.
Opening the door, he grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder before grabbing the violin case. He takes an unneeded breath before knocking on the front door, waiting for someone to answer it. He can hear her in the house, moving around the kitchen; her perky mood was notable as well, something that had been missing the last time he had seen her. “Hello,” he murmurs when the door opens, yet he makes no move until he is invited inside.
"So my truck's getting towed home?" Alice questioned as she walked slowly along-side her father, just the lightest of limps in her step due to the intense, aching bruise she had on her calf. "Yup. There's not a dent on it either, surprisingly enough. You'd think that, even with it being solid medal, some sort of dent would have happened from the end of the van slamming hard enough at just one point to not even swerve for the entire side of the van to go flat against that dinosaur, huh?" Charlie commented, then questioned in response. All the short brunette teen did in response, however, was nod her head and reply with a basic, "Yeah."
The father and daughter got to the police cruiser, Mr. Swan instantly getting into the car and the drivers seat. The Swan daughter though, however paused briefly as she swore she saw a head of family blonde hair, but then shrugged it off, got into the front seat of the cruiser, and soon enough they were leaving the parking lot of the hospital.
Four Days Later; Friday, 3:35 p.m."Got it!" Alice exclaimed happily, smiling as she slid the last piece of her handy-work into place.
On Tuesday, Charlie had spent the day babying the pixie-girl though the man wouldn't admit that's what he was doing. Wednesday, though, Alice had finally told him what happened to the violin. After the mustache-clad officer had dusted the instrument for prints, Charlie had come home from work that day baring wood-glue, wood paint, and gloss lacquer to put on over the wood-pant once it would dry. Oh, that father had been hugged to death by his daughter that day.
So now, for all of yesterday and up until now today, Alice had be working on carefully gluing her precious musical moment from her Grandma Swan back together and she finally finished. Now, she'd have to wait about a half and hour for the last of the glue to settle and dry, but then she could begin to apply the paint that would fill and cover the slight cracks left from where the instrument had originally broken.
It could still never be played again, but at least it be whole.
After a moment, the short-teen stood and stretched out her back before beginning to move around the kitchen and gaining the possession of ingredients from the fridge and cabinets before moving over to the counter by the stove and beginning the process of cooking dinner.
“Well?” Jasper asks, jumping to his feet once the door is closed behind Carlisle.
“She’s going to be okay. I don’t suspect there is anything drastic to worry about. She’s got a slight bump on her head that I told her father to watch for, but other than that there isn’t anything she, or you, needs to be concerned about. However, I advised her to take the rest of the week off from school,” the older male informs him, taking a seat behind his desk.
Jasper lets out an unnecessary breath. “Okay. That’s good, then,” he mumbles quietly, sinking back in to his chair.
Carlisle leans forward, resting his arms on his desk. “She also requested that you bring her any homework that she’s going to have by the end of the week.”
Jasper glances back towards his father. “Can I trust you to do this without drawing any more attention on yourself?” Carlisle adds.
“Yes, I’ll be fine,” Jasper answers.
“I don’t have time right now, but when I get home I need to know exactly what happened. Esme called me after you left. I think she knew you were coming here. She’s worried. I want you to go and clear your head. She told me that the others were on your case about it. There hasn’t been any reports on the news yet,” he gestures to the muted television on the wall, “So I’m not that worried about anyone being suspicious of you. But that doesn’t mean that this can be a reoccurring habit of yours to save her whenever she may be in danger.”
Jasper gets to his feet and nods, heading for the door. “And Jasper,” Carlisle stops him. “I’m proud of you, for saving someone’s life. Her father would have been destroyed if anything had happened to her,” he smiles reassuringly at Jasper.
Giving Carlisle a faint grin back, Jasper leaves his office. He mumbles farewell to the nurses that wave goodbye to him, pulling his keys from his pocket as he heads towards the parking lot. Unfortunately, he had parked his bike only a few spaces away from where Alice and Charlie were currently heading towards their car. Keeping his head down to avoid eye contact, Jasper tries to quietly move away from them, hoping to get to his bike before they noticed his presence.
When the doctor who was going to care for her finally came, Alice almost didn't need an introduction to know this was Doctor Cullen. If that was from her own intuition, or because like all the Cullen children despite no relations seemed so ungodly... Perfect, in the sense of modern beauty.... To be honest, if she had to choose one that was to go with her gut, she'd say the first of two choices.
Half way through the re-checking of all her vitals, Charlie came and managed to ream out and threaten Tyler Crowely about revoking the poor kid's license, despite the fact the boy was far more beat up from the accident with the condition of a concussion, a gash to the head, and a broken arm. Thankfully, though, Alive got her Police Chief of a father to calm down enough to give her classmate a few moments of piece before a nurse and another doctors wheeled Tyler if the concussion might be worse then they assume by visual and apparent bodily and sensory conditions alone of the teen male. The pixie like female's injuries that had gotten her father so riled up, though, ended up only being a deep-tissue bruise to her calf from when she fell and hit it on the van, which could make walking a bit painful a few days, and then a bump to the back of her head that was given her a migraine.
Dr. Cullen prescribed her some basic pain medication, but also told Charlie that it might be best to keep her home the rest of the school week, which would be for days, and for him to stay home one to two of those days with here to make sure there isn't a chance she doesn't have an allergic reaction to the medication or actually have a concussion that's too minor to realize is there. Before the doctor could have a chance to leave the emergency room, though, Alice had made up her mind about something and, despite the painful discomfort it cause to move so quickly, she hurried after him.
"Dr. Cullen!" The brunette female called, and boy was she thankful when he stopped talking, and turned to see what it was she needed. "Dr. Cullen... I have Biology with your son, Jasper. Earlier today we were talking and he let slip about a," the Swan girl paused, thinking briefly before continuing, "Jasper accidentally let slip about a... hobby of his. I had to leave class early, got call out by the band teacher just after that happened. With how the kids are at school, I doubt he'd want anyone to know since it could cause them to ridicule him and his siblings more." Alice stopped again, glad the lying section of what had happened was done with. None of that had happened at all, but it's not like she could say a message about what she truly wanted to leave a message without getting assume crazy.
"If it was anyone else who heard about this secret hobby, they'd probably blab about it to anyone and everyone but... I'm not just anyone else." The brown-eyed girl had glance own to the ground, before looking back up with honest, confident eyes and finally finished. "So, just please let him know his secret is safe with me, okay Dr. Cullen? Oh! Also, could you ask Jasper to, that is if it's not to much trouble, if he could maybe stop by my classes and bring me the rest of my homework for the week on Friday after-school? I'd appreciate it." Alice smiled, and with the lightest of farewell waves she turned away from the doctor, walked back to Charlie, and walked out with him from the emergency room once getting her medicine prescription from a nurse for the pharmacy.
To Jasper’s relief, his siblings waited until they were in the safety of their home to yell at him, where their booming voices couldn’t be heard. The blonde male stands there, unapologetic, with his arms crossed over his chest as four pairs of golden eyes stare at him. The emotions radiating from them vary from sheer anger to intense worry. It wasn’t hard to pick out which feeling was coming from whom. Rose looks like she’s ready to pull his head straight off of his shoulders, while Bella’s face reads concern, possibly wondering if her brother had lost his sanity. Edward’s face was grim, and Emmett looked torn between being proud of Jasper’s heroism and disappointment at his rash actions.
Esme enters the foyer, a frown on her face at the sight of what looks to be her quiet son standing in front of a firing squad. “What’s this about?” she asks, working her way between them so she’s separating the rest from Jasper.
“Jasper rescued the girl he’s been telling you about,” Bella answers in a soft tone, almost as if she doesn’t yet believe it really happened.
At this, Esme’s confusion only grew. “What’s the problem then?”
The grinding bone of Rosalie’s jaw becomes noticeable and she snaps. “Your precious Jasper here has probably ruined this family! Yeah, he decided to be a superhero and save the damn girl from getting hit by a car. But did he do it like a normal human being? No! He darts across the parking lot and uses his fucking body to stop the car!” she hisses.
“Anyone could have seen it. We don’t know what this is going to do,” Emmett speaks up, his hands balled in to fists.
“You know as well as I do that no one saw me. Half of the students weren’t even looking in her direction. But tell me, what would you have preferred,” Jasper drops his arms and takes a step closer to Rose. “If I would have let her get hit, there would have been blood everywhere. And I’ve gotten better at my self-control but do you really think I would have been able to hold myself back at the sight and smell of that much blood?” he stares right in to his sister’s eyes, unwavering.
For a second, he sees a flicker of something in her eyes, like she was picturing the aftermath of what could have been. “There would have been too many witnesses and we would have either had to slaughter the entire student body, or wait for the Volturi to arrive and wipe out all of Forks. Excuse me for choosing the more intelligent option,” Jasper continues.
Faster than any of them can move, Rosalie brings a hand up and smacks Jasper across his face, making Esme gasp and the rest of them wince. Jasper just stares back at her. “What about her intimidates you, Rosalie? I can feel it every time she’s mentioned. Alice has done nothing to you, and yet I can sense your loathing and insecurities whenever she’s in the room. Is it because someone that isn’t you was able to get my attention?”
Rosalie growls and stands nose to nose with him. “I hate you sometimes, Jasper Hale. I really do.”
He knows he’s hit a touchy subject. When he had first joined the Cullen family, Emmett was not yet found. Rosalie had attempted to seduce Jasper during a low point in her early days in the family. He could tell that she just wanted to feel loved after what Royce had done to her, but he shut her down as gently as he could, which resulted in her ignoring him for over a month. Watching her storm away from him now, he knows that he has crossed the line. “Was that necessary?” Emmett snaps, shoving Jasper back.
Esme is quick to step between her sons, a hand on both of their chests. “Enough. Emmett, go check on Rosalie. And you two,” she looks at Bella and Edward. “Don’t hound your brother. He saved a life today. We should be proud of him instead of worrying about something that might not even happen.”
Jasper slips away, not bothering to answer anyone when they ask where he’s going. He knew they had called an ambulance for Alice, and he knew that Carlisle was the attending physician in the emergency room today. If he could just wait in his father’s office until he hears that Alice is fine, he will be able to let go of the stiff worry clouding his thoughts.
When he arrives at the hospital, no one questions him as he walks down the hall. Carlisle’s office was down a secluded hallway just around the corner from where the emergency room was. With a light tap on the door, he is called in, and Carlisle looks up from his desk. “Jasper? What’s wrong?” a flicker of worry spikes in his voice.
After filling him in on what had happened at the school, Jasper is relieved to see that Carlisle doesn’t look as concerned as the others had. “I’m going to check her now. Just be a little more careful next time. Wait here, I’ll be back soon,” he pats Jasper on the shoulder on his way out.
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