Chapter 27

JPOV

Most of my things were taking residency in Emmett and Rosie's garage while my clothes stayed at Bella's apartment. Between work and spending time with Alice, I forgot about looking into either extending the current lease on the apartment or finding a new one. In fact, that was the farthest thing from my mind.

While things seemed to be going well between Alice and me, I could still see the hesitation and worry in her eyes. I knew she had every right to worry when I would leave again, but this time was different. I wasn't going to leave her.

"Did you ever think of maybe starting things over with her?"

I looked up from the paper to see my sister standing there with her eyebrow raised. "How do you mean?" I asked.

She sighed and shook her head. "You're just diving into this with Alice, Jazz. She's been through a lot because of you. You need to pace it."

I put my pen down and leaned back against the chair. "You mean take it slower?"

She nodded then shook her head again. "Yes and no, I mean," She sighed again and sat at the table. "Don't be like you were before. You kept secrets from everyone. You were like this creepy stalker guy with her and when you two did have a relationship it was all about the sex."

"It was not."

"Name one time you two hung out and didn't fuck in some way," she challenged.

"Emmett's eighteenth," I smirked. "We didn't do anything that night."

She rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. Honestly, Rose, I was thinking of starting over with her."

"You mean no more random fucks against a wall?" Rose laughed as she headed back into the kitchen. I knew telling Emmett about that was a bad idea.

"Exactly. I'm gonna do what I should have done all those years ago. Actually be in a relationship with her."

"You weren't before?" Rose asked, the confusion clear in her voice.

"No, I mean we were... in the sense that she was the only one I was sleeping with. But I mean, I'm not gonna hide it this time. If Edward wants to break my nose over it, so be it," I shrugged.

"Oh come on Jasper! Do you really think he would have turned to violence all those years ago if you just told him how you felt about Alice?"

Yes. "I don't know," I lied.

"Seriously.” I could imagine her rolling her eyes. “It was obvious that you two were together. Even when you tried like hell to pretend that nothing was going on, we all saw it. Edward actually saw it first, but gave you the benefit of the doubt." She came back to the table and placed the plates down. "You hurt more than Alice by being stupid, you know."

"I know."

"No, I don't think you do Jasper," Rose said shaking her head as she set the table. "Alice was a wreck. It was like you took the best parts of her and left us nothing. Bella was confused about why you didn't trust us enough to tell us what was wrong. Emmett..." she sighed. "He was a different person Jazz... it was almost like with him, you took away his sense of humor." She looked up, her blue eyes locked with mine and they looked so heartbroken to have to hash this out again. "But Edward..." She shook her head. "I'm genuinely surprised that he had you come out here," she said honestly.

"You forgot one person," I pointed out.

She looked up at me and gave me a small smile. "Well, I kind of understood why you left. I would have to, given the situation."

"Don't hold back Rosalie."

"Alright, I thought you were a selfish, self-centered prick. How could you say you loved us then just leave without a good-bye? You didn't even tell us where you were going, didn't bother to tell us how to find you. You know you weren't the only one whose life was turned upside down. What Greg did... that affected me too, you know."

"I'm sorry Rose..."

She just shook her head and went back to the kitchen. I heard Emmett's motorcycle pull up and chuckled at the nineteen-fifties vibe these two had with their domestic life.

"You know," Rose called out just as Emmett stepped through the garage door. "Edward was on to your little game back when you two went to the concert."

"What? How?"

"Oh come on. Linkin Park tickets... in California. Yeah, that wasn't obvious at all."

~*~*~February 22nd, 2002~*~*~

Alice hadn’t stopped bouncing since the moment we left home to come here. I knew she'd love the concert tickets and truth be told, I was just glad to get her something that we could both enjoy together.

Rose and Emmett gave me shit for the last week, saying that this qualified as a date, since I was taking her out of state, overnight. While I would have loved to agree with them, I tried my best to maintain a friendly distance.

The opening bands, were loud and obnoxious, but did their job. They had the crowd hyped and ready for the main show. The minute the boys from Linkin Park crossed the stage, the intensity in the air changed.

Half way through their set, Alice removed her hoodie and tied it around her waist, as she bounced around and sang along. The minute I saw the little white top she was wearing, I knew I was in trouble. If I noticed her, I was fairly sure the other boys around us did as well.

Sure enough a few minutes later, some kid tried pulled her over and with the intention to dance against her. I quickly wrapped my arms around her, placing my hands firmly against the skin of her stomach and pulled her closer. The kid gave me a quizzical look, to which I answered by kissing the crook of her neck.

She pushed herself closer to me and seemed to like the attention I was giving her, letting out a small approving sound. I kissed her once more, content on just holding her for the rest of the concert.

When it was over, we went to a nearby motel. I felt bad that I couldn't get something nicer, but I knew Alice wouldn't care. She stayed in the car while I checked in. Once I was done, I went back to the car, tossed the key over to Alice and grabbed our bags and her pillow.

She took the pillow from me, tucking it under her arm before taking my free hand in hers. Silently we walked up the back staircase to our room. I started chewing on my lip nervous about what she’d think when she saw only one bed in the room. It's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before... just not without the risk of someone barging in on us.

She sat on the bed, bouncing slightly as I placed her bag near her. "It's springy," she said smiling.

"I bet... so um check out is at noon and seeing how it's almost midnight, we should probably get to bed soon so we don't miss it."

She pulled her hoodie off, tossing it towards the chairs by the window. "This is part of my birthday gift, right?" She asked. I nodded in response. "Well then, don't you think there's a tradition we need to uphold?" She asked biting her lip while adverting her gaze.

I moved to sit next to her. "I don't know what you mean," I teased, slowly kicking my shoes off. I felt the bed shift and looked up as she moved to straddle my lap.

"I think you do, Nerdy Boy," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Hmm... traditions huh? Well, I already said happy birthday..." I wrapped my arms around her, moving one of my hands along the exposed skin of her lower back. "And there was the customary party..."

She twisted her fingers in my hair at the base of my skull and pouted a little at me, "One more tradition, that's just ours?"

"Just ours?" I teased, knowing exactly what she meant. She nodded and bit her full bottom lip. I smiled as I placed my hand on her cheek and gently removed her lip with my thumb. "I can't kiss it if you're biting it," I joked.

Her breathing hitched as her eyes locked with mine, "Please?" she whispered. I obliged, moving my hand to cup the back of her neck as I softly kissed her.

The kiss started off gentle and slow, but quickly turned passionate and deep. The more our tongues and lips moved to together the more of her I wanted.

My hands slid up along her sides and under her top, my fingertips brushing against the side of her breasts, making her gasp. I took the opportunity to move my lips to her throat as my hand cupped her soft breast. She gasped again and wiggled a little, making me pull away just in time for her to pull the short white top over her head.

I watched the movement of her chest as her breathing picked up, before rubbing my thumb over one of her hardened nipples. "Oh God, Jasper..." she breathed, her hands making their way under my shirt, running along the taunt muscles above my jeans.

"Hold on," I said softly, kissing her once before yanking my shirt up over my head and tossing it to the side. I wrapped my arms around her again, holding her to me as I moved us so she was under me on the bed. "Better?" I asked.

"Yes," she was breathing hard. "Nerdy Boy... Are we?"

I shook my head. "Not yet," I said softly against the skin of her collarbones. She wiggled again and moved her hand lower, dipping her fingers into the side of my jeans.

"We're all alone," she whispered in a somewhat naughty voice.

I looked up at her as I kissed lower. "Uh huh..." I agreed.

"We can do stuff... If you want," she looked at me imploringly.

I smirked at her before moving to kiss her sternum and stomach. "Do you want to?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said so quietly I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear it. "I want you..."

I moved back up, kissing her passionately again. I wanted her too. I was just an idiot and didn't think this was going to happen. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed herself harder against my chest, smashing her soft breasts against me.

My hands traveled to the waist of her jeans and I moved slightly to pop the button, pulling away to smirk down at her as I pulled the jeans down. Christ on a crutch, she's wearing a thong.

She sat up, her hands going for my belt and shakily began removing it. I cupped her face in my hands. “Relax Ali Cat,” I said softly before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. I slowly took the lead in the kiss, using my own lips to part her mouth before touching my tongue with hers.

It was what she needed to calm down. The nervous trembling of her hands subsided, as a new found confidence took over and she managed to undo the belt and the fly of my jeans.

I laid her back onto the bed, never once breaking the kiss as she used her feet to push my jeans down. I kissed my way down her jaw and neck, nipping and sucking on her sweet, soft skin, making my way to her breasts as I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off.

I slowly ran my tongue around her nipple, watching her reaction, before sucking it into my mouth. She mewled as one hand fondled her other breast and my free hand made its way down the flat of her stomach.

Just as my finger tips made it under the waistband of her panties, she tugged my hair, making me move back up where she hungrily took my lips with hers.

It was my turn to moan as I touched her slick folds, teasing her as I ran the tip of my middle finger up slowly between them.

“God baby… you’re so wet,” I breathed as I kissed the skin beneath her ear, desperately trying to control the urge to just take her.

"You make me that way," she purred, her hand tracing my muscles lightly before dipping into my boxers.

I bit my lip as I felt her fingers brush against my cock. I slowly pumped my finger in and out of her as my thumb drew lazy circles against her clit.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her hips bucking into my hand as she closed her eyes, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape.

I pumped a little faster, stopping at one point when I felt her hand wrap around me and pump in rhythm to my movements.

“Tighter baby,” I practically begged, whimpering when her hand tightened around me.

Our hands pumped faster as each one of us made the other moan and pant harder. I wasn’t sure about her, but having her stroke me like she this, was making it easier for me to imagine what it would be like to move inside her.

Just the thought alone made me lose it as I felt my hips jerk into her hand my balls tighten as I came onto her hand.

I slowed the movement of my hand, watching her as she removed hers from my boxers to lick the cum of it.

Holy fuck, that’s hot!

"Not as bad as I expected," she said with a blush.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I told her, kissing her hard as I pumped my finger into her faster. She gasped into the kiss but quickly returned it. Her hips began rocking into my hand, causing more friction on her clit as we moved faster.

She moved her head to the side as she started to pant my name, my lips running along her neck, feeling her heart race through her vein. The one hand she had on my shoulder, dug its nails into me and I knew she was on the edge.

I stopped playing with her clit, using my just my finger to please her, waiting for the right moment.

“Jasper… please…” she moaned arching her back, pushing herself against me. With a quick roll of her clit between my thumb and forefinger, I felt her cum around me.

“I want to taste you so bad,” I admitted, licking the bit of sweat from her chest that had formed, as I slowly pumped inside of her, letting her ride out her orgasm. “Feel you cum and shudder around my tongue…”

She moaned louder at that, followed by quick, shallow pants. When I knew her climax was over, I removed my hand and brought it to my mouth where promptly sucked on my finger, moaning at the taste of her.

She stared wide eyed at me. "Did you like that?" she asked in a breath.

I nodded. "Oh yeah," I said moving to grab the blanket and pulling it over us. "Was that what you had in mind?" I asked her.

She smiled a little, her cheeks flushing as she looked at me. "Yeah, it was nice."

I chuckled wrapping my arms around her. "Just nice huh?" I teased.

She smiled a little bigger, "No it was more than nice... this was the most amazing day of my life... Thank you N.B."

"You're very welcome Ali Cat. Thank you for letting me spend it with you," I smiled before kissing the tip of her nose.

"There's no one who I would want to spend it more."

"Not even you're be-eff-eff, Rosie?" I teased.

She shook her head with a grin.

"Well good. She probably would have bitched the whole time anyway," I laughed. "We should get some sleep. Long day on the road tomorrow." Back to reality, I added silently.

~*~*~*~
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Chapter 26

APOV:

I hated waiting, it was one of those things I was never really good at. Not that I'm impatient, no, just waiting and not doing anything seems very unproductive to me, and I am a very productive person. Or at least I'd like to think I am. I am also one of those 'take charge' kind of people, and waiting around to see if you're ex boyfriend/bestfriend/love-of-your-life to show back up is not really a 'take charge' kind of move.

At least he called me, that's a good thing, right? That means the trashy whore didn't dig her claws into him again and force him to stay somehow.

All the what ifs kept playing in my head and it was slowly making me nauseous. I needed to think of something else... Do something else. So I decided to make a call to someone I hadn't spoken to since Jasper came back into my life like the tornado that he is; Carmen.

~*~oOo~*~

After I got off the phone with Carmen I felt a little better, she suggested that I should just clean up my apartment and purge some items a bit and she also said that I could visit them in New York if I wanted to. I told her I’d think about it and got off the phone. Maybe it was time to purge my closet and my home of useless things, donate some to Goodwill or just toss things I no longer had any use for.

I put a handkerchief on my head and my grubbiest clothes on before I got started. About halfway through the day I decided I was in need of a cucumber sandwich and some tea, bad. I began making everything when there was a knock at the door.

Who the fuck could that be? I wondered as I padded over to the door, unlocking it and opening it expecting to see a salesperson.

"Surprise," N.B. said with a smile.

"Oh my God! I wasn't expecting to see you so soon!" I squealed happily, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

He laughed and put his arms around me. "That's generally why they call it a surprise Ali Cat." He pulled away slightly. "Got you these as well," he said, holding up a bouquet of flowers.

They were a beautiful arrangement of yellow and purple irises and roses. "They’re beautiful Nerdy Boy!" I took them from him and ushered him inside as I made my way to the kitchen to put them in a vase. "Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting anyone."

He laughed. "That's quite alright, I figured I'd come see you first since it was on the way to the apartment, before I went home to pass out."

"You can sleep here if you want..." I chewed my lip and hoped he would take me up on my offer. I could cook dinner for him, just like the old days.

He smiled a lazy smile at me. "I don't want to impose."

"Please, it would make me feel a lot better to know you aren't killing yourself driving to Bella's old apartment." I batted my lashes at him, "Please?"

He nodded, "Alright, but I don't put what ever you were doing on hold for me okay?"

I smiled and shook my head, "I'm just cleaning, don't I look hot?" I asked, laughing as I twirled for him, showing off my look.

"I always think you're hot Ali Cat," he said sincerely.

"Really?" I asked, giving him a funny look.

"Yeah," he gave me a lopsided grin again, "Even when you think you're at your worst."

I tilted my head and felt the corner of my mouth turn up into a smile, "You're hotter."

He shook his head. "Nope, you win that contest."

I rolled my eyes, "Do you need lunch before you pass out?"

He shook his head, "No thank you."

"Okay," I gestured towards the bedroom. "Go on then."

He came over and kissed my cheek. "Thanks Ali..."

I kissed his cheek in response. "Sweet dreams."

I watched his back as he walked rather stiffly towards my bedroom, to sleep in my bed. Why is it that still makes me feel a bit like a little kid when I think about him between my sheets? It makes me wanna jump up and down and squeal with excitement. He pulled his shirt up over his head and I felt that heat in my stomach as I watched the way his muscles rippled.

My. God.

I shook my head so I would stop thinking about following that fine ass into bed and letting him really tucker himself out. Cleaning, cleaning, that's right I must clean.

~*~oOo~*~

Six hours and lots of junk later I was sitting and wondering if I should wake Jasper up from his nap. Was six hours enough? Would he be grumpy with me for waking him? Would he want to eat dinner?

I finally decided that he would probably enjoy a good meal and before going in to wake him I changed into a nice dress and brushed my hair. I walked into my bedroom and watched him sleep for a moment, he looked so harmless and peaceful sleeping like that.

First I tried to wake him by simply shaking his arm, but ended up having to climb on top of him to shake him by the shoulders. "N.B. get up..."

He smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm comfy," he pouted, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Don't you want something to eat?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him.

His lip twitched as he tried to fight a smirk. "Depends..."

"On?"

"What’s on the menu," he said as his hands ghosted along my thighs.

"Anything you want," I smiled at him.

"Anything?" he asked. I nodded quickly, wondering what he wanted to eat.

He quickly moved us so I was pinned under him. "Does that include... you?"

My eyes widened when I realized what he wanted to eat and I let out a surprised giggle. "If you want.. but did you break it off with Kelly?"

"Yes I did," he said as he moved up to kiss and nip at my neck.

"Mmm... then you can have me if you'd like," I purred, letting him take me.

He hummed against my neck. "I like."

~*~oOo~*~

The next morning was a Saturday and I was so grateful I didn't have to work. Jasper kept me up all night, and while I wasn't complaining, it made for an interesting morning. I put a pot of coffee on after I climbed out of the shower and went to get the newspaper from the door. By the time I made it back to the kitchen I saw a half-naked Jasper, apparently making something for breakfast.

"What'cha making?" I asked as I sat myself at the counter.

"Omelets," he smiled. "You still like 'em with tomatoes and extra cheese?"

"Yes I do," I smiled at the way his muscles flexed as he mixed.

"Good. Got any plans today?" I shook my head in response. "Wanna have lunch with me, and Peter and Char?"

"Sure..." I said with a small smile. I loved Peter and Charlotte, I actually maintained my friendship with them over the years, which was pretty funny considering how we met.

*~*~* January 1st, 2005 *~*~*

I smiled as I sipped the green sludgy cocktail they were serving. I couldn't wait til I got into college, they had parties for just about everything. Last night Jasper took me to new years party, and he took me to this one tonight celebrating the fact that we didn't get alcohol poisoning and die last night.

New Years had been great; Jasper, ever the strong protective boyfriend, watched over me for most of the night, dancing with me in a way that only people who were intimate could dance. Eventually, as with all the parties Jasper takes me to, we ended up grinding and making out, which led to other things once he took me back to his room.

My entire body tingled when I thought about what he did to me last night. My knees ached and my ass was sore, but it was completely fucking worth it.

I was shaking my hips lightly to the beat of the music that was playing and turned to look for my man so I could ask him to dance with me and maybe we could have repeat of the night before. I'd even wear the little plaid skirt he liked so much if he wanted me to.

I finally found him on the opposite side of the very large room, talking to some petite blonde wearing the skimpist pink top known to man and the tiniest little school-girl skirt. I could feel my heart thudding against my ribcage as I watched her lean closer to him and him begin to laugh. The bubble of anger, grief and jealousy popped and spilling it's icky green contents all over me.

Fuck this.

I downed my drink and walked over to the guy who was acting as the bartender and ordered up a few shots. They say you can drown your sorrows... but can they drown the fact that you'll always be second best to the guy you love?

~*~oOo~*~

A little while later my entire body felt loose and I felt good... really good. I was getting lots of attention, cat-calls and ass smacks as I table danced to ‘Yeah’ on an end table. Someone handed me another drink, which I downed in one gulp before I started shaking my ass again, making the table wiggle precariously under my weight.

"Ali Cat, what are you doing?" Jasper asked from my side, holding his hands up as if to catch me.

"Dancin'," I chirped, rolling my hips and reaching my hands above my head.

"You're gonna end up with a concussion," he gave me a pointed look.

"What do you care? Go back and talk to your new girlfriend." I tried to glare at him, but wasn't entirely sure I could scrunch up my face in the right manner with how loose and tingly my face felt.

"I only got one girl and she's about to fall flat on her ass."

"Then go help her!" I screamed at him, tripping and falling backwards, barely registering that I was falling before I felt something warm and a hell of a lot softer than the concrete floor catch me.

"I told you, you were gonna fall on your ass," he sighed. "Why are you so pissy Ali?"

"I saw you flirtin’ with that... girl..." I stifled a sob that threatened to escape.

"Baby, what girl?" He asked. "I wasn't flirting with anyone."

"That blonde girl in the tiny skirt and the pink shirt with the boobs and she made you laugh and..." I buried my face into his shoulder and cried, twelve years of never being good enough finally catching up to me.

He chuckled and tightened his grip on me. "Ali Cat... that was Char. She's Peter's girl."

"Why were you flirting with her then?" I asked feeling a little hysterical.

"I wasn't flirting! She was telling me a story about Peter."

"I wanna go home," I sobbed miserably.

"Alright," he sighed standing up and carrying me out the door, the sounds of people making out and moaning now drowning out the sound of music.

"I'm sorry..." the tears kept rolling down my cheeks I was unable to stop them.

"For what?" he asked.

"For crying... For ruining your fun night..." I mumbled, my stomach turning.

He pressed his lips to my hair. "Well how can I have fun if you're not having fun Ali?"

"You seemed to be havin’ fun," I mumbled bitterly.

He sighed, "I don't want to fight with you."

"Then..." my voice wobbled as I said my next words. "Break up with me then."

He stopped walking and looked at me. "Excuse me?"

"If you don't like me anymore just dump me Jazz, then you don't have to pretend anymore."

"What the fuck?" He shook his head and started walking faster. "I don't know what you drank tonight but you are cut off."

My mind was spinning and I felt this dull throb in my head right between my eyebrows. "I love you..." I whispered in a watery voice.

"I love you too, Alice."

"Do you?" I reached up and cupped his stubbly cheek.

He moved his head to kiss my palm and gave me a small smile. "Always have Ali Cat, always will."

"I'm sorry I got jealous..." I buried my hot face in his cool neck.

"Just promise me you won't start another table dance when you get jealous again. Unless its just for me," he teased.

"Did you get jealous?" I asked weakly. He nodded. "Why," I lifted my head so I could look at him through hazy eyes.

"Because out of all the shmucks in the world, for some reason you picked me. And to see them watching you... I know what they're thinking... feeling... hell, I'm thinking and feeling it too."

"And what's that?"

"That you look good up there, shaking and wiggling your hips and how good it is to have you doing that under me."

All the heat hit my crotch at once and I had the sudden urge to just hump him right here, in the middle of the street by the apartment building. "I need to fuck you Nerdy Boy..."

He smirked. "Hell yes you do, but we need to get you home and give you some water first."

I giggled and held on tighter as he ran up the stairs and unlocked the door. I was all excited and giddy and happy until Jasper sat me on the bed, then all that spinning and that pain between my eyebrows amplified and suddenly I felt like I was going to be sick.

I got up and ended up crawling towards the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet before everything I drank came bursting through my mouth. Lovely.

~*~oOo~*~

I heard the chirping outside and sat up, expecting pain or something hang-overish related that I had always heard about... and other than the room being too damn bright... I had nothing. I thought back to last night and cringed, I couldn't believe how jealous I got, or how drunk... I didn't even get laid.

I looked next to me in bed and saw my Nerdy Boy sleeping peacefully and smiled. He had taken care of me last night when I was sick. After kissing his cheek I decided to be nice and make him breakfast, since he had been so sweet to me the night before.

I walked into the deserted kitchen and I got the eggs and bacon and set to work making his favorite breakfast sandwich. It was a little weird to me to have a sandwich for breakfast, but they were good so I wasn't about to diss them. After I was finished I put the two sandwiches on a plate and grabbed some orange juice before heading back into 'our' room.

It was technically his room, but everyone calls it our room, so whatever. I sat the plate on the desk and stradled my sleep man. Oh hello morning wood. I smirked and rubbed myself against him making him moan in his sleep. I leaned forward and kept rubbing, whispering his name into his ear.

"Ali..." he warned, clearly not sleeping anymore. "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum in my shorts."

"Mmm," I ran my nose along his scruffy jaw. "Can't have that can we?"

He shook his head in response. "Wanna fuck?" I asked.

He opened his eyes to look at me. "Are you feeling better?" he asked as his hands made their way up under my shirt.

"Yes," I nodded, "now I am just really, really horny."

"Well that makes two of us," he smiled before pulling me down to him so he could kiss my neck. I sighed happily as his hands slid up my back. He moved his hands down again as his lips moved along my jaw. "Shirt..." he whispered huskily as he tugged at the hem.

I pushed my hands up and let him take my shirt off for me, leaving me half naked and in his face. He reached up and groped my tits, squeezing them while biting his lip as he looked up at me. He looked so sexy like that. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my hips bucked against his stomach as he sucked a tightened nub into his mouth, licking and swirling with his tongue and sending fire straight to my groin.

He moaned against my skin before looking up at me. "Top or bottom baby?"

"I don't care as long as you're inside me... soon." I half moaned out, feeling every bit the wanton whore I sounded like.

His hand reached around the nightstand blindly as he continued to tease me with his lips. He groaned before pulling away so he could find what he was looking for. He smiled triumphantly when he found the sliver package.

I pushed myself up slightly, letting him remove his boxers to put the condom on as I pulled my own shorts off and straddled his stomach again. He grabbed my waist and gave me a slight half smile as he pulled me down onto his cock. I closed my eyes as I let the blissful sensation of him filling and stretching me wash over me.

After that his hands gripped my hips and we began rocking against each other, desperate for the sweet relief. Soon the only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and moans whenever one of us hit a particularly good spot.

He moved us, laying me on my back as he brought my legs up onto his shoulders, moving his hips faster. I loved the feeling, the places he was hitting, sending endorphins throughout my body. I was so close, I reached my hand between us and started to vigoriously rub my engorged clit, sending tiny little bits of good feelings to my brain until I fell off the edge, moaning and crying with relief.

He started pounding harder into me, the muscles of his arms and jaw tensing as he pulled himself all the way out before thrusting himself deep into me. I gasped at the pain and pleasure mix as he moaned loudly into the air, his body tensing and releasing with the power of his orgasm.

He looked so sexy when he came. I ran my hand up his defined chest, up his neck and to his jaw, pulling his head down so I could kiss him.

He smiled against my lips. "Morning beautiful," he mumbled.

I let him pull away a little, "Morning! I made you breakfast!"

"You did?" he asked, moving to dispose of the condom.

"See?" I pointed towards the plate on the desk.

He put his glasses on and looked at where I was pointing. "Fried egg sandwiches?"

"With bacon!" I chirped.

He laughed and kissed me again. "Thank you Ali Cat."

"Thank you for taking care of my drunk ass last night..." I batted my eyelashes at him.

He laughed again. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? You've always taken care of me when I was sick."

"Yeah, but if I hadn't gotten jealous we wouldn't have even needed to do that."

He frowned slightly. "I still don't understand why you do."

"What, get jealous?" He nodded. "’Cause you're fucking sexy and smart, and I know that I'm not really all that great, and that you could do better, you know?"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "There’s no way I could do better Ali, anyone else would be a downgrade." He shook his head, "why are we even talking about this?"

I smiled and kissed him, he always said the sweetest things. "Thank you baby."

"I love you Ali Cat..."

"I love you my Nerdy Boy." I smiled and twisted my hands into his hair, kissing him once more before letting him get up to eat.

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Chapter 25

Jpov

Kelly's blue eyes got wide as she looked at me. "Talk?" she asked.

"Yeah, things have changed."

"I can see that Jasper. Why are you getting rid of your comics?"

I sighed and shook my head. "I'm not getting rid of them. I'm sending them to a friend so he can take care of them until I get a place."

"You've got a place Jasper, you're in it right now."

"I'm moving."

Her jaw went slack and she gawked at me. "But what about the department? You always said you wouldn’t leave the department."

"I was offered a transfer to a new department. Let's face it Kel, the only thing keeping me here was the job."

"Your job?! That's it?!"

Bad choice of words... "Yeah. Kelly, we're not in love with each other-" I quickly halted my words when I saw her hand cover her mouth.

She took a moment before speaking, her eyes showed the sadness and hurt. "You're leaving me?" she whispered.

I looked down at the box in my hands and started to fold it closed, ready to tape it shut. "Yeah... I'm sorry."

She sighed. "No, I get it. I knew I never really had you to begin with. I just wish..."

I looked up at her and watched as her face changed from sadness to anger. Oh shit… "Just wish what?" I asked hoping to find out why she was suddenly angry.

"Forks, Washington?!"

"Yeah, that's where I’m transferring to," I told her.

"You're doing this for her aren't you?!" She balled up her fists angrily.

"If by her you mean Alice… then, yes and no." I got up and headed to the kitchen for something to drink.

"What the fuck?!" she bellowed as she stomped after me. "I thought you weren't good enough for her?"

"I'm not!" I shouted back. "We're gonna try being friends again," I said a bit calmer. "Emmett's dad pulled some strings to get me to stay. That's why I'm going. Better pay and my family are there."

"And her," Her tone clearly a mix of hurt and angry. "Did you...fuck her?" she asked quietly.

I sighed and put my palms on the counter. "Yeah, I did," I admitted. Better to tell her the truth, I reminded myself.

I looked over to see if she was still in the kitchen just as she pulled her hand back and it collided with my face. "You fucking bastard!" she screamed, slapping me again. "You fucked that... that whore? How could you do this to me?!"

"Goddamn it Kelly!" I shouted grabbing her wrist to keep her from hitting me again. "She's not a fucking whore."

"Oh please, I've seen the fucking videos Nerdy Boy, " she seethed.

"Don't call me that Kelly," I dropped her hand. "Why the fuck are you going through my stuff?"

"Because I'm your girlfriend and I can," she said indignantly. "I can't believe you fucked her... and you're fucking leaving me for her! She has got to have some serious issues to take you back."

"A locked foot locker generally means stay out of it." I just rolled my eyes at her. "Think what you want Kel, but you're the one with the fucking issues," I spat and pushed passed her to get out of the kitchen.

"You can't leave me!" she screamed just as I felt air whoosh past my right ear and heard something shatter against the wall, I spun and saw her picking up some of my grandmother's china to throw. "I dyed my hair for you. I offered to let you tie me up..." I could see the angry tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she threw a teacup.

"I never asked you to do any of that Kelly!" I dodged out of the way of the passing cup. "Stop taking it out on my Nana's stuff!" I shouted at her as the matching plate came flying at me. "Damn it Kelly, did you ever stop to think that maybe I wanted you ‘cause you were who you were!?"

"But it was never good enough was it?" she asked with a small sob, before kicking the island cabinet.

"Kel..." I sighed. I shook my head. "I don't know what you want me to say. I tried."

"No you didn't," her bottom lip wobbled. "I love you Jasper... why can't you love me? Why can't you forget about her and just love me?"

"I can't Kelly... I'm sorry." I whispered the last part.

She gave an enraged roar and began chucking things at my head again, bits of porcelain, glass and china flying all around me.

Jesus Christ! I thought as I grabbed her and pulled her out of the kitchen. "Stop it!"

"Fuck you," she screamed kicking my calf as hard as she could.

"God damn it!" I limped out of the way. "What the fuck Kelly?!"

"I hate you! I hate you and your fucking small dick and your stupid stuff and your freaky fetishes!" she screamed, taking some pictures off the walls and throwing them at me as I jumped out of the way.

"Whatever Kelly," I muttered reaching into my pocket for my phone. I needed her out of here if I wanted to keep my stuff in one piece.

"You limp dicked bastard," she screamed as she threw a vase at me.

Fuck, that was my mother's, I thought as I sent a text to her partner at work to come get her. "Knock it off Kelly," I warned heading to the closet where the cuffs were. Shit, I might have to use her own damn stun gun on her.

"What are you gonna do freak? You're too fucking weak to do anything."

I got to the closet and grabbed the cuffs. "I don't get it Kel, why are you talking shit? I never once called you a bad name."

"You've treated me bad this entire time, and I fucking let you cause I thought that maybe," she shook her head. "You just don't have a fucking heart."

"Over two years Kelly? If I was as bad as you say, why the fuck did you stay with me for over two years? And I do have a heart Kel, it just never came to Tennessee with me."

"Because I fucking loved you, and I thought you loved me but just didn't know how to show it..." she clenched her fists again. "That's right it died when your momma did."

I opened my mouth to say something to her just as there was a pounding at the door. "My sister was right, you're a fucking crazy whore," I seethed pulling the door open roughly.

~*~*~ December 20th, 2008 ~*~*~

I unlocked the door and held it open. "Well, this is home..." I looked at my sister and her new husband nervously. "It's not much," I shrugged.

Rose shook her head and walked past me, followed closely by Emmett. "It's fine Jazz. I'm just happy I get to actually spend a Christmas with you."

Way to lay on the guilt Rose. I closed the door. "I know Rose. I'm really glad y'all are here."

Emmett looked around, "It doesn't look too bad."

"See," Rose said definitely directing the comment to Em before turning to me. "Bathroom? Long flight," she laughed.

I pointed her in the direction to go. "Can't miss it, it's the only door open," I laughed and looked at Em. "Beer?"

"Sure," he said with a smile, settling down into the couch.

I nodded and headed towards the kitchen. This should be an interesting week considering Emmett hadn't been speaking to me since I left home.

I grabbed two beers before getting the wine out. Odds are my sister would like a glass. “So... how are things?" I asked as I got Rose's glass ready.

"Good, I'm a motorcycle cop for Seattle now," he informed me.

"I heard, congrats man," I handed him his beer.

"Thanks," he took the beer and cracked it open before taking a long pull. "So what about you, what have you been doin’ down south?"

I shrugged and opened my own bottle. "Not much… spending my days locked up in a lab doing the forensics thing."

"And fucking some girl," Rose said from behind Em.

"She's my girlfriend Rose." I defended lightly.

"Uh huh," she said taking her glass from the counter. "Thank you."

"So... I'm guessin’ you ain't planning on coming back then, huh?" Emmett asked with a slightly sad expression.

Rose gave me an amused look as I sighed. "I don't know man... I'd probably do more harm than good."

"Right," Rose said sarcastically.

"Rosie," Emmett leaned his head back to look at her before looking at me. "So... tell me about your new girl?" Rose rolled her eyes and muttered something about needing to call the girls.

"What do you want to know?"

"What's she like?" Emmett waggled his eyebrows at me.

Nothing like Ali... "Blonde and beautiful?" I laughed. "I dunno man. She's different."

"Sounds different than your type," he smiled and took another drink. "So what is it about her you like?"

I leaned against the counter and thought it over. "Can I be honest with ya and you won't pound my head in?"

"I ain't here to pound your head in," he reassured with a small smile.

I set my beer down and scrubbed my face over my hands. "The best thing about Kelly is she ain't Ali. Kelly is tall, blonde, can't dance worth shit. Her voice is a bit on the whiney side and her laugh can grate on your nerves. And I like it."

Emmett gaped at me, "So you like her 'cause she ain't Ali-baby?"

"Yeah..." I said softly. "Pretty shitty huh?"

"Can I ask you somethin' without you getting all pissed off?" Em asked, looking at me sideways. I nodded in response. "And have you give me a honest answer?" He added as I looked up to see Rose leaning against the wall watching us. "What did Ali-baby ever do to you?"

"Nothing," I shook my head before taking a long pull of my beer. "What happened between me and her, that was all me. All she ever did was love me."

"And you loved her," Rose said sadly. I nodded in response.

"She..." Emmett paused, he and Rosie exchanged a look. "She's doin' good in school."

"Yeah... and happy with that Gavin guy..." Damn it hurt to know she moved on.

“Garrett,” Rose corrected.

“Whatever,” I muttered.

"You know she broke up with him for about a week around her birthday... I fucking hate the douchebag." Emmett said before he took another drink from his bottle.

"She did? Edward didn't tell me that." I looked at him confused. "And why do you hate him?"

"Probably didn't tell you cause you don't call often enough," Rose said giving me a pointed look.

"Yeah, she did... I dunno why though. And I hate him because he thinks he's so much fucking better than everyone else, fucking walking around in his Armani suits and driving his fucking Mercedes... the way he talks to Ali-baby you'd think his shit don't stink."

"Oh... So he's got money huh?" Never thought she'd go for that...

Rose snorted. "No, just a small pecker." Clearly Rose isn't his biggest fan.

Emmett shrugged, "Who gives a fuck, frankly I'm disappointed that she went with the first dick who gave her attention since-" Rosie shushed him.

"Since? Me?" I offered to fill in the blanks before tossing my empty bottle in the recycle bin. "So let me get this straight. You, Rose, don't like him ‘cause he's got a small dick. And Em, you don't like him ‘cause he acts like he's God's gift to the world? Hate to think what y'all thought of me."

"You don't have to be a bitter asshole to us Jasper Alexander. We never told you to leave." Rose snapped.

"I'm not being bitter. It just seems like y'all don't like him ‘cause he's an outsider. The only outsider I've ever seen y'all take in, no questions asked was Bella, but hell she's family."

"We took you in didn't we?" Emmett asked.

"Did you really have a choice?" I countered.

"Yeah, we did. We could've been horrible little shits to you, but you were cool, you didn't talk to Ali-baby like she was a piece of shit even when you were tappin’ it." Emmett defended.

"What?" I asked but was cut off by Rose's scoff.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Now I see why you shouldn't drink. You're a dick sometimes."

"How am I being a dick? It's just a simple fucking question." I looked at my sister who rolled her eyes at me again as she leaned against her husband. "Whatever, now what do you mean he's talking to her like shit?" I looked at Emmett.

"Just the shit he says to her..." Emmett shook his head. "He's not good enough and he fucking knows it, so he's trying to bring her down or some psychological mumbo-jumbo."

I raised my eyebrow at that. "And Ed hasn't killed him yet?"

"She won't let him. She ignores the shit we say cause 'she's happy'," Emmett said the last part with finger quotes.

I sighed and shrugged. "As long as she's happy, right?"

"Right," Emmett agreed, picking at the label on his beer probably realizing it was a lost cause.

"I'm sorry man," I sighed.

"So, are we getting the tree tomorrow?" Rose asked, clearly changing the subject.

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We got a tree and decorated it and as usual, Emmett ate the popcorn Rose had intended to use to make as garland. Really I didn't see the point of the popcorn garland, especially when Emmett ate most of the supplies, yet Rose insisted on the tradition. But somehow we managed to not kill each other. I was grateful that Rose brought Emmett with her. I missed him and honestly, he kept Rose's snark at minimum and attitude in check.

Kelly came over a few times. She was anxious to meet Rose and I knew there was no way to avoid it. Emmett was kind to her, cracking jokes and just being Em, while Rose... well she was being Rose.

It was Christmas Eve and Rose wanted us to have the Christmas dinner tonight. She tired to justify it as being a new tradition for us, truth be told I just think she didn't want to cook after she got her gifts. Almost as if she was expecting something big.

"So will trailer trash be here?" Rose asked as she pulled the ham from the oven.

"Rosie," Emmett said in a warning tone.

"Yes, Rose, Kelly is going to be here. She doesn't have family and since she is my girlfriend, I included her." I explained.

"Fine, I'll be nice. But don't expect me to like her, 'cause I don't."

"I know. And I'm okay with the fact that you'll never like anyone I date from here on out ‘cause of one simple reason."

"Oh yeah? Why's that smart ass?" She asked.

"'Cause it ain't Alice," Emmett and I both said together before laughing.

"Oh shut up. And you feel the same Em don't deny it!" She laughed.

"Yeah, it's true... you two belong together... " Em said with a small smile.

I rolled my eyes and started to set the table. "I tell you what. If there is ever a chance for that again, I'll be on the first flight home. Just don't hold your breath, okay?"

"Sure dude, you know I'd much rather you for a brother-in-law... in law," he smiled a bit. "Then that piece of trash."

I laughed and nodded just as the door opened. "Hey Kel, we're in the kitchen!" I called out.

I heard the sound of high heels against the hardwood floor, a sound I now recognized thanks to my sister's habit of wearing them around the house, before hearing Rose gasp and Emmett mutter something under his breath. I turned to see why they both look so shocked only to be faced with someone who looked like Kelly... only not.

"Kel?" I asked.

She smiled in response. "You like it Jasper?" she asked as her hand went to mess with her short and now black hair. I just gaped at her in response. "I thought it would be a good Christmas gift. Makes me look sexy, doesn't it?"

I could see Emmett cover his mouth with his hand as Rose excused herself from the room.

"Kel... what did you do?" I asked, finally taking in the rest of her appearance. Not only had she cut and dyed her hair like Alice's used to be, but she had also tried to copy the way she used to dress – in high school.

"I got a makeover," she smiled brightly but fell slightly as she studied my face. "You don't like it?"

God no I don't. "It's just... different." I lied with a shrug.

She looked over at Emmett before coming over to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. "I figured if I could be a little more like her…" she said softly.

"Jesus Kelly," I sighed. She chewed her lip and excused herself just as Rose returned. I heard the bedroom door close and I waited for the inevitable shit to hit the fan or whatever was coming my way from Emmett and Rosalie.

"Well, I guess she ain't that much different than Ali-baby now," Emmett said, not so subtly stifling a laugh.

"Wow... what the hell Jazz? Won't fuck her or something?" Rose asked, not even bothering to hide her giggles.

"Oh my God," I breathed just staring at the direction of my bedroom door.

"I don't know whether to call her a whore for being the white trash version of my best friend or just call her crazy," Rose said shaking her head. "Oh I know!" She clapped happily. "Crazy whore!" She chirped then laughed mischievously. "I can't wait to tell the girls."

I just shook my head. What have I gotten myself into?

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