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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