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Make Me Forget

Summary:
Oddship challenge: Lauren Mallory is a bitch, but she's a bitch with a secret nobody knows about it... nobody except a particular empath we like to call Jasper.


Notes:
It doesn't sound very appealing, and I wasn't sure exactly how it would turn out when I was writing it, but I actually like it, now.


1. Chapter 1

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Make me Forget

By effection

"Hey Lauren!"

I cringed. After half a second's deliberation, I decided to ignore the annoying voice calling my name. Maybe if I ignored it enough, it would disappear … hopefully along with its owner. That was my reasoning, anyway.

"Lauren! Wait up!"

No such luck.

I squeezed my eyes shut, definitely not in the mood. A short girl was walking in my direction and I sent her a glare. She took one look at my annoyed face and scurried off the other way. Now that's what I'm talking about. She'll probably go running to her friends, complaining about that bitch, Lauren Mallory, but the truth is: I don't care.

I'm a bitch. So what? Life was screwed up enough at home and I just didn't have time to care at school.

Footsteps pounded behind me and before I knew it, there was Jon Meer, slowing down and wheezing to a walk next to me. I groaned, wishing he would just… instantaneously combust or something. The boy couldn't get a hint. Ever since he learned that the schools' new loser, Bella whatever, stole my Tyler away, he's been trying to catch my eye and every time he comes up with a new line, I blow him off.

He was driven and pig-headed, I'll give him that much.

"Lauren (cough), hey," he gasped for breath. I marched on, quickening my pace. Unfortunately for me, he kept up. "Hey, how's it hangin'?" he asked.

Ugh.

"It wont be hanging much anymore if you don't go away," I snapped. He grimaced and I saw him shift his binder over his crotch. Loser.

I veered off to the right and pushed through the doors into the parking lot. Great. Another cloudy day in good old Forks. My hair couldn't take much more of this weather.

"Wait - where're you going? You have Biology right now, not cheerleading!" he called from the doorway as I made my way across the lot to the football field.

"Away from you," I muttered, just shaking my head. I needed to be alone.

I let out a breath a few seconds later when I didn't hear his obnoxiously loud shoes clamoring after me.

The football field was deserted when I got there. Perfect. I needed some time to myself. I climbed up the bleachers and winced when they creaked under my weight. From the top row, I could look down over the trees and to the cars below. They were so small and insignificant; I was so high and important. I liked the feeling.

I stretched out on the cold, slightly wet metal. It was soaking my clothes, but I decided to worry about that later. Right now, I relished the peace. The peace I never got at home or at school.

At home, I could hear Mom and Dad's screaming even through my locked door. It would always start out as a tiny argument then escalate into shouts and flying inanimate objects.

Dad was cheating on Mom with Aunt Betsy. The memory of catching them in the car about a block away from the house was burned in my head and I felt the tears rise up again. I kept it to myself, kept my mouth shut when Mom and Dad would fight, kept the words hidden away whenever Dad would speak to me.

I wanted to call him an evil, cheating, scumbag of a man, but I didn't. I don't know why I didn't. Maybe I should've. Maybe I should've thrown something at the car when I saw him slip his hand under my mother's sister's shirt, but the bile that'd risen up my throat made me turn my head away and retch into the neighbor's flowers. After that, I ran.

A sudden clanging noise sent me shooting to my feet. Oh shit, was the first thought that crossed my mind. I was going to get caught.

My head turned and I met the ocher eyes of the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. I vaguely recognized his face, barely remembered his name, but…

He was standing at the bottom of the bleachers with a foot on the first bench, obviously surprised to see me there. His eyes were transfixed to mine and I almost forgot how to breathe.

Jasper Hale.

He was Jasper Hale. Blonde hair, amazing eyes, intimidatingly tall, mouth-wateringly muscled… easily the most beautiful male to ever step foot in our high school. Maybe with the exception of his brothers.

I forced my eyes away and sat back down. I leaned backwards, recommencing my moping of my miserable life.

For some reason, the thoughts in my mind wouldn't focus. They came fleetingly then disappeared completely, replaced by the image of Jasper Hale, standing at the foot of the bleachers, staring at me, shocked. For a moment, I wondered if he was still standing there - I hadn't heard him move.

My head rose up and I realized he'd moved to the other side of the bleachers and sat down in the third row. What was he doing?

He was crouched over, his elbows resting on his knees, head resting in his hands. His entire body was tensed. I wondered why.

From where I sat, he looked like the saddest person in the world and for a split second, I wondered if maybe his problems were worse than mine. What was he thinking about? My eyes raked over the sight of his muscled back appreciatively.

They said he was orphaned. I wondered what that was like. Did he remember his parents? Did he miss them? Did he like staying with … Dr. Cullen?

I sighed and brought my knees up, wrapping my arms around my legs. There was no point watching a guy like him, no matter how sexy he was. My head bent down and I closed my eyes, waiting for the day to end. Or maybe for the pain to stop.

A deep voice startled me awake.

"School's over," it said. I raised my head, then winced, bringing a hand to rub the back of my neck. I had a cramp. Damn it.

"It is?"

My voice was groggy from sleep and I squinted to see who was talking to me. The contacts I was wearing were sticky and he came out blurry, but there was no mistaking who he was. Jasper Hale.

He wasn't smiling. Just staring at me pensively.

"Yeah," he nodded, his head slightly tilting to the side. "It actually ended about a half an hour ago, but you didn't seem ready to wake up."

"I'm still not."

His lips curved up, but it still wasn't a smile. "I know," he said. "But it's going to pour in about ten minutes and I didn't think you'd want to be out here when that happens."

I looked up and sure enough, the clouds that had been collecting all week were a threateningly grey color, swirling around above our heads.

"You're right," I nodded, pushing myself off the bench. Ugh. My entire body was sore.

He didn't say anything to that, but I could feel his eyes burning into me. Something about them made me shiver and I rubbed my arms, taking a deep breath.

"Cold?"

I looked up at his face again and nearly jumped back when I saw the intensity of his eyes.

"A little," I admitted. I saw him start to shrug off his jacket and quickly put my hands up. "Oh no, you don't have to."

"You're cold," was all he said as he slid it off his arm and handed it to me. I stared at it. After a while, I looked back into his eyes and saw something that made my stomach churn.

"I don't want your pity."

He seemed surprised and I saw his eyebrows rise. "I don't pity you," he chose his words carefully.

"Yes, you do," I insisted. The look was still in his eyes. That look that read… There's a girl with a hard life, must help her. "I don't know why you do or what you know about my life. But I don't need your charity."

I shouldered my way past him, ignoring the coat he still held out. Part of me hoped he'd call me back and was disappointed when he didn't.

It doesn't matter, I thought to myself, making my way to the parking lot. He doesn't matter. Jasper Hale was just some gorgeous high school guy who was more perceptive than most.

All the reason to hate him more. I don't pity you. I scoffed, kicking at a small stone in my path.

I jogged across the lot to my car, dug my keys out of my pockets, and climbed in before the sky opened up and started pelting the ground with raindrops the size of quarters. For a second, I wondered if Jasper was still where I left him. I quickly discarded the thought, plunged my keys into the ignition and twisted.

Shit.

The car groaned and died. Again. I slammed my fist on the wheel and jumped when I heard the sharp beep. Shit, shit, shit. This was not a good time for my car to just not start.

I looked out the window at the water streaming down my window. The storm wasn't going to let up anytime soon and I needed to get home.

I bit my lip and decided to run for it. My house was less than a block away, anyway.

The wind blew the rain straight at me and my face stung as I was assaulted by water pellets. I grit my teeth, hitched my backpack higher on my shoulder, and ran as quick as I could with heels.

Ten steps away from the car and I felt a hand grasp my shoulder, pulling me back. I nearly screamed as I whirled around. The scream died before it ever made it out.

Jasper.

"Don't do that!" I shouted after getting my bearings. I ran a self-conscious hand through my drenched locks. It wouldn't have helped, anyways. The rain came down harder.

"Take the damn jacket," he muttered, thrusting his jacket in my arms. I stood there with his jacket staring at him. He was looking at the ground. I saw the pale skin of his bare arms, the dead look in his face, the beautiful angles of his body as he stood there, towering over me.

A few seconds passed and he finally shifted his eyes to glance at me.

"Don't just stand there," he cried out, taking the jacket and maneuvering it over my shoulders.

"Thanks," I muttered.

I look at him one more time and shook my head. I couldn't figure him out. He was so strange to me, to everybody. Him and his entire family. At first, I was curious. I wanted to talk to him, get to know him, but right now, I was cold and I wanted to get home. So I just turned around and started on my way again.

I didn't even realize he was walking with me until I turned my head to the side and saw him there, matching me pace for pace.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, stopping in my tracks.

"Walking you home."

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Our eyes met through the rain and I saw a part of myself in them. He looked miserable.

"Why?" I asked.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Finally, he said, "Because it's not safe."

I snorted. "I've lived here all my life," I informed him.

He just shrugged and started walking again, so I followed him. It was ten more steps later when I tripped over a rock and went plunging to the ground. My elbow shot out to support me and scraped against the gravel.

"Ow!" I cringed. Involuntary tears sprung to my eyes. Jasper turned around and suddenly stepped back.

"You're bleeding," he remarked, his voice hesitant as he backed away. I looked down at my bare leg to see the scratch marks the loose gravel made on them. It wasn't so bad. My hip hurt more and I wasn't sure if I could move.

"Yeah," I muttered, carefully pushing off the ground. He made no move to help me. I brushed the raindrops out of my eyelashes and looked over at him. His fists were clenched to his side and his mouth was squeezed shut. "You okay?" I asked.

"I will be," he breathed out, slowly, before mumbling to himself, "I should've listened to Alice."

My ear perked up at the familiar name.

"Alice… she's your girlfriend, right?"

As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't. Girlfriend. Of course a guy like him had a girlfriend. He shrugged, turning his face away from me.

His profile was striking. A straight nose over a nice-shaped mouth, a chin that slightly jutted out, strong jaw… perfect man. I remembered Alice, his girlfriend. She was gorgeous, no doubt.

I took a step forward and winced. He must've heard my sharp intake of breath because he turned and in a swift second was by my side, scooping me up into his arms.

I wasn't expecting that and let out an indignant squeal.

"What are you doing!" I pushed against his chest. I barely even moved, despite my efforts. "Put me down! You can't just do that. Jasper!"

"Relax," he sent me a glare and for a moment, I saw this agonized look on his face, like he's fighting the world's next war all by himself. A lock of blonde hair fell over his topaz colored eyes and I resisted the urge to brush it away.

The urge became too strong and I decided that resistance was futile. My hand reached up and brushed aside the stray strands. They lingered on the side of his face.

His skin was surprisingly cold, his cheek surprisingly hard. I felt like I was stroking a statue, but at the same time, it's more. It's this hauntingly beautiful boy - man - that was in every way as troubled as I was. Jasper didn’t take his eyes off me and didn't pull away. He just stood as still as he could with me cradled in his arms.

The pads of my finger brushed across his cheekbones and trailed down to his jaw. A strong, square jaw that I wished I knew better. His arms tightened around me and I found my face inches away from his.

This was wrong. I knew it was. But for some reason, the intensity in his eyes was too much. They were luring me to him, closer and closer until my nose was level with his cheek.

"Jasper," I breathed out, testing his name. It felt good, almost magical. It broke our trance.

His head immediately pulled away and I felt his feet start moving. My heart stopped and my hand drew back, thoroughly disappointed.

"Do you even know where I live?" I asked him after a few moments of awkward silence.

"I have an idea," he said, shortly, his voice suddenly cold. I shivered and pulled his coat tighter around me.

His so-called 'idea' turned out to be pretty damn accurate - in less than five minutes, we were turning down my street. I sighed, happy. In a few minutes, I would run into my house and erase this afternoon from my mind.

A familiar car caught my eye.

"Stop," I demanded, pushing up in his arms. He paused, uncertain.

"Stop?"

"Let me down," I told him, twisting around.

"We're almost to your - "

"Let me down!" I hissed. He complied and set me on my feet.

I slowly made my way to the familiar blue Honda. There were people in there and it was obvious that they were too involved with each other to notice me. I prayed that it wasn't who I thought it'd be.

Jasper was instantly at my side, pulling at my arm.

"Don't," he whispered.

My eyelids drooped down, drenched in sudden tears and rain.

"Don't what?" I spoke quietly, not trusting my voice. He gestured at the car with his head.

"You already know," he told me, his voice gentle. I looked up at him and saw a tiny furrow between his eyebrows. I wanted to smooth it out, but this time I successfully repressed the urge.

"Know what?"

The sad thing was that I knew exactly what he was talking about. I just didn't want to let it on. I was still in denial. He knew I knew, too, because all he did was shake his head.

"Stop punishing yourself," he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and felt a sob shake through my body.

We walked like that the rest of the way to my house. Me, crying into him, Him, shielding my eyes from my cheating scumbag of a father and lying bitch of an aunt. I clung to him like cellophane, afraid to let go, because if I did, I had a feeling I'd fall into that hole. The black one in the middle of my life - the same one I've been skirting around for the past few years.

I found my keys and pushed the door open. He stood on the porch looking in, uncertain. For an entire ten seconds, I just took him in, standing there by the porch, surrounded by grey rain falling everywhere. His back was slightly slouched, his lean frame stiff, upper body tensed, face confused.

"Come in," I invited, letting myself smile. At first, I thought he'd refused, but then he flashed me a rare smile and stepped into the house.

I wasn't sure what to do with him, so I told him to make himself at home before running up to my room to change into dry clothes.

Ten minutes later, I found him in the living room staring at old family photos. He heard me behind him and turned around.

I don't know what possessed me at the moment, but I strode forward in all my confidence, stopped less than a foot away from him, wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to mine.

When our lips met, I fell. I felt the wall I've been slowly building up crumble down in a matter of seconds. I must have surprised him because he took a step back at first contact before catching me by the hips.

I pulled away as quickly as I fell in, unsure. Our eyes met for the briefest second before he ducked his head down and kissed me again.

This time, it was different. This time, he pressed his hands on the small of my back, crushing me to his hard body. This time, his lips moved against mine and he participated in the kiss as much as I did.

I felt a sudden rush of heat take over my body as he spun me around until I was pressed against the wall. I held onto his shoulders and wound my legs around his waist, our mouths never leaving each other.

The kiss was hard but he never moved to deepen it. He never parted his lips or let me in, no matter how much coaxing I did. Finally, I settled for the feeling of his cool, soft lips against mine and sighed.

I forgot about everything - about my parents, my dad, Betsy… it was like nothing else existed except Jasper Hale and his mouth.

It was the most tame kiss I've ever had and just as suddenly as it begun, it ended. He practically leapt away from me and I bonelessly slid down the wall.

He looked as confused as I felt.

"Sorry," he muttered, reaching up to touch his mouth. Hurt coursed through me and I just shook my head.

"My fault," I sighed. Then, I remembered. "Oh… your girlfriend."

Damn. My throat constricted and I closed my eyes.

"Yeah," he glued his eyes to the ground. "Alice. I love her, you know."

I didn't want to know, but I guess he felt the need to tell me.

"She's a lucky girl," I told him before getting to my feet, brushing my pants off, and walking out of the room.

I felt the exact moment he left the house because that was the moment everything felt cold. Everything in the world came tumbling back again as I flung myself onto my bed and buried my head into my pillow.

The hurt multiplied and I cried for the millionth time that week. I missed that short moment when he was with me, when his arms were around me. He helped me forget and I wanted so badly to just… forget.

The next week, I saw him again. He was sitting on the bleachers in the empty football field. For a moment, I thought about leaving. That would've been the right thing to do.

But instead of walking away, I walked up to him. He looked up and didn't seem surprised to see me.

My right hand reached out to touch his face as I sat beside him.

"She doesn't have to know," I murmured before pulling his head to mine. Make me forget, I repeated over and over again in my head.

He complied.

FIN

Q&A

Q: Wouldn't Alice know about Jasper & Lauren?

A: From what I've gotten from the books, Alice sees things that threaten her and the Cullen's lives or anything that she specifically tries to see. Lauren's not really a threat and Alice would never suspect Jasper to cheat on her, so she'd never think to check things out. Also... Jasper never really meant for it to happen... in his mind, he'd never cheat on her so, because of the subjectiveness of Alice's "sight," she doesn't really see what happens. That's the best explanation I can give.

Q: Jasper cheated on Alice?! How could he?

A: Jasper would NEVER cheat on Alice. This was written for a challenge that specifies a relationship that's very unlikely to happen, so... viola - intro: Lauren Mallory.

Q: Continuation?

A: I think I'm going to write a Part II, but it'll be in Jasper's POV. It'll take place a little further into the relationship and will deal with the consequences, i.e. Alice, Cullens, etc.