There is no Bella. Alice is married to Edward. What would happen if I met Jasper? The sparks will fly and stuff will most definitely hit the fan! AU. Read and review!
I do not own anything from the Twilight Saga; it's all Stephenie's genius. I also don't any of the music used in this story.
7. Chapter 7
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We were standing in my apartment in one minute, fifteen seconds. If I had been capable of coherent thought, I would have been pissed that Jasper was right in his assessment of our ETA. As it happened, the speed of the ride coupled with the blur of scenery had rendered me immobile and speechless. I was still locked around Jasper’s torso, incapable of removing myself.
“Samantha, you can get down now. We’re here.”
All that came out of my mouth was a string of incoherent squeaking. His laugh sounded and his cool hands were suddenly reaching back to unlock my limbs. Against his freakish strength I stood no chance. When he’d disengaged my chokehold on his neck, my legs seemed to follow suit of their own volition. I would have dropped to the floor if Jasper hadn’t swung me around and held me in his arms bridal style.
“Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. I think you should have closed your eyes.”
“But—what—who—DAMN IT! Don’t you ever do that to me again, do you hear me, Jasper? You can stop laughing and put me down now, you jerk. A little warning would have been nice,” I chastised him as he sat me on the floor and steadied me on my feet. I rolled my eyes at his grin.
“That would have been absolutely no fun at all, darlin.’ Now, what would you like to do with me, now that you’ve got me trapped here?”
To shrug off the thudding of my heart, I literally shrugged and turned toward the kitchen.
“I dunno. I do know I’m getting something to eat; this human is starving because she forgot breakfast this morning…again.”
The frustration I felt coming off him made me feel terrible that he had to sit around and waste time while I went all human on his perfect behind…which is why his next words came as a bit of a shock.
“Damn it, Samantha! You need to take better care of yourself. Skipping meals like that is irresponsible and dangerous for your health.”
I rolled my eyes as I dug my box of cherry Pop-Tarts out of the cupboard.
“Yes, mom. I’m eating now, aren’t I?”
He eyed the packet dubiously as I came back in the living room.
“If you consider that food. You need protein…you smell anemic.”
“Just what every girl wants to hear. Jasper, I’m okay. Sit down, shut up, and watch this movie with me…please?”
His breath whooshed out on a sigh and I had to stop myself from smirking when I smelled victory.
“Fine. Start it so you can finally take a nap.”
I did so, while at the same time stuffing chunks of pastry in my mouth. By the time I was sitting on the couch next to Jasper, I’d nearly finished my second one. Man…skipping meals really does a number on my system. I should probably stop that, especially so Jasper won’t find out about it.
“That takes talent.”
I looked at him, confused. He raised an eyebrow.
“You ate those ‘Pop-Tarts’ and played the movie all within the span of forty-five seconds.”
I shrugged, turning back to the movie.
“You learn to eat fast with my brother the garbage disposal in the house. If it’s on your plate or in your hand when he finishes eating, it’ll be in his pit of a stomach. And, I always ate breakfast on the run in high school. I lived about thirty miles from the building, so I had to be up at 5:30 to get ready and make the drive in time for first hour at 7:30. This pretty much meant bites of food between showering and getting dressed and packing Matt’s and my lunches and my backpack.”
“That makes sense, I suppose. Where was your mother when all this was going on? She could have helped you.”
“Yeah…if she’d been home before midnight. She worked the night shift in a gas station by our house. So, I kicked my brother’s ass into gear in the morning because if I didn’t, he wouldn’t go to school. I’m just lucky that my mom found a job that had the same hours as my brother’s classes, or college would not have been an option.”
I glanced back at him and noticed the anger on his face. I laid my hand on his arm, gently squeezing.
“What’s wrong, Jasper?”
“I’m just thinking…”
“How much I’d like to find your deadbeat father and rip him apart with my bare hands. Your poor mother…and you. I’m sorry that you had to grow up so fast…you had to be a mother to your own brother.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes.
“Not a very good one. Apparently, I suck being a parent to a teenager. He hardly ever listened to me. When he did, he was so pissed about it that he did a shitty job at whatever I’d asked him to do…hence packing the lunches myself. Not that I don’t appreciate you wanting to protect me, but Matt and I have already kind of written him off. We both figured he did it to us, so he was worth the same treatment.”
“I agree with that, at least. He is scum and doesn’t deserve you as a daughter.”
I smiled at him, sliding my hand down his arm and linking our fingers.
“Thanks. Now, enough of my crappy paternal influence. Let’s watch the movie, okay?”
He silently squeezed my hand and turned back to the television screen. Grateful, I did the same. Thankfully, I made it through the movie the second time around. I nearly flinched when Jasper glared meaningfully at me when the end credits rolled.
“You need to sleep, darlin’. Four hours of rest is not enough.”
“I’ve had worse nights of sleep and lived through them, Jasper. I can always go to bed early if I get too tired. Please, stay and talk with me?”
The whooshing sigh surfaced again and I smirked. I’m guessing that means I won. I’ll have to listen for that sigh in the future.
“Damn it. All right, fine. I’ll stay. Samantha, you could con an Eskimo into buying ice. You know that, don’t you?”
“My mom says that all the time. Despite that, I really can’t. I’m actually a terrible liar…and salesperson.”
I could have sworn I heard him mumble under his breath then, something like ‘must just be me,’ but I chose to ignore it. Knowing that I had Jasper to do with whatever I pleased, I sat thinking about what we could do together. Running is totally not an option. We just finished a movie. I’m not feeling juvenile enough for a board game. My work at the shop isn’t urgent, so screw it. My eyes suddenly lit on my box of books, waiting to be shelved. I bolted up and quickly crossed the room to grab the box and drag it to the couch.
“What are you doing now? Is this some sort of manic phase I need to watch for in the future? I can normally feel something like this coming, so…”
I barely resisted the urge to chuck a book at him and aim for his forehead. I did, however, spare him a glare over my shoulder as I continued digging through the tightly packed box.
“I’m looking for a book. I thought you’d like to read it. Hah! Found you, you little shit!”
I rolled my eyes as Jasper chastised me for my language with a disapproving cluck of his tongue.
“Whatever. It’s not like you haven’t heard it before. When you’re around as long as you, nothing gets by you…especially with the super hearing. Stop trying to get me off topic. Here. Have you read it before?”
I handed him a copy of Wuthering Heights. He looked over it thoughtfully, perusing the covers and peaking inside at the text.
“I don’t think I have, which surprises me with Esme in the house. She’s a fan of the Bronte sisters,” he said at my quizzical gaze.
“Hmm. Well, now you’ll read it. I personally think the characters are abominable human beings, but I suppose they have some redeeming qualities. Maybe hearing you read me the book will give me perspective?”
I looked at him hopefully, pasting on my widest smile. He laughed and pulled me onto the couch with him, settling me into the crook of one arm while opening the book with the other. I nestled my head on his shoulder and listened to him read. The slow, rhythmic pace of his voice soothed me, but he knew better than to take it further and make me sleep. His random outbursts made me laugh. I agreed entirely with most of his observations, but the incredulous way he critiqued Cathy and Heathcliff amused me. The fact that he’d seen a century and a half’s worth of the dark side of humanity and could still not believe what people could do to each other baffled me. I said this aloud once and he rolled his eyes.
“Samantha, these two idiots claim to love each other, have known each other for their whole lives, yet they rip each other to shreds. How can you be so cruel to someone you say you love?”
“I know that you can be so frustrated with someone that all thought of their feelings kind of goes splat onto the floor. You do or say something before you can censor yourself. Haven’t you ever done that with your siblings, or your parents?”
“I guess I have, but when you have eternity to be around the other, someone has to bend and make amends. It would be pretty uncomfortable to be feuding with someone you have to live with forever.”
“Well, duh. All of the awkward silence, the death glares, the subtle sabotage…I shudder to think of it.”
This random dialogue went on for the entire first half of the book. Around then, I happened to glance up at my alarm clock, blaring the time at me in bold green numbers. 8:00? How did the time go by so quickly? If I don’t eat, Jasper is going to kill me! I should probably interrupt him…in a minute…maybe…oh screw it. I can eat when we finish.
However, this plan was foiled by his damn vampire scent…and maybe by the fact that my stomach let out a gigantic growl, effectively sending Jasper into hysterics. I pulled myself to the corner of the sofa, leveling him with an annoyed glare. After about five minutes, I got tired of being laughed at, so I reached behind me and grabbed the accent pillow, proceeding to smack his gorgeous face with it…dead center. I was so proud that I’d actually hit him where I meant to. I smirked at him when his laughter immediately stopped, followed by a shocked stare. Laughing, I reached over to pat his cheek as I stood.
“Lesson number one in Samantha 101: don’t piss off the instructor. I’m going to find something to eat…did you want to sit here laughing like a demented clown, or would you like to come and sit in the kitchen with me?”
The pout he sent in my direction at my dressing down almost cracked my hard-ass façade. If I hadn’t turned away and strolled into the kitchen when I did, I would have blown it. Seriously…blown it by throwing myself at him and kissing that pout right off his lips. I warned him that my mind always goes straight to the gutter. It isn’t my fault he ignored me.
I heard his light steps following me into the kitchen. Pulling the chopped ham, butter, and bread from my fridge, I quickly and efficiently made myself a sandwich. I pulled a plate out and cut the sandwich in half, debating the presence of chips in my meal. All the while, he’d been standing in the doorway watching me move around. I knew on an intellectual level that this should have creeped me out, but I actually kind of liked the attention.
Deeming my meal finished, I turned to find Jasper already seated at the table, his eyes penitent. Smiling, I took my bounty with me and sat across from him. Taking a bite of sandwich to please me as much as him, I waited for him to speak.
“I have to say that you never cease to amaze me, my little soldier. That sneak attack from you was sheer brilliance. I also have to say that I completely deserved it. It was rude of me, and I’m sorry.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.
“You should know that I was done being pissed at you the second the pillow hit your face. And it’s pretty much not my fault that my system makes funky noises. I’m human, deal with it. Are we good? Can we please stop talking about Sam’s most embarrassing moments?”
At his nod, I relaxed and took another bite of my sandwich. Jasper patiently waited while I ate, keeping up a steady stream of one-sided conversation. As I half-heartedly listened, I thought of the past forty-eight hours. Two days ago, I never would have thought this was possible. I still can’t believe that he wants to be here. What is it about me that draws him? I can’t think of a single thing that would. He could—
My whole body jerked in reaction. My eyes snapped to his. I could see the anger in their depths.
“What are you thinking?”
Shit. Wrong answer. He exploded.
“Don’t lie! I know what you’re thinking because I can feel it. You’re feeling insignificant, ergo you’re feeling worthless. Have I not shown you that you aren’t? Hasn’t your mother, your brother, haven’t your friends?”
“Yes, but I don’t think—“
“That’s right, you don’t think. Damn you, Samantha! I love you. If you figure out that that makes you worth everything to me, then you find me. Until then, I’m out of here.”
He was gone faster than my brain could register. Holy shit! He loves me? He loves me! Oh my God, he just left! I have to stop him. I have to tell him I love him, too. I stood, running to my front door. I found it wide open after Jasper’s exit with no sign of him beyond it. I guess I wasn’t worth enough to wait around for. He couldn’t even wait five seconds for me to respond. I don’t care. I have to talk to him now.
I ran back into my living room, slamming the front door behind me. Seeing my cell phone on the end table, I lunged for it, dialing his cell as fast as I could. When I got his voice mail, I cursed and waited through the impersonal message. When I heard the beep, my own spew of word vomit came rushing out of my mouth.
“Jasper, it’s me, please call me back. I’m sorry. Please, we have to talk. Call me when you get this. I love you.”
I disconnected the call, tossing the phone onto the couch. All that could be done now was to wait. I hated that, but there wasn’t anything for it. I crawled to the sofa and pulled myself onto it, clutching the phone in my hand. The last thing I remember before the blackness of sleep took over was staring at that damn phone, waiting for it ring.
How can she still feel like she isn’t worth anything? Haven’t I shown her that she is worth more than I can say? I LOVE her, for crying out loud. How much more worth while can someone be? My phone started ringing in the console where I’d tossed it. It was her cell phone. I can’t face her right now. She can leave a message.
A few seconds later, I heard the beep telling me that she had done just that. I was determined to not listen to it. But, after about thirty seconds, I found myself reaching over and dialing into my inbox before I could stop myself. Oh, well, I’m already part way there…stopping now would be a waste. I put my pass code in and listened to her frantic voice.
“Jasper, it’s me, please call me back. I’m sorry. Please, we have to talk—“
I hung up the phone in anger. I refused to let her get to me. When I’d told her that she could sell ice to an Eskimo, I knew I was lying. I knew that she could get me to do anything she asked just by looking at me. If I talked to her, I’d cave. So, if she wanted to talk, she’d have to come find me. I was finished being the adult.