A/N: Well hello! I am so sorry about not updating sooner but I have been ridiculously busy with exams and getting a new job etc. This chapter probably isn't as well edited as I'd hoped but I really wanted to post it!

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BPOV

I woke from a dreamless sleep, feeling completely rested, as if I'd been asleep for centuries. My anger from last night had dissipated considerably; I had a clear mind and was able to think rationally about Jasper. Perhaps I had overreacted a bit, and should give him a chance.

It was a lovely day. Louis offered to drive me in his Ute so I was able to stare out the window and appreciate the blue of the sky in contrast with the green of the fields. I found myself thinking of Jasper and what I would say to him.

My first lessons breezed by in the blink of an eye until I ended up outside of the Maths room. Walking through the hallways, I drowned out the sound of other students gossiping, saying lies about me. I used to lie in bed and cut myself from the things they said, but over time I learnt to ignore them. Jasper was in my seat once again, smirking at me. Instead of blowing him off like I usually would, I headed for the seat next to him. His expression changed as he cocked his head to one side, staring at me quizzically. He was utterly adorable. I pretended not to be affected by his gorgeous features and took the seat next to him.

"Hey?" He asked, visibly bewildered.

"Hi," I replied, ignoring his confusion. We sat there for the remainder of the lesson in silence, but I was sure I felt a change in the air between us; I felt drawn to him. I wondered if he felt it too.

The lesson ended and Jasper got up to leave. I don't know what I was thinking, but out of nowhere I blurted out, "I need a hand on the assignment." Oh, my God, do I have no shame? I'd practically completed the assignment far beyond the expectations of Mr Scanlon; I certainly did not need help.

That now-familiar egotistical smile played on his lips. "Knew you would, your place at 6?"

JPOV

We weren't touching but I could feel her, as if there was something between us, connecting us in an invisible bond, a magnetic field drawing me to her. It was impossible to concentrate. I noticed a small bandage covering her hand, and was going to ask her about it when the bell rang. She'd asked for help on the assignment. I knew she couldn't resist me, I thought, smiling to myself.

The rest of the day flew by quickly enough and before I knew it, I was in the car park waiting for Alice. I spotted Bella from across the lot, with a guy who looked related to her. He said something and she laughed, but it didn't reach her eyes. Then she caught my eye and her smile vanished. We stayed that way for what seemed like minutes, but was only a split second, and then she was gone.

I changed my clothes into something more casual, my nicest trackies, a blue Abercrombie and Fitch hoodie, and black leather Converse. I felt a twinge of nervousness as I rode my red Yamaha R6 along the winding roads to her house, but quickly pushed it to the back of my mind. There were no cars in the driveway, so I assumed she was the only one home.

I knocked on the door and a few seconds later I was graced with the presence of the beautiful, and yet temperamental Bella Swan.

"Why hello there," I flashed her my charming smile. She was wearing trackies and a long-sleeved shirt that clung to her body and odd socks. I must say, she looked cute.

She looked me up and down and swallowed, then looked past me, focusing on the bike. "You ride?"

"Yep, she's my pride and joy. The love of my life," I replied proudly.

She cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me and turned, leading me to a small living area with a tiny wooden table, where her work books lay open. She sat and I sat next to her, and looked into her dark eyes.

"So, what do you need help with?" I asked.

"Just the second section, the proofs," Bella replied, looking at her work.

"Can I see what you've done so far?"

"No."

"Alrighty, then… well I'll show you where to get started in proving the theorems and we'll see how you go." I wrote down the beginnings of each proof, noticing how interested she looked. I felt that same charge between us, it was enticing

"Wait, you made a mistake," she interrupted suddenly.

"What? Where?"

"There." She pointed to an error in the equation that I really didn't expect someone who is struggling to pick up on. Perhaps she wasn't as dumb as she appears…

I frowned at her, puzzled. She just shrugged, "Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, biscuits?"

"Coffee, thanks, milk, no sugar," I gave her a quick smile.

As she hopped up, she stumbled on what appeared to be her own feet, and grabbed my arm to stabilize herself. A shock ran through my arm to the tips of my fingers and sent a shiver down my spine. My eyes locked on hers and by the look on her face, she felt it too.

A moment passed, then I remembered who I was, "Are you okay?" I teased her, hiding my concern.

She shook out of the daze, letting go of my arm, then strode towards the homely kitchen. I felt a strange sense of loss without her touching me; it was disturbing to say the least.

Bella was taking her sweet time, so I decided to go and see what was taking so long.

Her back was facing me and what a fine sight it was; she was struggling with something on the coffee machine.

BPOV

The damn milk wasn't frothing properly, it was so freaking frustrating; Jasper was probably wondering what was taking so long.

I sensed him behind me and before I knew it, his arm reached in front of me and grabbed the metal container, "Here, I'll do it," his voice was soft and gentle but I wasn't going to let him undermine me.

"No, I can do it—," in an attempt to snatch back the jug, the boiling milk poured all over him and I, burning the skin under my thin shirt.

"Fuck! Why do you always have to try and make me feel so useless all the time?!" I shouted at him.

"Hey, screw you! I was only trying to help. Jeez, you can be such a fucking bitch! Fuck this stuff is hot!" He glowered back at me before pulling off his shirt to reveal a wonderful sight to behold. Rock hard abs, perfectly shaped V leading to his low strung trackies. He looked so much better shirtless. Then I remembered how angry I was and how hot my skin was burning. Going topless didn't seem like such a bad idea now. My furiousness made me completely irrational and soon enough I was standing there with just a bra on, in front of the sexiest man I had ever met. The coolness from the air was a relief.

The look in his eyes changed slightly as they travelled down to my chest. They still held the fire in them, but there was something else, hunger. Something deep in my body stirred and as his stunning blue eyes locked with mine, I knew there was no resisting him. I noticed a small tattoo on his chest but before I could work out what it was, the gap between us was closed and his lips found mine immediately. He pressed me against the cupboards as my hands found his unruly hair. His tongue slipped between my lips and I eagerly granted him access, meeting his with mine just as keenly. He moaned and ground his hips into mine so I could feel his erection against my stomach. His hands searched all over my body, before one ended up on my neck and the other on my waist, squeezing with just the right pressure. I felt a throbbing begin between my thighs when he grabbed my hair, holding me in place. No.

-Flashback-

From behind, He grasped my hair in his huge hand and yanked it back, making me cry out in pain. I was sure some hair was pulled out.

"Stop moving, slut."

-End-

Before I knew what I was doing, I shoved Jasper away from me as hard as I could. "Get the fuck off me, jackass!"

"What the fuck, Bella?!" He looked confused and hurt but none of that mattered. He made me feel the same as I'd felt that night and I knew I'd never forgive him for it.

I was shaking uncontrollably and tears threatened to spill over, "Get the fuck out of my house!" I screamed at him. I didn't recognise the sound that came from my mouth. It was filled with pure fear and hatred.

He stared at me for a moment, shocked, as if he was going to say something, then changed his mind, grabbing his books and shirt and without a glance back, slammed the door on the way out.

I dropped to the floor as the tears spilled over. Soon they were streaming down my cheeks as I sobbed and sobbed. I couldn't rid my mind of that man, I remembered every detail so vividly. That night replayed over and over in my head so clearly. I would never forget his face and I would never forget how he made me feel.

It felt like I'd sat there for hours, but when I looked at the clock, it'd only been 20 minutes. I heard Louis' car pull up, and knowing he would demand to know what happened, I dashed to my room and climbed into bed. I pretended to be asleep when he came in my room to check on me and the next minute I was being shaken awake by someone.

"Jas-?" I started, groggily.

"Bells, it's me, you were having a nightmare," As my eyes adjusted, I saw the concern etched on my brother's face.

"Was I?" then the dreams started to come back to me. A dark man standing over me, holding me still, not being able to move without being in excruciating pain. It was a relief to be awake, able to move freely.

"Yeah, you haven't had one that bad for months, what's going on?"

"I don't know. I'll be fine though, go back to sleep."

"…Okay," He hesitated, then left but not before giving me a hug. It really did help to know he cared for me so much. I glanced at my clock: 5am. There goes any chance of getting back to sleep. I lay there for a while, the events of last night coming back to me. I thought of Jasper kissing me with such passion made my face flush. I hadn't meant to snap, but he was the first guy since that night that I'd kissed and I all I could see where images of that night. Perhaps it was best if I didn't associate with him anymore.

In maths, I was early, and sat at the front once again. I kept my head down when he arrived, avoiding eye contact. The entire lesson I felt his eyes bearing into the back of my head.

A week later, the assignments were due and since I arrived before Jasper, I dropped my part on his desk before taking my now usual seat at the front. When it came to the end of the lesson and we had to hand up the assignments, he walked to the front and handed it to the teacher, not glancing my way once. He looked sincerely pissed off.