I'm back everyone! Now, I didn't exactly get 30 reviews but I figured since you are all so awesome that I would update anyway :D This chapter is especially for Xavier Willow who is more than I can ask for for a friend. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer:Twilight isn't mine but Jasper and Edward are.

My heart was beating a mile a minute. Oh my fucking god he knows. I felt like I couldn't breathe and I was sure I was going to pass out pretty soon. Oh fuck. Every part of me was panicking. There was no fucking way that this could end well.

"Jasper calm down," Emmett told me. How the fuck was I supposed to calm down? But I did. I tried to control my breathing and my heart. I finally got a fucking grip on myself and managed to choke out a question.

"How do you know?" I asked him. We couldn't possibly be that fucking obvious. We were careful. Very careful. Emmett sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Edward acts different with you. I've noticed that since you've been sitting with us. He's a little shyer with you than he is with us. And Edward is never shy. Then there was the last time he was drunk and hearing the things that he said. And then now…..it seems like you're way more than just friends," he stopped for a minute and I tried to keep myself from freaking out even more. "And also Mike was saying some shit about you and Edward fucking blew up in his face. Mike's a douche anyway but the way Edward acted….it was very protective. So you're really together?" he asked. Oh fuck. There really was no denying it was there. I nodded. Worry was taking over my entire body.

"So you're okay with…us?" I asked.

"Well yeah…..actually, and don't you dare tell anyone this, I think you two being together is fucking hot as hell," he smiled. What the hell? I felt myself smile a little bit. "And I won't tell anyone about you two. I promise." I felt some of the anxiety leave me and I sighed. He wasn't going to tell anyone. We were okay. I smiled a little bit to myself.

"Thank you," I told him.

"Please don't thank me," he shook his head. "But I'm here for the both of you. Whenever you need me." I really fucking wanted to hug him so badly at that moment. But then Edward started screaming again. Well it was more like moaning.

"Jasper, please! I fucking need you," he said loudly from the bedroom. Emmett smirked at me and I blushed.

"Maybe you should go help your boy out in there," he said suggestively and my face turned even redder.

"It's not like that…I mean we haven't even-" Emmett held up his hands to stop me.

"I get it okay," he laughed. "But you should be with him right now. I don't even know how he fucking got drunk in the first place."

"Mike fucking spiked it," I growled. I watched Emmett's frown and his eyes turned angry.

"You know what, I actually have something to take care of, Jasper. I'll lock the door on my way out," he walked passed me and smirked before he went downstairs. He was probably going to have some words with Mike. I fucking hoped he used his fists too. I walked back into Edward's room and closed the door. He was sprawled out on the bed and staring at me.

I walked over to him and started pulling off his shoes.

"Are you going to touch me again baby?" he asked. I felt myself harden at his words. No. We weren't going to do that while he was drunk. I wanted him to be fully conscious when I made him cum again.

"No, sweetie," I said softly and he pouted. He was clumsy and could hardly yank down his jeans so I helped him. My hand grazed the bulge in his boxers and he moaned. Fuck, he was so damn hard. I swallowed and pulled off his shirt. His green eyes were darkened when he focused back on me.

"Want you so fucking bad. Think about you all the damn time," he said as he palmed himself and bucked into my hand. He looked so fucking sexy that I almost gave in. Almost.

I took off my jeans and shirt while he watched. His eyes were focused on me despite how trashed he was. "So fucking sexy, baby," he moaned and his hand moved even faster. What was with him calling me baby? I kind of liked him calling me that. I kicked our pile of clothes into a corner and jumped into bed with him. He turned around so that way he was facing me. "You're so pretty, Jasper. I wish I could be good enough for you," he murmured. His words made me ache. I pulled him to me and he buried his head in my chest. Did he really think that he wasn't good enough for me because he was completely wrong? He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He turned but he was still pressed closed to me.

He reached back and pulled my arm over him and so I scooted even closer to him. He murmured something unintelligible and relaxed. I held him as he drifted to sleep. Even though I was more than comfortable holding him in my arms, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about all of the disasters that had happened that night. Going to that party was a fucking joke. If that's all being a teenager meant then I didn't want any part of it. And seeing Edward drunk for the second time was way worse than the first. He didn't even want to get drunk and Mike had to go and spike his drink. It was all so fucking unbelievable. And then there was Emmett. But I was actually glad that he knew because then I could go and talk to him about Edward. It was kind of hard keeping everything locked in like I had.

Edward stirred in his sleep and I heard him whisper my name. I snuggled into his back and I heard him sigh. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to find me.

I was awake for a long time before Edward even moved. He groaned and I felt him stretch away from me. He rubbed his eyes and I knew he must have been having a bad headache.

"What the hell happened? Why do I feel hungover?" he asked. His voice was gruff. I didn't say anything. Suddenly the covers were being ripped off and he was running out of the room. I heard the bathroom door close before I could even ask what was wrong. I got up and walked across the room to the bathroom door. I could hear him getting sick in there.

"Edward?" I asked him. I tried to open the door but it was locked. Fuck. I wanted to help him so badly. But he wouldn't let me in, not even when I begged. I gave up and sat on his bed. He had to come out sometime and I would wait for as long as it took.

He came out a few minutes later. His face was red and he wouldn't even look at me. I thought that maybe he was just embraced but when I looked at him closer I saw tears. They were streaming endlessly down his cheeks even though he wasn't making a sound. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach when I saw him. It was like someone had just stuck a knife through my stomach. And I was just fucking sitting there watching him cry and fall apart in front of me. I was a fucking idiot.

"Edward, what's wrong?" my voice cracked and a desperate sob came from him. It was like he had no strength to hold himself up anymore. He slid to the floor and brought his knees up to his chest. I jumped off the bed and crawled up to him on the floor. He looked so broken that it was unbearable to see. I reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder.

Edward looked up at me and I swear I could hear my own heart break. His eyes were swollen and tears were still coming out of them. "How can you even touch me? I'm a monster," I tried to tell him no but he just kept talking. "I'm just like everyone else that's hurt you. I'm even worse than they are because you fucking trusted me. I didn't want to fucking be like them, but I guess I am." I was speechless. How could he fucking blame himself so easily? All I wanted to do was tell him what really happened and that he could never be like them. But he cut me off first and asked the question that I never wanted to hear. "So are you breaking up with me now?" his voice was calm but his eyes were sad and devastated.

"No! Edward, you don't fucking understand," I was mad and I tried to get myself together. "Mike fucking spiked your punch, Edward. It wasn't your fault," I told him but he was staring into his lap. I jerked his chin up so that way he was looking at me. "You will never be like them. Ever. I don't want to hear you say anything like that again, okay?" I asked him. He nodded and another tear slipped out. I caught it with my thumb and he closed his eyes. "Something else happened last night too," I said. He was immediately tense again. "Emmett knows about us." His eyes were scared and they searched mine. "But he said he isn't going to tell anybody. And he thinks that we're hot together," I smirked at the end. Edward's lips lifted into a small smile.

"Really? He knows?" he asked. I nodded and he sighed. He still looked a little bit upset and I was going to do everything in my power to change that. I leaned closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His knees lowered and I was able to move even closer. His arms wrapped tightly around me and I tucked my face into his neck. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry," he kept repeating in my ear. It was starting to annoy me.

"It wasn't your fault, Edward. What you did was actually really sweet," I whispered against him. I felt him sigh and relax his hold a bit on me. I held him and stroked his hair. I felt him calming down and I felt better. I never expected him to react this way. He tried so hard to be everything for me. I was falling for him. I was falling for him so hard.

I glanced at the clock. It was almost time for me to go and I felt myself sadden at the thought of leaving. I wanted to stay here with him. I wanted to hold him forever. But I had to go back home and there was no fucking escaping that.

"I have to go soon," I whispered against him.

"I know," he sighed and pulled away from me. He went and pulled out some clothes and went in his bathroom. I didn't want this perfect weekend to end. Well, almost perfect except for a few minor things. But the good weighed out the bad by far. Edward and I were boyfriends and he had taken me out on the best date of my entire life. Nothing could ever beat that. I smiled like an idiot just thinking about it.

But I couldn't possibly leave with Edward so upset. It wasn't right. Especially after everything he's done for me.

As soon as Edward came back into the room I went over and wrapped my arms around his neck. He seemed better after talking but I could still sense some wariness from him.

"So…I was wondering about something?" I raised my voice in a question but I smirked at him playfully. He smiled a little and blushed.

"And what was that?" he asked softly.

"Well since you took me on the best date of my entire life….." I trailed off to see him smile brightly. "I just wanted to know if it would be okay if I took you out sometime." I felt a little nervous asking him. I knew that he wasn't going to say anything bad though.

"You don't have to," he protested. Okay, this was seriously starting to get annoying.

"I fucking know that Edward. I want to. Please stop fucking doubting yourself. I want you Edward, believe me. We're in this together and we're going to make mistakes along the way. But don't keep blaming yourself for everything," I told him. His mouth dropped open in shock. But then his lips pulled up into a smile.

"Okay." I sighed. "So where are you taking me?" he asked. Oh crap….hadn't really thought that far yet.

"I'll let you know, okay," I suggested. He nodded and pulled me closer to him. His lips touched mine and I felt myself getting lost in him. I poured everything in that fucking kiss. I wanted him to feel better and know how much he really meant to me. But it was time to go….

The ride home was mostly silent. We were both reluctant to let this end.

"I'll call you tonight," Edward said after kissing me. We were sitting in the alley behind my house. I was making up every excuse I could think of so I wouldn't have to get out of his car. I smiled at him and told him I couldn't wait. I walked away from the car and I could feel him watching me. I couldn't turn around though and see the sadness that I knew would be in his eyes. But life was full of things that I didn't want to do.

I opened the door and no one was awake as usual. I walked passed the living room but there was someone sitting on the couch. It was the blonde man I had seen a few weeks ago, the one that caught me coming in the house.

"Caught you again," the blonde man smirked. It made me mad that he thought he was someone who could get me in trouble. It wasn't fucking happening.

"Shut the fuck up. This is my house and it isn't any of your business where I go. Tell my mom, I don't fucking care. She already knows I was gone." The blonde man just smirked and that made me furious.

"What?" I growled at him. Why the fuck was he smirking? This was my house and he didn't belong here.

"Nothing," he said and walked past me walking out the front door. I hated having these random people in my house. Why couldn't my mom or Peter just send them home? I sighed and walked to my room. They probably wouldn't be up until this evening. Maybe I could get some sleep since my mind was running in circles last night. I collapsed on my bed and closed my eyes.

Sleep didn't find me like I hoped it would. My dreams were all about Edward but most of them weren't good. I kept dreaming that he outed me at the party and called me a fag. It was awful. But I knew Edward would never do that. We were together. I smiled at the thought.

My stomach rumbled so I ambled out of my room to the kitchen.

"Food's in the oven, sweetie," my mom called from the living room. I glanced to see her and Peter watching T.V. It was so normal that it was almost scary. I opened the oven to see tacos. A smile burst out on my face remembering Edward's date. Edward….. I missed him so fucking much and it had only been a couple of hours. I was so fucking pathetic. He'll call tonight, I told myself. But I wanted to see him so badly. He was like an addiction to me.

I went out and sat in the living room.

"How was your sleepover, sweetie?" my mom asked. I groaned.

"It wasn't a sleepover," I protested. She smiled and she looked so much like she used to be that I almost cried. But I didn't. It was so fucking nice to be with my mom without her high or drunk. I felt like we were a family. I glanced over at Peter and he wasn't even drunk. I realized that I hadn't really talked to either of them since that fight at Wal-Mart. This was perfectly okay though. It was so nice and unexpected. I settled in to watch t.v feeling better than I had in a long time.

We had only gotten through half an hour of t.v when Demetri came into the house.

"Jasper, can I talk to you?" he asked. He was very upset and I was immediately worried. I nodded and got up from my seat on the couch. Before I followed Demetri I walked over to my mom and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around me and I felt like a little kid again.

"I love you, mom," I told her. I hadn't told her that in a long time. Hell, I hadn't seen her sober in a long time.

"I love you too, sweetie," she said as I pulled away. I could never hate my mom. The things she did I hated but I would always love her no matter what. I just wished I told her I loved her more often.

I followed Demetri to my room and closed the door. This must be serious. I sat on my bed as he paced my room.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He shook his head but I knew that he was trying to find the words to tell me.

"Jane," I frowned. What was wrong with Jane? "She's scared about having the baby and she's pushing me away. I don't fucking know what to do. The more I try to be there for her the more angry she gets," he shook his head. "I want this baby, Jasper. I want this baby more than I have ever wanted anything."

I hated seeing him so distressed. He was supposed to be the strong one, not me. I didn't know how to comfort him. I wanted to tell him that everything would be okay but that was probably the biggest lie I could ever say.

"Maybe you should just give her some time," I suggested. That was all I really had for advice. I was sixteen and I wasn't having a kid so it was a little hard to really comprehend what he was going through. He nodded and sat on the bed with me.

"She doesn't think that we'll make it. Just me her and the baby. I know we can though." He said as he glared at the floor. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and he sighed. "I want to name it after you Jasper," he told me. He wanted to name it after me? That was…so unbelievable.

"Why the hell would you do that?" I asked.

"Because you always manage to be strong through everything," he sighed. If only he really knew how pathetic I really was. How I couldn't trust anyone. How I was possibly falling in love with a boy. How much that scared me.

I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him about Edward, the date, everything. I needed to get it out and tell someone. I could trust him. I opened my mouth to pour everything out to him but there was a knock on the window.

I was instantly paralyzed with fear. The only one who had been coming through the window lately was Edward. I didn't want Demetri to meet him like this. Demetri raised his eyebrows at me. Fuck.

"Will you open the damn window already!" It wasn't Edward's voice. It was Alice's. I felt myself breathe in relief. Maybe I wasn't exactly ready to explain everything to Demetri.

"Jasper! I know you're in there!" Alice yelled from outside.

"Sneaking girls in through the window. I taught you well," Demetri smirked suddenly himself again.

"Shut up," I said as I let Alice in. I helped her in through the window. She was huffing and puffing by the time I had the window shut and she was standing in my room.

"Hi, Demetri," she said softly.

"Long time, no see," he told her. "Well, have fun kids. Behave," he wiggled his eyebrows as he left. Alice laughed a little and I glared at her. She was quiet in an instant. This was a serious non-laughing matter. I wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

"You know, I've been calling you right? You promised that you would talk to me," she complained. I felt my head throb. This wasn't going to be fun.

"You're here now so talk," I said gruffly. I went and sat on my bed again leaving Alice standing there. She started fidgeting nervously but I didn't feel bad for her.

"I'm really sorry, Jasper." I wanted to scoff. No matter how many times she told me that I wouldn't believe her. I felt myself getting angry. The words started spilling out of me instantly.

"You're sorry?" I spat. "Do you even know what you said to me that night?" I asked. No answer from her. "You told me that you couldn't take my brooding and that I was fucking fragile. Then you went and said that James was the better fuck? How the hell am I supposed to forgive you for that? I thought I fucking loved you Alice…and that's what you did to me." I was devastated and angry by the end of my rant. I just wanted her to leave me alone. No, I just wanted to forget about her altogether.

"I was drunk, Jazzy. I didn't know what I was saying. I hurt you and I'm so sorry. I love you Jasper and I made a big mistake and I want to fix it." Alice's brown eyes were full of tears and I could feel part of me giving in. But I fucking couldn't. I couldn't forgive someone for cheating on me. I mean, I possibly could but I was never going to be with that person again. She came closer to me and wrapped her arms around me. I wanted to pull away from her but she was upset. I was looking over her shoulder when I saw him in the window.

Edward's face was devastating. I shook my head to tell him that it wasn't really what it looked like. He was gone in a couple of seconds and I felt my heart drop.

"Alice," I said softly pushing her away by her shoulders. "I don't think that we can be together again." She started crying again but I couldn't feel bad about it. My mind was on Edward and where he went.

"I'm sorry Jazzy. I'm still going to try. I'm going to prove you wrong. I promise," she sniffled and climbed back out of my window. Maybe Edward would come back after she left.

I waited and waited. A couple minutes passed and nothing happened. I wished I hadn't had promised her anything. She was always screwing things up. I sat back down and put my head in my hands. Everything was just so fucking complicated.

Tap. Tap. Tap. My heart fucking went ballistic when I saw Edward standing there. I threw open the window clumsy in my haste to let him in. Edward was fucking shivering like crazy. How long had he been standing out there?

As soon as he was inside the room I pulled him in close to me. He was shivering against me and I wrapped my arms tight around him.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. He normally didn't just show up like this. I mean, I totally fucking loved it but it was unusual. I was also avoiding talking about what he had seen with Alice although I was going to tell him about that anyway. I wasn't about to keep anything from him.

"I missed you," he murmured into my neck. I felt my heart flip. Was he missing me as much as I was missing him?
"I missed you too," I sighed. I was so fucking whipped. We stood there holding each other for who knows how long. His shivers stopped and he lightly kissed my ear before pulling away. I laced my fingers through his and we sat cross-legged on my bed. There was a noticeable tension in the air. I knew what was causing that tension too. "At the party I promised Alice that I would talk to her. I didn't know that she was going to show up here." His green eyes were almost emotionless. "She's still set on getting back together," I told him and I watched him grow even more tense. Did he really think that I wanted to get back together with her? After what she did to me? " I told her no. But she fucking insists on trying. Edward let out a sigh but he wasn't looking at me. I just let my words hang in the air.

"I can't say that I'm not jealous," he admitted.

"Why?" I snapped. Why the fuck would he be jealous? Especially of her. He just shrugged and didn't say anything. I let a breath go to steady myself. I didn't want to fight with him over something as stupid as this. "Don't be jealous, Edward. I'm with you. That means so much more than whatever the fuck she and I had," I told him. He lifted his eyes to look at me. It was like someone took a broom and swept all of the tension out the door. He smiled a little bit and I sat up on my knees to hug him. His head found it's way to my shoulder and I ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm so fucking stupid," he said into my shirt. He pulled away to look up at me. "It's just when I saw you with her it just hurt so fucking much."

"Sorry." I told him and he shook his head. I pulled away from him and leaned back against my pillows. He leaned against me with his head on my stomach. My fingers automatically went to his hair like they always did. It felt so good just to hold him. I had missed him so much…but that didn't seem to matter as he was here now.

We lay there and I stared at the ceiling. I was almost as content as I could possibly be. It was nice just to spend time with him like this.

"Do you ever notice the differences with me?" he asked as his fingers traced patterns on my stomach.

"What do you mean?"

"Like do you think it's weird dating a guy?" he asked me. I thought about it for a moment before I decided. It didn't feel weird to me. It felt like this was meant to be.

"No." It was the truth. I felt him sigh.

"Like sometimes I can't help thinking how it's so much different being with you than with a girl. You're so much stronger and less fragile than they are. You have fewer curves but you're so toned. And you don't have boobs," he laughed and I cracked a smile. "But you have this," he gently cupped my cock through my jeans and I felt myself harden. "I like how hard you get and how I'm the one to make you feel that way." I couldn't help but notice that he thought about the same things that I had. Of course I noticed those differences with him, it was fucking hard not to.

"I never thought I would be attracted to guy or even have a boyfriend," I admitted. Edward's fingers stopped tracing their mindless patterns on my stomach. I pulled his head up so I could look at him. His green eyes were so fucking bright that I could barely contain myself from kissing him. "I wouldn't change it for the fucking world," I told him. His lips pulled into the brightest smile before he kissed me. It was one of those soft kisses, not the wild passionate ones. He pulled away and moved so that way we were both leaning against the pillows.

He grabbed my hand and began tracing patterns on it just like he did with my stomach. It seemed like he just wanted to be touching me. It was perfectly okay with me. Even the littlest brush of his fingers against my palm sent shivers running through me. The way he fucking affected me…

But he fucking affected me emotionally too. Just thinking about that morning made me smile. The way he wanted to protect me; it was so sweet. I had never met someone who tried harder than he was to me. I was so lost in thought that I didn't know that Edward was talking to me until he pushed my shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me. I bit my lip. Should I fucking tell him? I didn't want to upset him. He stared at me as he waited for my answer.

"This morning," I admitted quietly. His eyes hardened just the tiniest bit and he gripped my hand.

"I didn't mean to act like that this morning. I was just so scared when I woke up and I didn't remember anything. I was scared of what I did, scared that I let you down. But I realized this afternoon that I'm going to fuck up no matter what. There's really no stopping it but I'm going to try," he told me. I felt so fucking touched by what he said that my eyes were watering.

"That's what a relationship. You're my boyfriend and we're in it together," I told him as I entwined my fingers with his. Edward's eyes were just as glossy as mine were. Then his lips lifted into a smirk.

"I really love when you call me your boyfriend." His smirk grew even wider as I felt my face flush. "And I really fucking love that blush too." Hips lips were on mine. He was being so soft and careful with me that it was almost too sweet. He pulled away abruptly with this worried look on his face.

"What?" I asked him as I rested my hand on his neck. I watched him bite his lip and all I wanted to do was fucking kiss him again.

"Can I spend the night here? I'll leave early so that way we won't get caught…" he said quickly and bit his lip again. I nodded furiously and pressed my lips against his. I could feel him smile against me and I felt like I was flying. Everything always felt so good with him.

We went to bed soon after that. Edward stripped to his boxers and I put on a pair of pajama pants. I turned off the light and we crawled into bed. Edward spooned me and I felt so little and comfortable against him. He wrapped an arm around me and snuggled into my back. I was so overcome with emotion that the words just came out.

"You make me feel so protected, so cared for. You're such a good boyfriend," I murmured softly. He kissed the side of my neck. It didn't feel like he was trying to turn me on even though he knew that kissing my neck would do that in an instant. No, it felt like something else. I turned around so I could face him. His green eyes were glassy like he was trying to hold back tears. I kissed him softly and let my lips linger on his.

"Thank you," his words broke and I kissed him again before turning back around. I leaned back against him and he held me tightly. I really liked being the little spoon. I was so warm, so comfortable. I felt so good.

When I woke in the morning Edward was gone of course. I felt a little disappointed that he had to leave. My arm found it's way to where he was lying last night. There was a piece of paper folded on the bed.

See you at school. Your boyfriend, Edward.

There was even a little heart by his name. It was all crooked and not at all like the hearts girls would make. I think that I laughed for like ten minutes looking at it. It was just so fucking Edward. I was still smiling and laughing to myself as I rode to school on the bus.

Some kid gave me a weird look across the aisle but I just smiled wider and looked out the window. I was too fucking happy to care what other people thought right then.

I practically ran off the bus and into the school in my haste to see Edward. I found him waiting for me by my locker. I smiled brightly and I felt my stomach fill with butterflies as he returned my smile. I was such a fucking girl. I put my coat in my locker and grabbed the books that I needed. Edward was looking so fucking hot leaning there against the lockers that I had to stop myself from kissing him. I was almost ready to pull him into the bathroom when Emmett walked past us.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I watched Edward's face turn three shades darker. I burst out laughing and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Oh, c'mon," I teased him. He just pouted some more. Then he smiled at me softy.

"I gotta go, baby," I told him.

"Baby?" he teased.

"Yeah, you kept calling me that Saturday night," I told him. His face darkened and not with a blush this time. That was not the right thing to say. "Forget I even said anything okay?" I asked him. I didn't want to dwell on Saturday anymore. It was over and there was no changing it. He nodded.

"I'll see you at lunch." He sighed as he walked away. He was never going to forgive himself for what happened. Even though it wasn't even his fault. Fucking Mike….Mike. I wondered if Emmett did something. I sure in the hell hoped he did. But that made me think about seeing all of them at lunch and what would fucking happen. It was bound to happen anyway.

First hour was fine. Everyone was still tired so it was pretty boring. Second hour was a different story. Mr. Molina was giving us English projects to do. We had to pick a famous author and write about them and also criticize one of their major works. Then we had to do a presentation the following Monday. And even worse than doing the project was that we had to do it with partners. Partners he was picking.

I normally didn't like partners to begin with. I didn't really talk to many people in the class so it was always awkward being paired up with someone. I liked to do things myself.

I was thinking about that when Mr. Molina called my name. "Jasper you're with Jacob." He called. Jacob was my partner for the project? Maybe this wouldn't totally suck. Jacob seemed nice, maybe even a little shy. He made his way over to my desk and sat down in the desk next to me.

"Hi, Jasper," he said quietly.

"Hey," I smiled at him. Maybe he was a little too shy. "So do you have any ideas about who we should do the project on?" I asked him.

"No. You?" he asked. I shook my head. I loved to read but I hadn't had time to read any good books recently.

"Hmmm…" Jacob tapped his pen against his lips as he thought. It distracted me from my thinking as I stared at his lips. They were so full and pink. What the hell? I wasn't supposed to be thinking about him like that! He was straight and I had a boyfriend for fuck's sake. "I know!" he said loudly.

"What?" I asked him. Anything he thought of would probably be good enough.

"That one Twilight book that everyone's been going nuts about!" he smiled wildly.

"I haven't read that one," I admitted. His face fell and he bit his lip. "We can still do it though. Who's the author?" I asked him. He looked at me hesitantly.

"Stephenie Meyer." I nodded. I'd heard of her before.

"So we only have a week to do this. Do you want to meet after school?" I asked him.

"Yeah. We're going to have a lot to do. After school sounds great. Do you want to start today?" he asked. His brown eyes studied the desktop.

"Sure," I told him and he smiled again. It was so fucking easy to please Jacob.

"Is my house okay?" he asked. I nodded. "We can just walk there. It isn't too far." I nodded again. My mom wouldn't mind and I would explain when I got home. If she wasn't drunk. The bell rang and second hour was over.

I crammed my stuff in my bag as fast as possible. I didn't want to waste any of the thirty minutes that Edward and I had together. I made my way downstairs in record time.

I heard the shouts before I even reached the cafeteria.

"What the hell were you fucking thinking?" Edward yelled at Mike. As I walked closer I could see that Mike's face was fucking bruised. Good, that bastard deserved it.

"Why are you being such a pussy? Since when do you not drink at parties?" Mike countered.

"It's none of your goddamn business if I choose to drink!" Edward spat. Mike smirked and I saw Edward make a lunge at him. Emmett held him back though. Tyler was standing behind Mike making sure that he wasn't going anywhere either. I walked up to Edward.

"Let's just get out of here, okay?" I asked him. His angry eyes were fixed on me until he cooled down. Emmett released him and we walked away.

"Walk away, pussy. Walk away!" Mike shouted after us.

"Just ignore them," I told Edward and he nodded. We walked out of the building and no one stopped us. We walked to his car and got in.

I let Edward take a few minutes to breathe so that way he could calm down. He didn't say anything as he started the car and starting driving.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked. I shrugged. Whatever was good with him was good with me. He pulled up to a Taco Bell and I fucking snorted.

We both ordered some food and sat down at a table.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there. I was just so fucking pissed off," he said. He was much calmer now and I was happy.

"It's okay," I said. He smiled and he reached for my hand over the table. Immediately both of our eyes searched the restaurant looking for anyone we knew. No one. I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed fully.

"So do you want to just skip the rest of the day?" he asked me. I really fucking wanted to do just that. It would be so much better than going back to school.

"I can't," I sighed.

"Why?" he frowned.

"I have to meet Jacob so we can start on our project. It's due next week and we have a ton of work to do."

"That sucks," his eyes dropped." I probably won't get to see you much will I?" he asked.

"You could always come over at night. I mean only if you want to." Why was I so fucking nervous asking him to stay the night? He was my fucking boyfriend and I could ask him to stay the night. Couldn't I?

"You really like when I come over?" his green eyes smiled. I nodded. "Me too. I actually sleep a lot better with you," he admitted. I smiled and looked away. If only he knew how much I slept better with him. I finished eating my food while I snuck glances at him. I tried not to groan as I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "I guess I should get you back huh?" he smiled sadly. I nodded. He grabbed my hand as we left and got back in the car.

We were late getting back to school. We had to practically run to get to class on time. I didn't even get to kiss him. I wanted to so badly. It would have to wait. Sixth hour came when I got to see him again but we couldn't even talk there. The teacher kept going on and on with his lecture. I kept glancing over at Edward to see his eyes on me. Just having his eyes on me was a thrill especially in a room full of our classmates. But I really wanted to spend more time together and that was almost an impossibility now.

The bell rang signaling the end of school.

"I'll call you tonight," he promised. I really wanted to fucking kiss him but I couldn't. I knew he wanted to so the same. His eyes kept darting to my lips before he went out the door. I sighed.

Jacob was waiting for me outside and we walked to his house. He seemed to get even more shy when we were alone. I tried to make conversation with him but he was being too quiet. We ended up doing research on our author, getting her background information and such. It was so fucking awkward and tense that it was hard to concentrate on what I was reading.

It went on for around two hours before I said I had to head home. His mom gave me a ride while she asked me questions. She told me that Jacob was super shy and it was hard for him to talk to people. She suggested that I give him some time to get used to me. It made sense, I guess. But we needed to get the project done and we couldn't exactly do that if he couldn't talk to me.

So I went home frustrated and tired. I had to explain to my mom where I was and where I would be the rest of the week. She was too drunk to even understand the words I was saying. I was so exhausted that all I wanted to do was take a shower and sleep. And talk to Edward.

After I was clean I jumped in bed. Edward called before I could fall asleep. I could barely hold a conversation with him because I was so out of it.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so tired," I told him.

"It's okay, Jasper." I wanted to tell him that I wished he were there. I wanted him to spoon me and run his hands through my hair so I could fall asleep. I just wanted to be with him. "Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow," he said quietly. We said our goodnights and I was out in no time.

No cliffhanger! Yay! Well since I updated today the next update might not be for three weeks :( So that way I'll be back to updating TLOT and WTR everyother weekends. But we will see...I just might post early. You never know :D

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.Me