Revision 1.0

I'd like to thank my fans for being so supportive of my other two Twilight stories. Hope you like this one. It's a little Jasper/Bella fic that's full of the teen drama that seems to seep into every high school clique. Rated M for reasons! Enjoy.

Yeah I'm not Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter One - Mommy, Dress Me

It was the beginning of the end of summer. People were talking about their awesome summer in the Hampton's or the 'juiceheads' they slept with in Jersey fucking Shore. And yet, I sat in my room, alone, a full pint of cookie dough ice cream perched on my bedside table, while reminiscing about my time at band camp. Oh, the life of a socially awkward drum major.

Even though I was in the drum line, I was the coolest girl that's ever attended Forks High School. Okay, maybe the cookie-dough was getting to my head and making me loopy. Contrary to what I'd like to believe, I was not so popular, but in my defense, why would I want to be like those snotty rich kids? I was so good at being the local freak. Or at least that's what I kept telling myself every morning to get through the day.

I was just the average girl living in a small rainy town with a set of rather weird parents. My dad, Charlie, is turning thirty-five this year, and my mom, Renee, was floating on the edge of thirty-four. Yes, my parents were ridiculously young and it's all my dad's irresponsible, overly-boyish thought process. I was a prom baby. Very cliche. But according to my dad it was a "last hoorah" and also "very important" to my mother. He swore that she wept when it was all done.

I was going to turn sixteen in just a few months and in total I have had only one boyfriend. Yeah, it's pretty pathetic. I've only been kissed once and it was the worst kiss ever. The guy was Warren Stanford and he was like a human vacuum. No lie, he licked my teeth and almost bit my tongue off. Did I mention he had braces? Gross didn't even begin to cover it.

That's neither here nor there, however.

Today was the first day of my sophomore year and I was definitely not excited for this year. Especially since my summer was the best summer a girl could ever ask for. I mean, band camp was so epic! I don't understand why every single person dragged to that blissful haven complains about wasting weeks in the middle of a forest. Heavy sarcasm there.

A buzzing suddenly went off and my eyes flickered over to my phone. I set the spoonful of cookie dough in my mouth and stretched to grab my phone. I looked at the screen before answering, a smile spreading across my face when I read the caller ID.

"Hey bitch."

"Sup slut," I replied after removing the spoon from my mouth.

There was a slight rustling on the other line, but then she spoke. "Oh my gosh, Bella, you whore. You haven't even called me since the day you left for your dorky band camp."

"Haha Rosalie. I missed you, too."

"Seriously you missed out on so much. Emmett finally got his head out of his ass and came to me, begging on his knees for forgiveness. So I dumped that asshat Royce and got back with Em. I swear Bella, he's like a totally different person now. No more nonsensical fucking, which I do miss, but we're good now ," she said in one single breath. That girl could talk a mile a minute.

"Damn. Rosalie Hale and Emmett McCarty back together? What else did I miss?" I said, rolling my eyes because the fact that Rose and Em were back to kissing face wasn't anything new.

"That bitch Alice is all over Alec now. I don't really understand why cause my gaydar points that he's strutting the very thin line between Perez and Liberace. He's cool though, once you ignore his questionable association with Alice. Oh, and guess what I just found out? Jasper Whitlock is back on the market. I heard he dumped his girlfriend back in Texas this summer. Rumor is that he 'met' somebody. Just a nice way of saying he's a cheater…"

Even if I tried, I couldn't focus on what exactly Rose was saying. Memories were rushing to the forefront of my mind, and I entered a hazy tunnel within my thoughts.

Jasper Whitlock. The guy I've liked ever since I was in the seventh grade. It was those damn golden curls and those green eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. Or maybe it was his Texan accent that always snuck out when he talked to the opposite gender. Or maybe the fact that he was on both the varsity soccer and football teams. Oh and he could play the guitar and drums? Insert sigh.

It's sad really. I mean, it's depressing knowing that he was always gorgeous, even back in middle school, and now he was some ethereal god gracing my undeserving presence. Okay, Bella, focus.

It all started at band camp-I know it's cliche, but like I said, my whole existence emerged from a cliche. So bite me.

So I arrived at camp, drum sticks and heavy luggage in hand, just to find out that this whole camping thing was not mandatory, something my band advisor failed to mention. No, it was only for the nerds that wanted to start earning extra cred before school was even out.

So fuck my life, right? Wrong. It turned out that Jasper Whitlock was there, in the same camp, breathing the same pine-fresh air as me. He was in the drum line at Forks High, but I hardly ever saw him at practice. Jasper was so good at playing the drums that he didn't even have to show up to practice. Amazing, huh?

Anyway, I suffered for two months at that camp, staring at him during rehearsals, during bonfires, even while he ate. I didn't talk to him, or anybody else for that matter. The girls in my cabin didn't realize that I was also a girl, so needless to say that when I stripped they kept staring at my boobs.

"Holy shit, Becca! You have some nice tits." A pretty girl from the flute section exclaimed while pointing at my chest. That was embarrassing. So embarrassing that I had to resort to using baggy sweaters.

The camp directors threw a going away dinner on the last night and I was sitting by myself. I picked at my burger and decided to not even bother smiling at the people around me. I hated eating in front of people. The way they stare at me- you'd think I inhaled my food or some shit.

I got up, threw away my uneaten meal and made my way back to my cabin. I was halfway there when I was suddenly pulled into a deserted cabin. My lungs were ready to let out a scream that would travel to Japan, but once I saw who grabbed me, all oxygen left my body.

Jasper Whitlock was here. With me. In the same room. And he was staring at me with those pretty green eyes. I couldn't help but blush at his close proximity.

"Hey." His smile literally made me want to jump him…and I did.

I didn't feel bad about jumping him. Okay, honestly, I started feeling bad once he actually shoved his meat stick into me, a little too forcefully. He stopped his movements and looked down at me, shock clearly written all over his face. I guess my squeal was an obvious giveaway of my discomfort.

"You-you're a virgin?" he said with a hint of embarrassment and maybe regret.

I don't know why he was embarrassed. I mean, I was the one that was still a virgin. He was probably way more experienced than I would ever be. Girls practically scratched each others eyes out just to be next to him. I, on the other hand, well, Warren Stanford made me believe that licking teeth was the main qualification of a good kisser.

A sudden feeling had come over me, maybe it was pleasure or confidence or whatever, but I bit my lip. I grabbed at his curly hair that reached his chin and brought him closer to my face.

My voice was husky, a foreign whisper spewing from my mouth. "Correction. I was a virgin." And with that I kissed him with so much force that when he pulled away he had a breathtaking smile on his face.

He was amazing. So amazing that he made me made me orgasm three times. He only came once, which I didn't put much thought to at first, but he had some serious stamina. Yeah, I could've done better, but at least I got what I wanted. That is until he handed me back my shirt, dressed himself, gave me a smile and left me in that cabin, without a glance backwards, like a loner.

At that time, I failed to realize that it was probably just a fuck for him. For me, though, it was so much more. More than anybody would ever know.

"Bella, are you listening, you skank?"

I wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek and nodded, forgetting the fact that Rosalie was on the phone, not in my room.

"Yeah, I just sort of dozed off for a while. Sorry, what were you saying?" I lamely told her.

"Uh uh. You were thinking of something or better yet of Jasper. Are you finally going to get at him? He's free game."

"Um Rose it's not that easy. I'm not as pretty as you or as well-bestowed," I countered, a whiney tone clear in my voice.

I knew I was making up random reasons but it was pretty much the truth. I was not pretty, unless plain brown eyes and brown hair were suddenly considered the new 'thing'. I had an okay figure, but once I was compared to Rosalie, I looked like a beached whale.

Rose had an hourglass figure, bigger boobs, a nicer ass, pretty blonde hair, ocean-like eyes and the list just went on. I had no clue why she was my friend. I have asked this question to her more times than I could count and every time I would ask this, she would roll her eyes and mumble about how the people at school are "stupid bitch ass cunts". Her words, not mine.

As if she knew that I was kicking my own ass she started to lay it on me and I mean she began to tell me how I belonged in fucking Playboy. Crazy ass blondie.

"Listen, I gotta go, but call me if you need anything," I quickly said anything that came to mind just so I could get out of this whole conversation.

"Oh no. You are not hanging up on-"

"Love you, bye!"

"Bella!" My finger pressed the 'end call' button and then I was good to go. I sighed, before throwing my phone on my bed and rubbing my eyes. I needed to explain things to Rosalie and not just to her. Maybe I was going to have to tell Jasper how I really felt.

It was time to come clean. What did I have to lose? Oh, I dunno, my pride and any remaining dignity that's escaped the evil clutches of the jerks at school. I just had to put myself out there. It couldn't possibly be so difficult. Yes it could, especially since I only had two friends. I repeat that, two friends.

I shook the pessimistic thoughts out of my head and looked out my window, the heavy sleet blocking out my view of the woods behind my house.

I hated living in this bum-fuck of a town. It was basically my own personal hell, only just a smidge colder and a lot wetter. Most of the people living in Forks had there heads so far up their own ass that it was hard to believe they knew which way was up. Stupid uptight assholes.

My dad and mom were judged for being, and I quote 'irresponsible kids thinking they could play house', but when compared to some of the other parents, I didn't want to be a humble-brag, but mine were pretty cool. Or that's just my opinion. My dad was a police officer for the FPD and I don't know what my mom does, but she did something during the day.

Yeah, I was a cop's kid, through and through; something nobody ever let me forget. After years of it being thrown in my face, though, I have gotten used to it.

"Bella!" I jumped at my mom's scream and looked up to see her standing in my doorway. As I looked at her, I saw her carrying this black and red dress that had holes on the sides and a slit going down the chest area. What was she doing?

"Um mom, I don't know what you're planning on doing, but-"

"You're going to wear this today, silly," she cut me off and started to walk towards me, hands holding out the dress to me.

My back was pressed against my headboard and I could feel the grimace forming on my face. Why did she have to do this today of all days?

"Ha mom, funny thing is, school dress code doesn't allow stripper attire. Strict rules to not show off the goods. So maybe you should just put that dress back into your closet now." It was a futile attempt to sway my mother, but seriously there was no way I was gonna wear something that revealing. It looked like a bunch of scraps of fabric tied together.

My mom had been doing this ever since I entered the sixth grade. Her reasoning for this was that she simply wanted me to live up to my name and truly be bella. I just don't remember telling her 'Mommy, dress me'.

"Bella, just put the dress off and show off your curves."

And my ass and vagina. Maybe if I was lucky I would gracefully have a nipple slip. Classy Bella meets Slutty Bella.

"Yeah, no, very funny. You know I hate showing off my, as you so kindly put them, curves." Bring on the air quotes. I was on a roll today. Well, sort of.

She threw the dress at my face and glared at me. She even put her hands on her hips and stuck her chest out to make her chest look bigger, not like it didn't already. That's right, somehow my mom had better boobs than me, not that I was jealous or anything. It just made me wonder if she had any work done. If you know what I mean.

I stopped arguing with her, rolled my eyes, and agreed to wearing the dress. She gave me her Crest white smile before walking out of my room.

Now, saying and doing something were two totally different things. That's why I ended up changing into some jeans and a band tee before my mom checked on me. I grabbed my tennis shoes, slipped on my FPD sweatshirt and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I ran out the door, my keys in my pocket, then ran back for a blueberry muffin that was on the kitchen counter.

I ran past my dad, who was barely getting home from his graveyard shift, hurriedly yelling out a goodbye. I jumped into my Volzwagon van and swiftly started the car. The radio blasted my eardrums to smithereens and I fumbled with the volume dial for a few seconds.

Backing up from my driveway was easy-I could probably do it in my sleep- what really made me laugh was when my mother ran out the house. The skanky dress was in her hands and she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Isabella Marie come back and put this on!" Laughter bursted out of my mouth I shot a wink in the direction of my parents before waving.

My dad had an arm around my mom's shoulder and he was trying his best to console her. The last thing I heard my mom say was, "But, honey, I wanted pictures."

Yup, today was gonna be full of rainbows and unicorns.

Yes, it was written on a whim, so any mistakes are purely my own. The little rainbows and unicorns comment is a little joke between my old high school teacher and I. Ah, good times, good times. Anyway, please review!

Revision 1.0 is pretty self-explanatory, but I want to clarify some things so there won't be any confusion. While I was on a temporary hiatus, I read over this particular fic and found so many errors it boggled my mind at how careless I was. My instinct was to delete it, rewrite, then upload it again. Then I began to slowly edit each chapter; clean this, cut that. Does this mean all chapters have been trashed and replaced with new ones? No, not at all. There have been some additions, but you do not have to go back and read everything. I will be replacing the old chapters with the new within a span of two months (possibly three), and hopefully I'll fall into a posting schedule. This has been on my list of 'To Do's' forever and I'm finally getting to it...thanks ya'll!

~geek