So yeah, this is the last chapter I wrote before I sort of 'abandoned' this story. I attempted to write chapter 8 of this, but I totally forgot where I was initially taking the plot. However, I now remember the big plot lines I had wanted to create, which is why the chances of an update have increased to about 50-50. But, I'm still thinking about it, so we'll see. Anyways, enjoy!
A Lesson in the Silver Volvo: Part 2
Jasper and the rest of his family weren't at school the next day or the day after. Cheryl couldn't help but feel she was the origin of their unexpected absence, even if yesterday was unusually sunny, which could only mean they were on one of their infamous 'camping' trips. She sighed. When or if he came back, she wouldn't be surprised if he acted like he didn't know her. That would be for the best.
She sighed. She would have to find another tutor, one whom she wouldn't spazz on like a psychotic bitch.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to pretend like nothing happened…again?" Jason inquired from his seat, just as the teacher left the classroom.
She grinned in spite of what she was feeling. "It's embarrassing."
"Cheryl, I've seen you get pissed drunk and pee on the road, walk right into walls, get your hair caught in trees, your arms break out in hives, a girl publicly molest you, volleyballs smash you right in the forehead-"
"Is there a point to this?"
"What I'm trying to say is: I haven't judged you then and I won't start now. You can tell me anything."
And so she abided by the best friend's rule book and spilled Monday's events. Naturally, she recounted the story in such a way to paint herself as a classic villain. Edward was right; she was extremely hard on herself. "God, I'm such a self-righteous bitch."
"It's alright," Jason shrugged as if not caring.
"Alright? It's alright? That's all you have to say?"
"Overreact much?" he laughed. "Look, for as long as I've known you—two to three years, I'd say—you haven't exactly been the master at defending yourself. Now, I don't know if it's because Cora always beats you to the punch, but not once have you ever shouted at someone for hurting you or even let someone know how you really feel."
"Unbelievable… I defend myself from the trolls at school everyday."
"Oh yeah, you're tough now," he exaggerated with obvious sarcasm. "What about your parents? What about everyone back in New York? Those people are going to be a part of your life forever, Cheryl."
"Wait, so let me get this straight, what you're saying is…I should really be thanking Jasper for making me angry enough to verbally insult him?"
"Don't forget to apologize."
"Well, what did you think I was going to say?"
"Ahem," she paused, preparing herself for a Jason impersonation. "'Dude, you fuckin' owned his pale, white ass!' Was I close?"
"Um, I don't know you."
Cheryl expected the torrential downpour when she exited Forks High School. What she didn't expect was a familiar silver Volvo, parked outside the school with Jasper Hale leaning against the driver's side, umbrella in hand. He glanced up at her and held her gaze for what seemed like hours until he began to walk over to her. She was about to do the same, when he held his hand up to stop her so she wouldn't get wet. The perfect gentleman. She waited patiently for him to walk over, her mind going into overdrive.
"What—what are you doing here?"
"Not the greeting I expected, but I'll take it," he managed to smile. "Hi Cheryl."
The perplexed expression on her face coaxed a chuckle out of him. Hesitantly, he placed his hand at the small of her back as if to guide her over to the car. "Why don't we leave before traffic starts?"
She didn't pay heed to the obvious irony between Forks and traffic; she was still confused, but she walked with him to the car despite herself. "Leave? To where?"
"Have you forgotten already? I know this isn't the most enjoyable time of the week, but I-"
"Jasper, you honestly couldn't have forgiven me so quickly," she replied, turning around swiftly to stare up at him. They were standing right by the passenger seat, the rain barely missing them as Jasper shielded them. "I was terrible—no, vicious and cruel on Monday. I said things—horrible things, and yet, you stand here and talk to me as if nothing happened."
He sighed, knowing his act was not going to work. "Get in. I'll explain on the way."
She nodded her head, allowing him to open the door for her as she entered the car. Everything was an intense blur. She couldn't even remember them leaving the school, but somehow, they were already speeding down the road, droplets of rain attacking the windshield.
"You don't abide by road regulations, do you?"
"Me behind the wheel should be the least of your worries," he muttered, loud enough for her to hear. "So," he changed the subject quickly, "what seems to bother you? I would think you would be relieved that I'm not mad at you, though I can't see why you would think I am. Edward tells me you were being very hard on yourself."
"Jasper, were you partially deaf on Monday? I completely insulted you in your own home. I crossed the line; I even went in your personal space."
"I provoked you, Cheryl," Jasper reminded her with a frown. "It was all my doing. In fact, it is I who should be apologizing to you."
She was about to correct him, when she noticed a familiar pattern in the events once again.
"Well, doesn't this sound familiar?" she laughed dryly, closing her eyes in disbelief as she leaned against the headrest of her seat. "You do something strange, I freak out, I feel guilty, we apologize, and if possible, the awkwardness increases to a whole other level."
He chewed on her statement for a moment, letting the awkward, tense silence fill the car. "Yes, that sounds about right," he replied with smugness.
"I'm being serious," she informed him, but her smile deceived her.
"Really," she stared at him and there was only a small trace of a grin on her lips. "Look, you don't have to tell me why you act the way you do, but I feel like I owe you an explanation about Monday… I don't avoid you in school because I'm ashamed. Long stupid story short: I thought it would be easier if we made no contact with one another to avoid suspicion. Amy's parents were close with mine before they left. No doubt they'd probably tell my mom about the tutoring. I'd have to move away if they thought I was being…unproductive."
"You could have given me a memo," Jasper informed her, shaking his head.
"Well, I was being very stubborn and stupid. I apologize for being a teenager," she responded sarcastically, her spark coming back.
His fingers were no longer grasping the steering wheel in a death grip, which, oddly enough, Cheryl noticed.
"So, can we start this over? I know that it might not make much of a difference to you, but I feel like we are in serious need of a fresh start."
"A fresh start? Does that mean I have to teach you from the beginning?"
"You know what I mean, Jasper Hale."
"Yes, I do, Cheryl Parks," he glanced at her with a genuine smile.
She returned it with her own trademark grin, and for once, she thought maybe this could work.
"So, Jasper, what's your favorite color?"