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It all began not once upon a time in a land far away but on a rather unsuspecting night in the valley of the sun.

He was no prince charming just an ordinary man caught up in his endless life of one-night stands and empty bottles. He didn't believe in fairy tales, but if they did exist it was what happened to other people. In his experience the shoe never fit, the spell never broke, and kisses held no magic. The wicked witch or the ugly stepsister was all he ever found. Most importantly he realized that as far as his life was concerned, good had no chance of prevailing. Happily ever after did not exist.


Unexpected Encounter

There had been no shortage of young, hot, women hoping to get one of the spots available. Normally it would have been a damn good day at work but not tonight. Tonight seemed never ending almost to the point that it was physically painful. Their shirking voices had penetrated his brain causing a major migraine. All he craved was to be alone with a drink away from annoying, phony girls.

He had to get this done though. Toxic opened in four weeks and he needed to fill these positions as soon as possible. He had a ton of other shit to get done too, but like with everything else lately, it seemed he was moving in slow motion.

"I believe that we have more than enough girls to pick from," Jasper said to his head bartender, Mike. He had relocated with him from Las Vegas to Arizona.

Jasper had told him he wanted him to run the place because he was the best bartender he knew. It was partly the truth, but mostly it was because he knew he could trust him. You never know whom you can trust. He found that out the hard way and now he had a problem trusting anyone. It seemed like everyone was out for themselves and they didn't care who they screwed to get what they wanted.

He had no room to talk though. He himself was guilty of just that. Getting ahead, being the best was all that mattered. Who got hurt was to no concern to him. It was not until recently that he realized the only person that had really gotten hurt was himself.

"I don't think that I will have a problem staring at any of them," Mike laughed recalling one slamming girl after another.

"Don't you ever get tired of one fake girl after another?" Jasper asked him thinking back to the string of one bottle blond with fake breasts after another.

You could easily replace one with another never knowing the difference. There was nothing special about any one of them. You wipe away the surface and nothing. There was nothing on the inside. What you saw was what you got. And that was not a hell of a lot.

Yet, it was not just the women that had him questioning the life he had chosen. It was himself. He couldn't seem to get excited about the club. His heart was just not into it. He told himself once his brother slash business partner got out there he would feel different and not so alone. His fear was it would change nothing about how he felt. The loneliness came from somewhere deep inside.

Suddenly the life he had worked so hard to build felt cold and empty. This had been everything he always wanted and now that he had it he realized how much he didn't have. There was no meaning to his life. There was no one. He was completely and utterly alone.

"Not really and you never have before. Are you feeling okay?" he asked of Jasper.

From the moment he started to work for Jasper; where there was a beautiful girl there was Jasper. He loved the women and the women loved him.

"I think that I just need a drink," he told him getting up to grab not just a drink, but the bottle. Yet, he knew that the liquor was not going to help ease his mind. Not when he was feeling like, what was the point of all this? What was the point to his life?

"Well I'm going to head on home, if that is alright with you?" Mike told him. The truth was he had a date with one of those girls from earlier. Think the girl next door crossed with a playboy bunny. Damn, did he love his job.

"Go ahead, I'll lock up," he said as he poured himself another drink hoping it would drown the restlessness inside of him. It didn't help as the warm liquid slid down his throat settling into his empty stomach. He only wished his mind was empty. Nagging thoughts plagued him as he could not stop questioning the purpose of his life.

"Excuse me?" a voice he could only describe as an angel broke into his self-pity and he looked up to see her standing there in front of him. His first thought was he could not breathe. His second thought was that she looked young, very young. Still there was a presence about her that exceeded her age. She was what some call an old soul. Her eyes gave away that fact. They were not the eyes of a young girl, but someone who had been through something in life.

She was beautiful, almost too beautiful. Her hair was warm brown with a lighter tone streaming through. Her skin was pale reminding him of sweet cream and he itched to taste it. Her eyes resembled a baby fawn so innocent, scared yet somehow wise. Chocolate was the color he thought, warm and rich. Her mouth was this perfect shade of pink that seemed to be asking to be kissed. All he wanted was to kiss it. Though she was trying to hide it under oversized clothes he could see her body was designed for sin. She had high full breasts, a small waist, and a gentle curve to her hips enticing him to imagine her in his arms exploring every inch of her.

He noticed that all in the first second. He also noticed his reaction to her. It was like nothing he ever experienced before. It was more than sexual. His response to her was core shaking.

"Can I help you?" he asked choking on the last remains of whiskey lingering in his mouth.

"I really hope so," she exhaled. He could see that she was slightly shaking and he longed to grab her and hold her. "I have a flat tire and …well I was wondering if I might get some help fixing it?" she asked transfixed by the guy sitting alone in the dark shadows. She had been feeling extremely nervous anyways about walking into what appeared to be an empty building. The thing was it was that or wait in a dark alley for roadside that informed her it was going to be over an hour before they got there. It was like door A or door B so she picked B. By the way this guy was looking at her though she was praying that she had not picked the wrong door. Her senses went to red alert as he continued to stare almost through her.

The thing was she could feel herself staring at him almost the same way. His eyes were this amazing pool of darkness and light that drew her in the longer she looked.

"Sure," he told her, "Let me just get a flash light," he said as he thought his night had taken a turn for the better or at least he was hoping it had. His heart was suddenly racing. He felt excited and alive. Suddenly just by her walking through the door there was this electricity in the air that sizzled and he felt energized.

"Oh thank you," she said displaying this amazing, radiating smile at him. With that he knew that it was all over for him. Hook, line, and sinker, reel him in. He became completely undone.

Twenty minutes later her flat tire was fixed and she was quietly sitting in his club sipping on a pop and he was staring dumbly at her. He told himself to stop, but pulling his eyes away from her was damn near impossible. She was stunning, but it was more than her beauty that drew him in. There was something so unique about her. He didn't know quite what it was, but he thought that if he looked at her long enough he would be able to figure it out. Besides he could not find his voice to speak, afraid of what would come out. Suddenly Mr. Cool felt like a big dork that had no idea what to say to a girl that was totally out of his league. God she was the first girl he ever considered out of his league. Maybe that was what was unique about her.

"Thank you again for fixing my tire. Waiting alone for roadside was freaking me out and I'm already late. My father should be getting home by now and will be wondering where I am," she told him thinking that her father was not going to care that she was late because she got a flat tire, only that she was late. She could hear him screaming already.

"How old are you?" he asked holding his breath waiting for her answer, thinking that she had looked young, but old enough not to worrying about what her father thought.

"I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago," she explained to him trying to control the little flip-flops in her stomach as he continued to stare at her. Was it hot in there or was it just her? She felt like she was on fire.

She should have just gotten in her car and headed on home once the tire was fixed, but when he asked her to come into the club she could not find her voice to say no and followed him in. It was pretty stupid on her part. She had no idea who he was and for all she knew he could be some ax murderer or serial rapist. It was not like her to trust someone so blindly. Her father had drilled 'the trust no one' through into her brain, especially men. Something in his eyes though told her he was safe and that she would regret it if she didn't go in with him.

He was gorgeous and hot as sin. He was not someone to take home to dad, especially her father. He was trouble with a capital T. He was everything she had ever been warned about. That was probably part of his appeal. On the other hand maybe it was the way he was looking at her. No one had ever looked at her like that before. She doubted anyone ever would. It was completely unnerving. The little hairs on the back of her neck were standing up at the power of his stare. It was like he was trying to crawl inside of her and bury himself. Maybe that was why she felt like she could not breathe. She also felt something else that she could not describe.

Just then as if she sensed she might be enjoying herself for a moment her phone rang.

"Hi dad," she said and braced.

"Where are you?" he demanded.

"I got a flat tire and I called road side to fix it…"

"Is it fixed?" he asked.

"It just got fixed."

"Then you should be home in a few minutes, right?" he told her.

"I'll be right there," she said hanging up the phone and taking a deep breath. The very last thing she wanted was to go home. Right now more than ever.

"That was my dad. I need to get home. Thanks again for helping me out," she told him when she got off the phone.

"No problem," he informed her and tried to think how he was going to ask her out before she disappeared. She was not just some random chick that would melt at one of his well master pick up lines. She was different. She was special.

"Bye," she said with a little wave abandoning her few brief moments of enjoying being with a cute boy. Time to get back to the real world she thought, but not because she wanted to.

"Wait…" he demanded as she reached the door.

She stopped, looking at him like 'what did I do?'

"I know that you are going to think that this is just a total line, but you are the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen," he told her and watched as she not just blushed, but turned chrisom red. It was as if no one had ever paid her a compliment before. It made him want to shower her with them.

"Thank you," was all she could say as she felt like her whole body was on fire. All of a sudden she didn't know what to do with her arms or legs. She giggled and crossed her arms around herself. She was such a dork.

"What would you say if I asked you out?" he asked her and watched as she went from red to white in a matter of a second. Not the reaction he was hoping for.

"Thank you, but I can't," she told him with no sign of the giggly girl of moments ago. Suddenly she was all serious. All of a sudden there was no laughter only longing and sadness.

"How come? Do you have a boyfriend?" he questioned thinking that there was no way that he could just let this girl slip out of his life. Did he really care anyways if there was one? Did anything at all matter but being with her? The answer shocked him as he thought no.

"No just a very controlling father," she informed him and he saw the pain on her face. It spoke volumes. All he wanted was to erase it.

"I bet there is a way around that," he said flashing a smile that normally came off smooth, but this time he felt that was not the effect.

"You don't know my father," she told him in a very matter of fact way.

"I'm sure…" he started to say but she stopped him short.

"I can't go out with you. Not my choice and there is no getting around my father. Another time and place," she told him wishing for once the time and place was now.

"Alright but how about I give you my number in case something changes," he told her knowing somehow by the look on her face not to push her farther on the subject. It was like he had just run into a brick wall named dad. At this point he was not getting through it.

It was okay though because something told him this was not the last time he would see her, but this was only the beginning. He could let her walk away tonight because she would be back. He felt it. He felt it in his soul that this girl was meant to be a part of his life. She had stumbled into his life for a reason. Do you believe in love at first sight he wanted to ask her? He never had before but one look at her and he was a believer.

"Okay," she finally agreed thinking though that nothing was going to change in the near future.

"Oh by the way my name is Isabella Marie Swan, but everyone calls me Bella."

"Well I am Jasper Whitlock but everyone calls me Jazzy."

He waited for her to reply, but she just stood there intently looking at him as if he was some science project she was trying to figure out. Finally after what felt like forever she smiled.

"You don't look like a Jazzy to me. Jasper suits you much better," she concluded.

"You can call me whatever you want," he smiled at her again and she smiled back at him before walking out the door. With her went all the energy in the room.

Bella couldn't wait to tell Angela all about the guy from last night. He had been her only thought since she left the club. God why did her father have to be such a freak? Why could she not be sitting across from a handsome boy staring into his eyes?

"I wish you had been there," Bella explained to her.

"How old was he…" Angela demanded. She smelled a rat. Bella had spent her life trapped in the world her father controlled and she was not prepared for the real world. It was going to eat her up and spit her out once she escaped the evil rein known as her father.

"He isn't like a weirdo or anything like that if that is what you are getting at. He seems really nice and he is young, like really young," she told her thinking back to the way he had made her feel when he looked at her. It was scary to her, but exciting.

"What like thirty?"

"No younger than that. I would say that he is in his twenties."

"Is he cute?" was her next question. That was always her next question followed by how much money he has and what kind of car did he drive.

"In the bad boy way so not your type," Bella announced trying to think how to describe him. He had blond hair, quite long flowing around his face in soft waves. His eyes were blue but this weird shade of blue. Intense she would describe them. Sad, lonely, and damaged were also words that came to mind. She wondered what had happened to him in his life to cause such pain and sorrow. She wanted to find out.

He was dressed nice wearing black dress pants and a light blue dress shirt. He had an amazing smile that she knew. Not to mention this sexy deep voice with a slight southern accent that made her tingle a little. Okay a lot.

"You are smiling as you think about him so that must mean that he is cute," Angela accused her. Bella needed a boy. Maybe once she got out from her father's iron clasp she would, but just not this one. This was not a boy but a man who she was sure was used to having his way with any number of girls. Why else run a club? It was his personal dating service she was sure.

"He is different than most guys that I run into."

"I'm sure! For one that is because he is a man and not some high school boy. Second it isn't like you run into too many male specimens. Your psycho dad has had you on lock down since you became a teenager. That man has issues and thanks to him so do you," she told her not knowing how she had put up with her dad as long as she had. Her dad and people like him was the very reason they came up with the temporary insanity plea. No normal person would ever convict her on murder charges.

"You don't need to remind me. I thought that once I turned eighteen that he was going to be off my back but I think that he has gotten worse," Bella said. It was a good thing that Angela was such a good friend or Bella wouldn't have anyone. Her dad had been overprotective her whole life but, once she started junior high he went nuts. She wasn't allowed to date or be out after eight. She couldn't spend the night at anyone's house and on and on. When she started high school it got worse. He questioned her on everything. She was not allowed to even have a boy as a friend and he snooped through her room and listened to her calls. It was like she was in jail. Prisoners probably had more privacy and freedom.

"Well until you are out from under his roof there is no chance of that happening."

"I know. I wanted to say yes to that guy last night," she said with regret over something that she had no control over. If it had been up to her she would have said yes to a date with him. The way he looked at her she thought she would probably have a hard time saying no to anything he asked. So maybe it was for the best that there would be no date between them.

"Maybe if you just told him how unfairly he treats you and explain your point of view on things than maybe he might give you some more freedom," she told her.

"You don't think that I haven't tried that before. As far as my father is concerned he is being a good parent by setting such strict guidelines and some day I will thank him. He really has no idea. I think he lives in his own warped reality."

"Clearly. Well the warden is going to be home soon so I had better get out of here. I'll talk to you later," Angela said grabbing her purse and heading out to go hang out with some of her other friends. She didn't tell Bella that because she knew that it would just hurt her feelings. There was so much that she was not able to do and she felt really bad for her, but at the same time she couldn't be expected not to be doing those things. Besides Bella's dad hated her. It was better if she was not around when he came home.

Bella lay on her bed staring at the ceiling feeling lonely and sorry for herself. It was Saturday night and every other teenager was out having fun and hanging out with their friends and probably their girlfriends or boyfriends. Not her. Never her.

Normally she was rescinded to that, but since her encounter with a handsome stranger all she could think about was the life she didn't have. Right now her life had no point or reason other than to be a whipping board for her dad.

She had spent her whole life trying to be the person that her father wanted, hoping that if she could be perfect, than she would finally make him happy. The thing was, even when she thought she was doing everything right her dad always found room for fault. Perfect was not even enough.

She was finally realizing that nothing was ever going to make that man happy besides maybe drugs. So why did she have to be miserable trying to make her father happy when it was never going to happen? Wasn't it maybe time to think about herself and what was going to make her happy? If not now when? When was her life going to start?

"I thought that I told you to do the dishes?" came the voice that was like nails on a chalkboard. It made her cringe every time she heard it anymore.

"I did."

"No you put them in the dishwasher and that was it."

"I was going to go put them away but…"

"But Angela was here and you forgot," he accused.

"No. The last time I checked it was still running so I was waiting for it to get done."

"I don't like the tone of your voice. Every time that I let you hang out with that girl you get all mouthy. You think just because her parents don't care how she acts that I shouldn't either. Well let me tell you, I won't be one of those fathers crying over the things their kids have done."

"She is just a normal teenager," she told her dad not that it would make any difference.

"Normal is such a sad word kind of like average. Now stop arguing with me and go empty the dishwasher," he commanded.

"I will," she said and took a deep breath and asked, "I was wondering if maybe next week that I could go out on Friday night?" she asked even though she knew what the answer was going to be.

"For what?" he asked giving her that look. You would think she just asked if it would be okay to go rob a bank or asked for a kidney.

"Nothing special just to hang out with Angela," she lied. She thought that if she could somehow get her father to agree to let her go out with Angela that she could not spend Friday night with her best friend, but with a cute guy with an amazing smile.

"I hardly think so. You hang out with her enough and nothing good ever came from hanging out at night. You need to be worrying about studying and not hanging out. I don't know why you even ask me those stupid questions," he said as the subject was closed in his mind and he went off into his room. So much for that thought.

The next day she sat in her room and held the number of the guy from the club and fought with herself on whether she should dare call him or just throw it way and forget about him. The thing was she couldn't get him out of her thoughts or the way that he made her feel with just a single look. It was like in that look something changed in her. He had awakened something in her that did not want to go quietly back to sleep.

The girl who had come to accept the life she had was suddenly at war with the girl inside that dreamed of so much more. Normally she was able to keep her locked away, but suddenly it seemed the lock had been broken and she was pushing to be free. The only thing stopping her was her father which was like an ocean being the only thing stopping you from walking from one continent to another.

Why was she even thinking about calling him? There was no way she would be able to go out on a date with him. Her dad had too close of a watch on her. Sometimes she thought that he even followed her to school and checked to make sure she was there. She shook her head, ripped up the number, and threw it away letting go of any thoughts of him. It was just not meant to be. Just like nothing else that might make her happy was. With that the girl inside went back into the dark and closed the door once again.

She started to walk out of her room only to stop and rush back to the trash can. She dug out the tiny scraps of paper. Carefully she pieced them back together. Six months was not forever and just maybe he would still want to go out, she hoped.

Two days later fate stepped in after reason had put a stop to any thoughts of her seeing him again anytime soon. She was in a hurry walking into the coffee shop trying to get a coffee and make it home on time, he was walking out. They collided.

"Damn," he said as his coffee spilled all over his arm. Just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse. This was the last straw. He declared this day a total loss. Forget the coffee it was time for the hard stuff.

"Damn," she swore as not only the coffee hit her but the tip of his cigarette came in contact with the soft flesh of her arm.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked forgetting for a second that someone else had been involved in the sidewalk collision. He looked up to say a quick sorry before getting out of there only to realize that it was no stranger, but his angel from the other night. His heart flipped. Then it flopped. Only to stop the next second.

"I'll live," she told him as she held on to her arm looking up finally realizing that he was no random stranger, but the guy from the club. Her heart flipped. Then it flopped. Only to stop the next second.

"You…" he said with this huge smile. He had started to believe that she was not going to call him. That he had let her go too easily believing she would be calling him for that date. He was seriously on the verge of trying to track her down. Not that he had anything to go on other than her name. Now fate had done the work for him and here she was.

"Hi…" she said as the butterflies from there first meeting made a return trip to her stomach. For a minute she forgot about the pain in her arm. Everything but him was forgotten.

"I can't believe that I ran into you," he said, wishing someone would find his brain. It seemed like when she was around that he forgot how to act.

"Funny how things like that happen. Speaking of running into…I think I better go get some ice for my arm," she told him as the pain returned.

"Oh I'm so sorry. Did the coffee burn you?"

"A little, but the cigarette did most of the damage," she told him as she took away her hand and showed him the small burn on her arm. The hot coffee didn't help either. Her arm had turned a nice shade of red.

"Shit! You sit down and I'll go get you some ice or something," he told her hurrying back in cursing the whole way.

Seconds later he was back out with a rag and some ice. He very carefully put the ice in the rag and placed the rag on her arm all the while telling her how sorry he was.

"I'm fine really. It hardly hurts anymore," she told him, seeing that he really felt bad about it when it had only been an accident. An accident that had bought him back into her life if only for a few minutes she thought. The pain was almost worth it.

"Let me go get you a coffee. What do you want?"

"You don't have to do that."

"It is the least I can do. What do you want?"

"Just regular, four creams, four sugars," she told him with a smile waiting for him to come back once again. It was like she was holding her breath that whole time praying that he did indeed return. She could not think of anything she wanted more than to share a few more moments with him. Well more than a few minutes, but that was going to have to be enough.

"There you go," he told her with another smile and finally sat down across from her, "How is your arm?"

"Better," she smiled at him. She could not help it. Everything about him made her want to smile.

"I feel like shit," he told her and went to light up another cigarette and then thought about it, "You don't mind if I smoke do you?"

"Not if you keep it far away from me," she informed him.

"God…" he moaned.

"I was just joking," she told him with another smile.

This girl was unnerving him. When she was around the cool always know what to say guy disappeared replaced by some dork that never talked to a girl before.

"I was waiting to get a call from you," he told her and thought there was no way that he was just going to let her go this time. He had known at the club that somehow she would come back into his life, but he wasn't going to chance fate again. He might not get another chance and he had a feeling that he needed this girl in his life more than he knew. She was all he had thought about since she had walked into his club.

"I told you that I couldn't go out with you. I have this control freak of a father that only basically lets me out to go to school."

"You are out right now, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I was just on my way home from school. Speaking of that I should get going," she told him. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay there and stare into his eyes a while longer. She knew though if she stayed too long she could find herself lost in those eyes and that could be dangerous.

"Come on, a few more minutes is not going to end the world," he tempted her needing more time with her. He could not think about letting her go again without some kind of reassurance that he was going to see her again and soon.

"Like I said before you don't know my father, but I guess I could stay a few more minutes. So how is your club going? It is your club right?" she asked as she tried not to stare at him. He was so hot. He was nothing like the guys at school. He had been places and did things. He screamed I lived a life. She wanted to feel that. She wanted to be a part of that. She wanted to know how it felt to live. Mostly she wanted to know what it felt to be loved and then she was shocked when she felt her heart whisper 'I want to know what it feels like to be loved by him.' She fought to breath as the thought sat on her chest.

"Mine and my brother's. We open in a few weeks. You should come to the grand opening," he told her as he couldn't get enough of looking at her. She was everything perfect and right in the world. She was everything that he wasn't. Still in the middle of it all were these sad eyes that made him want to know what wrongs had been committed to this angel. How could anyone ever cause harm or sadness to someone so sweet and beautiful?

"One is I'm only eighteen."

"That's okay, I know the owner I could get you in," he said with a smirk as he slowly started to relax. If you call your heart beating a million miles an hour relaxing.

"Second, control freak father," she told him and he got the feeling that she used that line way too much.

"We are going to have to come up with some way to get around that control freak father thing. He is ruining everything," he told her trying to come off like he was joking, but honestly he wasn't. It seemed to him that her father was the only thing keeping them apart.

"You are telling me. I don't know what part of his brain is damaged but it is the part that lets me have a life. Since I can remember my dad has been so overprotective of me. I have in no terms of the word had a normal childhood. I have never been allowed to go to birthday parties or spend the night. Going to the movies and hanging out at the mall is something other kids do. Friends don't stay friends for long when they realize what a freak you are and by the time I got to junior high kids stopped trying to be my friend. I am almost used to it by now. Not that it makes it any easier. I have Angela though. She is my only friend. She comes over once and a while when my dad isn't around. Other than that …" she told him and then thought to herself she must sound like the biggest loser. Why was she spilling her guts to him in the first place? He really didn't need or want to hear her sad little story.

"You are eighteen, right?" he asked thinking he had been on his own before he hit eighteen. If it were him he would have packed his bags and been out of there. But that was him.

"Yes but that matters none to him as long as I am at home which I will be until I graduate. When my mom died she left me a trust that I get when I graduate. She couldn't make it easy and make it eighteen. So I have a little over six months until then," she said. The truth was six months two weeks 3 days and 47 minutes was left on her sentence, but she didn't tell him that. He must think that she was strange enough as it was.

"Then I guess we have six months to sneak around without your father finding out about us," he told her with a grin thinking that he was not letting her go. Six months was nothing. But normally it would be. Before he had met her he never thought pass the here and now. There was no reason thinking about someday when all you have is today. Now this girl had him thinking about tomorrow and the next day and maybe forever.

"I can't sneak around. My dad would so catch me. He is a cop, you know" she told him. She had never really did things she wasn't supposed to do and that was because the few times that she had her father had found out somehow and went totally off on her. Nothing had ever really been worth the punishment, before now.

"Trust me where there is a will there is a way," he explained and he knew even more how special this girl was. Never before had another woman tempted him to go beyond the normal flick of a smile and smooth line to get her to do whatever he wanted. Then again another girl had never made him think pass one night.

She smiled and shook her head thinking this guy was not going to give up until he understood either that her father was better than the FBI or she agreed to see him. She knew what she wanted, but knew what had to be done.

"My dad checks my cell phone and car mileage daily. It is pretty hard to get anything past him."

"Leave it all to me," he said as the covert operation started to form in his mind. He started to get excited and he realized that he hadn't been excited about anything in a long time. This girl was exciting him in more than one way.

She just sat drinking her coffee watching him as the wheels in his brain turned coming up with a plan to get around her father. She knew that she should be firm with him and make him understand that there was no way on this earth that she was going to be able to see him, but she didn't have the heart. She wanted to believe if even for a moment that it was possible. Finally he asked what school she went to and what time was her lunch. She told him and he told her he would meet her there tomorrow.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," she said as her heart pounded from excitement and fear. She really did want to see him, but she also really didn't want to get caught.

"Trust me," he said with a smile, "How is your arm?"

"Oh, fine. I forgot all about it while you were coming up with the secret mission," she laughed and then thought, "I better get home."

"Alright," he said getting up and coming over next to her, "So I'll see you tomorrow," he informed her as he reached out and took her into a hug. It caught her totally off guard as she tensed, but only for a second and then she closed her eyes and let the smell of him and the feel of him seep into her brain making a permanent home.

"Bye," she said with a half smile as her heart pounded and her body sizzled.

Damn, control yourself he thought to himself as she walked away. It was just a hug but it was enough to get his blood going. That girl was going to be his undoing and all he could say was he couldn't wait to be undone. With that he was off to set in motion the thoughts in his brain.

She didn't sleep a wink and as her alarm went off she jumped out of bed never in her life so excited about going to school. She had went through her whole closet last night looking for just the right thing to wear, but as she stared at herself in the mirror she knew that no matter what she wore, that she just wasn't one of those drop dead gorgeous girls that she was sure he was used to dating. She had seen a few of those girls coming out of the club that night and they had all been so beautiful.

That thought led her to another thought that had been on her mind since yesterday and that was why was he giving her the time of day? She knew he was the type of guy that had his pick of girls and it wasn't like she was anything special. On top of it there was her father and this whole sneaking around stuff just to get to see her for a few minutes. She just didn't get it. A guy like that didn't want a girl like her.

"You look cute," Angela said to her in the hall after third hour. One more class and it was lunch. She thought that she was going to pee on herself.

"You think so?" she asked, thinking she should have worn her red shirt instead. In fact she should have worn another outfit entirely.

"Yeah," she told her. She had on her normal jeans but a cute top. Mostly it was that she had on some make-up and had done her hair. Neither was something she did often. She looked very cute. She also noticed that she was acting all nervous and jumpy, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" she asked afraid that she could tell that she was up to something. Maybe she was a spy for her father she thought as she started to lose it.

"You seem all twitchy and nervous."

"Must have had too much coffee this morning," she said as the bell rang and she jumped.

"Try decaf," she informed her.

"I will. We better get to class," she told her. They had AP English together this hour.

"Life is not going to end if we are a minute late," she huffed thinking that Bella really did need to get a life and stop being so uptight.

The minutes seemed to drag and then stop as she sat in class waiting for the bell to ring. What if he didn't show up became her single thought? What if she walked out there to find that he had decided that seeing her was too much work?

She knew it would crush her, but it shouldn't she told herself. She didn't even know him or him her. He was just some guy that she had randomly met and nothing more. He didn't owe her anything. Lord knows that if it was the other way around she probably wouldn't show up.

It was just that she felt herself liking him already without even knowing him and she finally had this hope that something wonderful might happen to her.

The bell rang at that moment and as if she was running the New York marathon she ran out of there and towards the front door. She was almost panting as her hand pushed on the door and she said a silent prayer that he was there.

There was those butterflies again she thought to herself as the smile spread across her face as she saw him leaning on his car waiting for her. The glances from people behind her followed all the way over, but it didn't matter. In that space in time all that mattered was he was there.

"Hi,' he said and seeing her again made him feel like he was back in high school himself and this was his first crush. He had done nothing but think about her.

"Hi," she said and it felt like her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth. She didn't know what to say to him. She didn't know how to act.

"How long do you have for lunch?" he asked thinking no matter the amount of time it wasn't going to be enough.

"Fifty minutes."

"Do you want to get out of here?" he wanted to take her away from there and have her all to himself.

"I should probably stay here. I don't want to be late for class," she told him and then thought God she really was such a dork.

"Alright but how about we sit in my car?" he questioned as he looked around to see too many eyes on them. They were making him feel a little like a pervert or something.

She shook her head yes and he opened the door to his very nice SUV and she climbed in sinking into leather seats. When he climbed in the drivers seat shutting the door she suddenly felt way too close to him with no where to escape.

"You look beautiful today," he told her wanting to reach out and touch her in some way. He didn't though.

"Thank you," she said as she blushed and tingled all over again.

"You better get use to hearing that type of thing from me because I'm going to let you know every day just how beautiful you are."

She just sat there fiddling with the strap on her bag staring at anything but him. She didn't know how to handle what she felt, like she was being swept up in. Guys and dating did not compute in her brain. She wouldn't know how to deal with just a boy from high school let alone Jasper who was clearly not a boy.

He sat there and watched her realizing more and more how different she really was. More than anything it was clear just how innocent she was. If he was not going to make this girl freak out causing her to run he was going to have put on the brakes and take it slow. God help him with that one. Slow was not a speed he was used to. He had been living his life fast and hard for as long as he could remember.

"I gave some thought to how we can get around your father. I'm still working on the seeing each other thing, but I have a way we can talk without him knowing," he told her handing her the new cell phone that he had picked up this morning for her.

"I put you on my account and now you have a cell phone that your dad knows nothing about where you are free to talk to me. I programmed my number in already and I put the phone on vibrate so he won't hear it if I call you," he explained to her pretty happy with himself for coming up with this idea. He still had to come up with a way to see her other than her lunch hour. An hour here and there parked in some school's parking lot was not going to do it for him.

"I can't take this from you," she told him trying to hand it back to him. He was thinking passed today and looking towards a future. She could not let herself think beyond today and this moment. If this was all there was she would be happy. At least that was what she told herself. She knew that she should have not made him think that there was a chance that anything could happen between them at least not right now.

"Sure you can. I did this so we can talk. It is just a cell phone," he said.

"Alright, thank you," she told him and dared to imagine a future or at least a tomorrow. One day at a time. She just had to remember every one of those days that she had decided that it was time for her to be happy. He was the only person so far that had made her feel happy.

"How is the arm doing?" he asked, reaching over to turn it over to get a look at it. The second that he touched her she jumped. They both took a deep breath.

"It's okay," she told him trying to get herself to calm down and stop acting like such a dork around him. He was just a boy, she was just a girl, and they were just talking. But none of that was the complete truth and she knew it. She might be just a girl, but he was no boy and even though they were just talking at the moment, he looked at her like he had other things on his mind, "You really should stop smoking. It is really bad for you and besides that it makes your teeth yellow and gives you bad breath and…" she told him and then realized how she was coming off and she stopped. This was just great, either she said nothing or she said the wrong thing. Of the two though silence was golden.

"Is that your way of telling me you don't want to kiss me?" he asked and watched as her cheeks turned that adorable red and her eyes fill with surprise. She hadn't expected him to come back at her with that.

"I never said that," she told him, but couldn't look at him when she did. The truth was she had thought quite a bit about having him kiss her. The idea freaked her out… in a good way.

"Let's make sure your phone works," he told her pulling his out. With this girl it was going to be all about how things were said and done. He could not come at her like other girls.

She watched as he typed a message and sent it. She still jumped when the phone started buzzing. She half laughed and then flipped the phone and clicked on the message.

"Would you like me 2 kiss u?" was what it said and her heart started to race. She just stared at it as alarms in her brain went off screaming different things. For a second she even forgot that he was just sitting across from her.

She kind of glanced up at him and saw him sitting staring at her waiting for an answer. She typed a reply quickly and pressed send. His phone rang and she sat frozen waiting for him to react.

A/N: This is just a new idea I was working on. It is something completely different. It is all human and quite OOC and AU. Tell me what you think and if I should continue on with the story.