This o/s was written for a very good friend of mine. She sends me cookies, I write her geeks. Fair trade right? Love you, Jess.
Super thanks to Kitty Cullen for beta'ing this piece.
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"Fuck," I muttered, looking around my dorm room. I was frustrated and pissed off that that the administration had made such a huge mistake before my freshmen year of college even began. I pushed open the faux oak door that was barely hanging on the hinges and stomped my way down the hall, trying to find my resident advisor. I remembered reading about her in the college living packet the university sent me at the beginning of the summer. Not only did they tell me her name, but they gave me a list of credentials that went along with it. Rosalie Hale was a Delta Phi Epsilon, cheer captain her junior year, and had won more awards then my brain would allow me to recall. In my mind I had drawn a picture of her, tall, blonde, and busty. I hated her already.
As I reached the end of the hall, I found a door with a pretty pink, ostentatious name tag that read Rosie. I lifted my fist and began to bang. The door flew open, and behind it stood a boy… a man with glowing green eyes and damp bronze hair. My eyes instinctively wondered down his body; he was lean, yet muscular, and fucking hot. His tight black t-shirt fit snuggly around the curves of his biceps and his distressed jeans hung low on his hips, causing me to wonder what he had on underneath them.
"Can I help you?" he said smugly, bringing me out of my lust filled haze. I brought my eyes up to his face, trying not to think about the heat that was rising to my cheeks. Once I noticed the smirk playing on his lips, I grimaced. There was no question in my mind. I knew his type. The cocky bastard was not only arrogant, but vain.
"I'm looking for Rosalie Hale. Is she here?" I asked with confidence, not wanting him to notice my embarrassment. I tried peeking around his body, but found no sign of a woman even residing there. The bed was cloaked with a blue and beige comforter and the walls adorned with plaques. The desk was large and covered with stakes of papers; it looked like it belonged in a surgeon's office rather than a resident advisor's dorm room. There was a picture of a tiny brunette propped up on the lamp, but before I could get a good look, the asshole moved into my line of sight.
"I'm Edward, the new RA. Rose won't be back this year," he said, chuckling at the mention of 'Rose'. I wanted to ask him what happened, but decided against it, although, I had spent the last two months wondering about Miss Hale and found the thought of such a well known, established student backing out of her commitments during her last year disturbing.
"Well, there seems to be a mistake with my dorm room."
"What's the problem?"
"There's a guy living in there! You're a guy! I'm not supposed to be in a coed dorm."
"Ah, you must be Isabella."
"Bella, please call me… you know what? Never mind. How did you know who I was?" I asked curiously.
He stepped back into the room and out of the doorway, motioning for me to come in. I narrowed my eyes, challenging his actions. Did I feel comfortable about being in that beautiful boys room? I wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. My feet started moving on their own accord. I stopped as I reached the desk and waited. I could hear him coming up from behind me, but I didn't move. I found the picture I had seen earlier and began to study the girl. She was cute, but not the type of girl I would have expected him to date. She was short and extremely thin. Her nearly black hair rested right at her jaw line and even in the picture, I could tell that she was a happy person. Her wide eyes appeared to be gray, but held the same sparkle as Edwards.
"She's my sister," he said, reaching around me to grab the picture of the desk. I jumped slightly as I felt his warm breath roll across the back of my neck.
"She's really pretty."
"I guess so. Anyway, that is how I know you're name. You, Alice, and one other freshman, a boy named Eric, were the only three under classmen chosen to live here. Have a seat." He moved around to the back of the desk and sat down after pulling out a small blue folder.
"Can't I change with someone? I mean, I don't really want to live with some strange guy," I said, scrunching up my face at the disgusting thoughts running through my mind. Would he be clean? Did he have girlfriend? Would they have sex… in my room?
"You should feel honored that the administration thought so highly of you, Bella. There aren't very many people who can say they were granted upper classmen privileges before their first semester in college even began. If you really want to change you will have to speak with them. There is nothing I can do. Let me see who your roommate is. Maybe he would be willing to switch with Alice. I have feeling the two of you will get along and technically it's against the rules for you to be roomed with a male."
"Then what the fuck happened?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air.
"Ah, you're roommate is Jasper Hale and it looks like Alice is rooming with Emmett. This must have been Rose's doing. You see, Rosalie is my cousin and Emmett is her fiancé. Jasper is her brother and ever since Rose left school, Jasper and Emmett don't exactly get along. They cannot room together. The only advice I can give you is to try and make friends with one of the other girls, get them to switch with you. Jasper is harmless, believe me, but if you're uncomfortable then that or talking to the admin are your only two options."
"You're all related? You… you're cousins with Rosalie and this Jasper person?"
"Yup." He said simply.
"Doesn't really seem fair that I'm getting thrown into the middle of your family's drama."
"Then stay out of it," he said, shrugging. "Go to class, get good grades, make some friends, and before you know it the year will be over."
"You're an asshole," I said, throwing my hand up to cover my mouth. I wasn't really sure where the words came from.
"I've been told that once or twice," he said. Judging by his tone I could tell he wasn't lying.
I pushed back on the fold out chair I was sitting in and stood up. I turned to leave the room, but before I got to the door Edward called after me.
"I hope to see you again, Bella." His tone was smug. I was sure that if I had turned around, I would have seen the same cocky smirk he wore before. I had already had enough of that school and was ready to gather my belongings and head back to Washington. My mind was already flipping through the different possibilities, community college, online courses, stripper… my parents wouldn't mind having me for a couple more years. Since I didn't really want a confrontation, I ignored Edward's goodbye. I threw the door open, slammed it behind me, and stomped my way back down the hall to the room I would not be living in.
When I got inside I pushed the door shut quietly and rested my forehead against. It would be my luck that something I was so excited about would go so horribly wrong. I have always been one of those girls that finished last. I was clumsy, so I didn't excel at sports and nearly failed gym every single year. Being shy, I never had many girlfriends. The only person outside of my family that I've ever grown remotely close to was Jessica Stanley and that was only because she was what I like to think of an outcast, too. I've never been very pretty, just plain and slightly awkward. My body didn't catch up to my age until I was sixteen and by then, I had already been known as the shy girl, the snob, or the teacher's pet. I was always last pick for dates to dances or prom; not that I ever went anyway. The only boy I ever dated, Mike, decided the day after graduation that he wasn't ready to settle down and wanted to, as he put it, be free in college. I didn't mind much. He was more of an experiment for me anyway. My hope was that college would be different. That I could reinvent myself so to speak, but I was seriously starting to doubt that would happen.
"Are you alright, Miss?" I heard a quiet voice say from behind me. Startled, I turned around to see who it belonged to. He was tall, maybe 6'3, with short blonde hair. He wore thick black framed glasses, but behind them were the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. I tried not to giggle as I took in his attire; a pale blue button down polo, khaki's, and a pair of black chucks. I never believed that type of nerd truly existed; apparently I was wrong.
"No." I said, not really sure why I was being honest with him.
"Okay. Can I ask why you chose my room to be not okay in?"
"Are you Jasper?" I said, sniffing and trying to hold back the tears that had yet to fall.
"Yes. You are?"
"Bella. That's my stuff. I'm supposed to be your roommate, but I don't think I'm staying," I said, plopping down on one of the oversized popison chairs.
"You're my roommate? But… but, you're a…"
"Girl! I know! That's why I'm leaving. I thought that maybe there had been a mistake made, but when I went to see Edward he told me he thinks that your sister did this. I can't live here. With you!" I interrupted, wanting him to know that I was well aware of the situation.
"Geesh, I'm not that bad." He looked down at his attire and straightened himself out.
"No, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. It's just, I didn't plan on living with a guy and my dad would be really pissed off." I sat up straight and put my head in my hands. My dad, Charlie, was always worried about me and boys. If I called home to tell them about what the administration had done, there was no way he would let me stay.
"Where would you go?" he asked.
"Back to Washington I guess. I don't really have the money to rent anything and I'm sure that all of the other dorms are full by now."
"Why don't we try it out for a week and see how it goes. I promise not to get in your personal space as long as you promise to stay out of mine." He was smiling down at me as he spoke.
I thought about his proposition for a minute. I really didn't want to go home and dealing with the administration could be more trouble then what it's worth. Jasper seemed like a nice guy and even though he was extremely good looking, it didn't seem he had many girls knocking at his door.
"Cool. One week," I said, holding out my hand for him to shake it. He looked at it timidly. I wondered for a second if he was even more inexperienced in life than I was. When he finally shook it, his grasp was strong, but his hands soft. He moved away from me quickly and began to organize a group of Star Wars figurines he had on the shelf above his bed.
"What's your major?" I asked, moving to my side of the room to start unpacking.
"Forensic Science," he answered. He didn't look at me and I got the impression he didn't want to continue our conversation, so I didn't push him.
"Bella," Alice sang, bouncing into my room like she owned the place.
We had become friends a couple days after Jasper and I made the agreement to try and coexist. Edward had told her how uncomfortable I was, so she did everything she could to make sure I felt like I fit in. Jasper had maybe said fifty words to me since then and the majority of them were hello. I found myself questioning what I had done to make him not like me, so much in fact that it had nearly become an obsession. Jasper had become my obsession.
"What are you doing?" she asked. I turned my head to look at her and just as expected, she seemed disgusted that I was scrubbing my bathroom floor.
"Well stop it. We're going out," she said, fixing her hair in the mirror.
"I'm not going to that stupid party, Alice. I already told you." I continued to scrub, hoping that maybe if I didn't pay her any attention she would go away.
"My brother really wants you to come."
I groaned at the thought of being in the same room as Edward. Every time I turn around he's there, trying to get me alone. According to Alice, what Edward wants, Edward gets and he won't give up until I give in. I had thought about what it would be like to be with him, but each time I would remind myself that to him I would only be another notch in his belt, or bed post.
"I'm not going, Alice." I said, dominance lacing my tone.
"You are!" she yelled. I knew it was a fight I wouldn't win. I had stayed home the last two times she asked me to go anywhere.
I didn't say anything as I got up and walked over to my closet to find something to wear. In true Alice fashion she jumped in front of me and started rummaging through my stuff. By the time I was ready I had on the shortest skirt and a pink halter, that was a gift from my Aunt Sue. I would have never picked it myself.
We got to the fraternity house and I immediately wanted to leave. Alice was outgoing and boisterous; the complete opposite of me. I felt like a lap dog following her around the room as she talked to one person or another. I finally decided to go make myself a drink and found a private corner to crawl into and hide until she was ready to go. It wasn't long before Edward found me and asked me to dance. I agreed, having nothing better to do. After dancing through a couple of songs, I went back to my corner, and he went back to mingle with the promise to see me later. If I was lucky he would find some other goal for the night. Two hours and too many drinks later, Alice finally came to find me and walked me home. She had found some jock to go home with that night, but one thing I loved about Alice is that she was a loyal friend.
I walked into my room, trying to be as quiet as possible in case Jasper was asleep. He had had a long week with work and school and the last thing I wanted do was bother him. When I got inside Jasper was there with some of the guys from his chemistry class, playing Halo. I walked further into the room and said hello, causing the majority of the group to stand and greet me. I was grateful that he had a quiet bunch of friends as I was drunk, tired, and ready to go to bed. I gathered my pajamas and toiletries and headed to our in suite bathroom. I could hear commotion on the other side of the door as I got ready. While I was getting dressed, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I would open up to people a little more and at least try to enjoy my college experience. I made a promise to myself then that I would at least try to bust out of my shell. I was about to walk out of the bathroom when there was a knock at the door.
"I'm coming out now," I said, turning the handle. Jasper was standing on the other side.
"Sorry, I was just wondering how long you would be. I wanted to take a shower before I went to sleep," he said, looking down at the ground.
"Oh. I'm finished." I moved out of his way and carried my stuff over to my bed. I could feel Jasper's eyes still on me, so I walked back to the bathroom door.
"You looked really pretty tonight," he said. I looked at him curiously, causing him to continue. "Not that you don't look pretty all the time, but that color… the pink, it looked really good on you."
"Thanks." I said with a smile.
"Where'd you go?" He looked off to the side of me, almost like he was embarrassed for asking.
"To the Sigma house with Alice," I said, shaking my head. I hated to admit that I had even gone to one of those things.
"Did you have fun?"
"Not really. That's not really my thing you know." I shrugged, but inside I was dancing. That was the most he had talked to me since we met and I hoped the conversation wasn't over.
"What is 'your thing'?" He asked mimicking my tone.
"I don't know. I like to read. I'm really into music. I would love to see a good band sometime soon."
"Maybe we could do that together. If we're going to be living together, I guess it's only right that we get to know each other a little better." Suddenly, his face grew serious. I realized that he must have noticed the grimace on mine.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I blurted out.
"Have I not been nice to you?" He leaned against the door frame and looked at me curiously.
"Well, you haven't really been anything. You don't really acknowledge me," I said. I heard him groan quietly before going to explain.
"I'm sorry about that. I'm not exactly… great… with girls, especially pretty ones."
"You think I'm pretty?" I smiled.
"Yeah." His face turned beet red, but he didn't look away.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you." I admitted, ashamed that I was doing to him what had been done to me so many times.
"You didn't. I embarrass easily, sorry," he chuckled.
"Please stop apologizing."
"Sorry," he said, causing both of us to laugh.
Jasper and I had been hanging out daily for over a month and my patience with his gentlemanly behavior was wearing thin. I got the impression that he was into me, but he never made a move. It was a Saturday night and neither one of us had done much that day. The only time I had gone out was when I went to the grocery with Alice and I don't recall Jasper leaving at all. I watched him as he studied. He always had his nose in a book, even when he didn't have to. I found it endearing, though, sometimes I thought he was doing it to avoid me. While we had become close and I knew that he was still extremely shy around me.
"Hey, wanna go get dinner?" I asked, sashaying over to his desk.
"Maybe later." He didn't look up at me as he answered.
"You've studied all day and it's probably material you already know. Please?" I pleaded. I didn't care much about going out, but I was tired of sitting in silence.
"There is no such thing as too much studying. You could read and study a text book front to back and still miss something, Bella." He stated seriously.
"Whatever," I said, marching over to my dresser to find something to wear.
I started to get myself ready to go out. If Jasper didn't want to go to dinner, then I would just go myself. I had grown tired of waiting around for him. I limited myself to two friends, him and Alice, and maybe the time for me to spread my wings had finally come. I was standing in the bathroom, about to pull my jeans over my hips when I heard a knock at the door. Jasper took his time answering. I heard the door open, but as hard as I tried I couldn't hear any voices. It only took minutes to throw up my hair and put on minimal make-up. I walked out of the bathroom and made a beeline for my bag. I was angry at Jasper, even though I knew I was being unreasonable.
"Bella," I heard Edward call from behind me. In my hurry to get out of the door I forgot that someone had come by.
"Yeah?" I asked, turning around to see what he wanted.
"I came by to see if you would like to have dinner with me," he said, feigning shyness. Everyone knew that Edward Cullen wasn't shy when it came to girls. I had seen half of the female freshmen population come in and out of his room over the last two months. Still, I had no one to go out with and figured that eating with him was better than eating alone.
"Bella is going out with me tonight." Jasper interrupted, surprising Edward and me. My face was painted with confusion. He gave me a pleading look, so I decided to go along with what he said.
"Yeah, we were about to head out. Sorry."
"Another time then." Edward said before heading for the door.
I waited for the door to shut to start in on Jasper. He had me more confused than ever and I wanted to know what his problem was.
"Why did you do that?"
"You're not going out with him, Bella."
"Who the fuck do you think you are, Jasper Hale? I asked you to go out with me, but you declined. I was going out anyway and if another one of my friends wanted to go I don't really see how that is any of your concern."
"Friends? Is that what we are?" he asked. The sadness in his tone didn't escape me, but I was too frustrated to care.
"I thought so!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air.
"Then I apologize. I was under the impression that out relationship was deeper than that and wasn't comfortable with you hanging out with him." He pointed to the door as if Edward were still there.
"You have to give me something, Jasper. I'm so confused. You act like you're interested, but then you turn your back at the slightest hint of intimacy." It felt good to be honest.
"I told you, I'm not good with girls."
"We aren't going to get anywhere like this. Fuck, Jasper, I'm human, I have needs. Haven't you ever had a girlfriend?" He put his head down, but looked up at me through his lashes. I waited patiently for an answer, but one never came.
"Oh my God, you haven't," I gasped.
"Have you ever done… anything?" I asked hesitantly.
"Well, yeah, once. With one of Rosalie's friends. It was nothing special. I've always been more into my studies and figured when the right girl came along it would happen, but then you showed up and I didn't… don't know what to do."
Unsure of what to say, I made the sudden decision that if he wasn't going to make the first move, then I was. I stalked towards him slowly and took his face into the palms of my hands. His eyes got wide as I inched my face closer to his. Before our lips met I saw his part slightly and felt his sweet breath drift across my face. I brushed my bottom lip against his softly before pressing it to his mouth fully. It was different than any other kiss I had before; it was light and unnerving. Once we were attached I could tell that Jasper's nerves had calmed. He brought his arms around my back and pulled my body flush against his. I felt his tongue dart out and sweep against the crease of my mouth. I instinctively moaned as I let him in. Our tongues danced in perfect rhythm. When I finally pulled away to catch my breath I as dizzy from the euphoric feeling our kiss had given me. Jasper rested his forehead against mine and shut his eyes.
"That was perfect," he said, licking my taste off of his lips.
"It was," I whispered. "You're perfect."
He looked into my eyes, searching for some hidden meaning behind my words. What I said was true. Jasper was perfect; at least for me.
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