Hey guys. Told you, you weren't going to wait long for the update. I think this is what you guys have been patiently waiting for. This chapter changes POV twice. So it'll start out in Jasper's, then go to Alice, then go back to Jasper. Understand? Good :)

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Chapter 9- Secrets Revealed

I heard the rustling near the house. Metal clapping on wood. It wasn't even loud; one wouldn't have given it a second thought. But I guess being used to sleeping with my ears open and on the edge; I was susceptible to all unusual sounds.

And this was an unusual sound.

Someone was out there.

I jerked on my pants and grabbed the gun I kept under my pillow, stuffing it in the back of my jeans. I silently eased out my trailer and rounded the corner to see a dark figure enter the second story window.


In my mind the intruder could want one of two things. The tools inside the house to trade for drugs or payback for the sting.

My first instinct was that someone found me. One of the suspects escaped the bust and was out for revenge. Or maybe, one of the apprehended that sat in jail got a buddy of his nail me.

A little paranoid I know, but it was how I survived.

I entered the house through the back door and silently went up the stairs. Once I reached the landing I saw the intruder waving the flashlight at one particular wall.

I took the gun from my jeans and crept towards him, stopping when a floorboard underneath me creaked.

I closed the distance on him. I reached around and grabbed his face, blocking his airway. With force I through his against a nearby wall.

I used one hand to grab the flashlight and the other holding the gun to yank the cap off his head. After I through the cap to the floor, I pressed the gun to the perpetrator's throat.

But this wasn't one of the perpetrators, or their allies, I thought as the beam of the flashlight registered the intruder's identity in my mind. This was Alice and she was looking terrified.

I also realized that I was crushing her windpipe. I was hurting her. The thought that I was a heartbeat away from hurting her more sent a pang of fear through my adrenaline charged body.

I jerked the gun away and stepped back. I didn't know what I would have done if I did do something more. But the fear and guilt was quickly replaced by annoyance.

What was she doing sneaking around here in the middle of the night?

I took the blinding light from her eyes. "Fuck, Alice. What the hell are you doing here?" My voice held the fury that I felt. I could've snapped her neck- nearly did.

Alice sighed in relief and slumped a little when she recognized it was me, blinking excessively. Probably to clear her vision of the spots. She tenderly rubbed at the spot where I pressed the gun to her neck.

She coughed out, "I'm-"

"Do you have any idea what could've happened?" I wasn't ready to hear her voice just yet. I didn't want to hear an explanation. I was too amped up and needed to vent it out. "What I could have done to you?" I slammed the flashlight on the nearby sawhorse and swore. Thinking of the force I used on her delicate little body.

I sheathed the gun back in my jeans.

"Never sneak up on a cop, Alice. Ever. I…what the hell were you thinking?"

I gave her a hard look. She was trying to steady her breathing. She was still shaking.

"I really wish you wouldn't yell at me." She choked out.

Was she serious? I had a motherfucking gun to her throat and all she has to say was that I shouldn't yell at her. I had every fucking right to yell.

"And…I wasn't sneaking around you." She glared. "You're the one that snuck up on me… in the dark."

I couldn't believe she had the nerve to make this my fault.

You did hurt her, a pesky little voice reminded me.

"You were breaking and enteri-"

"I didn't break anything! There's no lock on the window. It doesn't count."

I glared down at her. "It's a term," I growled. "You are trespassing on private property. You climbed up a ladder and snuck in through the second-story window…in the middle of the night no less. That's called breaking and entering." I then noticed what she was wearing. Sketchers, black pants, and a black t-shirt, with a black ski cap to top it all off. Yeah, she knew what she was doing.

"And you're dressed like a cat burglar."

That's when it all clicked.

"And this isn't your first offense either, is it? You were in here before."

She blinked. "What are you talking about?"

I jammed my fists on my hips and looked at her with scrutiny. "The other day. When Bella came over. You were in the house. That's how you cut yourself. And you're the one that knocked over that stuff."

She didn't say anything, but bit her lip; and I knew it was true. Not only did it make sense, because of the visit, but I remembered the sawhorse was moved also.

Now I knew the who and how, but not the why?

"You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"

She dropped her hand from the back of her head and took an exasperated breath. Straightening her stance she said, "I was just looking for something I had left here."

I was trying to figure out what she could have left from the other day. Maybe she was talking about when she brought the eggs over. "When you snuck in here before?"

She shook her head.

"When you came over that day?"

"Before that."

With only the light of the moon and the flashlight, I went over to flip on the overhead light. The bulb still uncovered.

"When?" I asked as I walked back to her.

"A long time ago," was all she said.

I didn't come across anything significant. Maybe I overlooked it and tossed it away. "Well, what is it?"

She shook her head, "what is what?"

"Whatever it is you left here. What was it?"

Alice inched her chin up. "Just something that's mine."

"If it's yours, then what's it doing here?" I inquired, very interested in discovering the cause of all this trouble.

"It wasn't always here." She began to explain. "I hid it somewhere else, and then I found out that it wasn't safe there so Jessica said I could store it in her hiding place here. But then it fell past the ledge and we couldn't get to it anymore and there it stayed."

Her hair had come undone when I yanked the cap off her head. Strands of her dark hair fell across her cheek. She brushed it behind her ear and crossed her arms around her body.

I just stood there, my eyes narrowed on her flushed skin.

Not trusting myself to either quiet the distress in her eyes or shake her; I took a another step back instead. I couldn't believe she went through all this trouble for something she could have just asked me for. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone or something.

I turned around and scanned the room. "Where is it?"

"It's umm…at the closet, where the wall used to be." I walked over to the empty spot; the only thing there was a piece of hanging wire, the remaining door, and the support beam. I looked in the floor and saw the ledge Alice was speaking of.

I probably would have found the thing earlier, but I wasn't concerned with removing floorboards. I was just going to board up the hole and leave it as that. Whatever she wanted would have been hidden forever.

I stomped on the piece of wood with my bare heel. The old wood split in two. Bending on my knees, I removed it and saw a bunch of stuff inside. There was a small pink book, a tube of lipstick, soiled Pokémon cards, and a pile of old candy wrappers.

I picked up the book with the initials MAB in gold on the bottom right corner, thinking this is what Alice wanted.

This is a diary! All this hassle for a teenage girl's journal.

I held it up to Alice. "Is this what you're looking for?"

My eyes widened and I sighed in relief. "That's it." I was halfway to him and held out my hand to grab it.

"Not so fast." He held the diary out of my reach. "I want to know what's so important that you would do what you did to get this?"

Panic started to spread across my chest. "It's just a diary." I tried to sound nonchalant. "You know, something I kept in high school. Just…girl's stuff."

I tried to reach for it again but Jasper held it higher.

I was mere inches from his bare chest. I looked past the sculptured muscles of his arm, breathing in soap and something mildly spicy. He showered before he'd gone to bed. His scent was doing funny things with my nerves.

I wasn't sure if the heat I felt was from his body or the female awareness I had to his body. In any event I backed away.

"Really, it's nothing." I insisted.

"A lie detector would be wasted on you." He said with a smirk on his face. I saw nothing funny about this situation at all. He was standing between me and my teenage fantasies about him.

I didn't know whether to try and beg for it back or simply try and snatch it from him. He had a good foot on me. But it wasn't his height that I was apprehensive about. It was the thought of getting up close and personal with his rock hard chest. A chest, I noted, that had a slashing scar running from his collarbone across and down to his ribcage.

That's how deep that scar went, I thought, remembering seeing the scar when I was perusing through the house. There were others, crisscrossed across his stomach. My gaze went lower only to dart back up at the band of his unsnapped jeans, to a crescent shaped silver-white scar on his right triceps and across his chest again to a quarter sized circle of puckered pink flesh on his left bicep.

Oh my God…was he shot?

But this wasn't the time to be concerned. Jasper went to the toolbox that was lying under the window and picked up a piece of wire. Skillfully, he popped the lock that guarded the pages of my musings.

I squeaked, "Wha- what are you doing?"

"I don't believe it's just 'nothing'." He said as he opened the book. "And since you took twenty years off my life breaking in to get it. I want to know what's so important." He smirked at his next statement, looking up at me.

"I think you murdered somebody and the whereabouts of the body is revealed inside."

He was joking! I can't believe he was making jokes at a time like this.

He settled on a page and I screamed out. "No!" The reality of everything sinking in.

I ran to him and lunged forward at the book, but he stuck it in the air again behind him. I was on the tip of my toes now, leaning against him. One arm stretched out and the other holding on Jasper's arm for support.

Chest to chest, I reached over him, but he kept edging the book farther back. My arm stretching with his, my stomach flattened against his abdomen.

We were molded together from chest to thigh. I never been this close to Jasper before and my belly clenched at the contact. It was the same feelings as in my dreams when I was wrapped in his arms. I stopped my struggling and caught a quick glance at him.

Something dark glittered in his ocean blue eyes and my breath went thin.

Maybe he felt it too.

Or maybe he just wanted me to stop my futile attempts at desperation.

Defeated, I slowly went down on my heels and took a couple steps back. Maybe, I'm blowing this way out of proportion. Maybe what I wrote isn't as bad as I thought. My mind was trying desperately hold on to the last bit of hope on the situation.

When there was a good amount of distance between us, Jasper lowered the book and flipped through the pages again.

He stopped at an entry and my heart ceased to beat. I closed my eyes and tried to will him from reading anything remotely embarrassing, but then my eyes open wide when I heard him speak.

"Dear Diary. The Spanish test today was so hard. I can't conjugate verbs for the life of me-"

"What are you doing?"

"—and then that jerk, Kenny Turner was trying to cheat off of me. I should have written down the wrong answers just so he would fail. That would teach him." Jasper looked up at my horrified face when he finished.

"Nothing incriminating there." He chuckled.

"I can have the book back then."

He ignored me and flipped through a few more pages. Landing on something, his eyes furrowed in confusion. He lifted the book to me, still out of reach, but close enough for me to read it.

Oh, my God.

"What's this?" he asked. I felt my face burn.

And there it was. Two whole pages of my name mixed with his with hearts and stars and colors.

Jasper Hale.


Mr. and Mrs. Jasper Hale

Alice Hale

Mary Alice Brandon-Hale

I tried to reach for it yet again, but he pulled it back quickly.

"It's just…something teenage girls do, sometimes. It's no big deal," I insisted.

He flipped through a couple more pages and started reading aloud again. "I dreamed about Jasper again." He stopped, cocked an eyebrow and started reading more slowly.

"It was just like on Sex and the City. When Mr. Big kissed Carrie in the elevator. He declared his love for her and kissed her three times. He backed her up against the wall and Carrie jut gave in to his wicked ways. My heart was pounding when I woke up and my stomach was in knots. Just like whenever I'm around Jasper. I'd give anything for him to kiss me like that, really kiss me. Just like Mr. Big kisses Carrie."

My face was in my hands at this point and I groaned loudly when he read another entry.

"Bella asked what I liked best about Jasper. I couldn't really give her an answer. I mean he was super, sexy, celebrity senior Jasper Hale. Where does one start. I love his smile. The way he looks when he's on the baseball field, the…" He trailed off and I looked up at him.

He was reading to himself then his head popped up, a grin on his face. "You thought I had a cute ass?"

My mouth hung open and I knew my face was red at this point.

Why couldn't he just put me out of my misery?

I should have put her out of her misery, and gave the book back. Her cheeks were a telling shade of pink. She was thoroughly embarrassed and rightfully so. I would be if this happened to me.

I should have given the book back. I suppose it was the right thing to do. But I didn't.

Besides this was a great way to divert my focus from what I nearly did to her. They always say laughter is the best medicine. And I was having too much fun at the moment.

I never knew that someone felt this way about me before. It was interesting to know that I was the subject of a few specific fantasies.

And as I flipped through some more pages, I discovered very specific indeed.

I read over another entry.

I'm at the meadow right now. I didn't have to help mom at the diner so I came here to memorize my lines. I tried but I was too distracted. Thinking about Jasper as usual. Thinking about every time he smiles at me, when I give him his order. I'm also thinking about the dream I had last night. I was here, at the meadow, and he just showed up. Out of thin air. He then grabbed me and started kissing me passionately. He told me how much he wanted me and that he loved me. He picked me up and laid me on the grass and slowly took my clothes off and then he started kissing me everywhere-"

"You know, as much as I would love for you to read my diary cover to cover. I would really love to have it back please?"

I looked up at Alice's plea. She looked like she was dying inside, standing there rooted to the spot.

"I can see why you went through so much trouble. I'm just happy to know you didn't murder someone." I chuckled.

She didn't look amused. I didn't expect her to be, it was mainly for my benefit. I closed the book and finally handed it back to her.

She snatched it and clutched it to her chest. "Thank you." She said softly, the tension erased from her face.

"Do you still have sexual fantasies?"

"No," she insisted. She probably didn't want me to know more than I already did. "Whatever you read, was just the wild imagination of a teenage girl who read a lot of romance novels, ok."

"I grinned once again. "So you're repressed now, is that it?"

She gritted her teeth. "I am not repressed."

"So you do still have fantasies?" I was having entirely too much fun with this.

Alice narrowed her eyes and inched up her chin. "Yeah, sure I still have fantasies. I'm having one right now actually. A giant anvil dropping…on your head."

"I didn't right the stuff, I just read it."

"Exactly. It was supposed to be private."

"I'm kind of glad that you shared it with me."

"I didn't share! You broke the lock."

I waved the statement away. "Details, details."

Alice let out a breath and looked at her feet. She was still clutching the diary for dear life as if it was her life support.

I went to close the window. "You minds as well, use the stairs this time. No point in using the ladder." I turned off the overhead light and flipped on the light in the stairwell. "The back door is open."

She left before I could say anything else, darting down the steps. I remembered the flashlight and cap. I grabbed them and went to return them. Alice was in the kitchen when I caught up to her.

"Here. Don't forget these." She put the flashlight in her pocket and kept the cap in her hand.

She barely looked at me before she went through the back door and down the steps. I followed, wanting to make sure she made it to her car. But when I reached the front of the house, her car wasn't in sight.

"Where's your car?"

Alice stopped at the edge of the yard and turned to me. "Down the road. I walked over."

"It's dark. I'll walk you to it." I don't know where the chivalry came from. But this girl had a thing about walking about at night.

The offer caught her off guard too. She held out her hand in a gesture to stay. "No, really. You don't have to. I can manage. It's just right down there."

She started walking backwards; probably to make sure I wouldn't follow. She glanced behind herself, to not trip over something. She desperately wanted to get away.

Just like last night.

Just like the day she came over.

Just like at the diner.

The fact that she wanted to get away from me kept me rooted on spot.

"Be careful," I finally said.

Alice nodded, "I will." With that she turned and left.

I waited where I was until I heard the distant sounds of a car engine starting up. I went back to move the ladder from under the window. I smiled at the thought of Alice maneuvering the heavy weight, in the dark no less.

She certainly was determined, I thought.

I placed the ladder on the grass in the back, and closed and locked the back door. I returned, still smiling, back to my trailer. Once again thinking about the waitress with the violet eyes.

So Alice returned home and burned the diary. She was so embarrassed that she never showed her face again. Jasper moves back to Vegas and never returns to Forks.

They never see each other again.

The End.

Haha, just kidding. This story is only half finished. Now Alice and Jasper have to deal with the very pink elephant in the room. Wonder what's going to happen next. Stay tuned next week for another chapter :)