Yes, I'm going to finish this story. Hopefully, some of you will actually stick with me to the end.

Also, The Burning Marvelous Life was taken down... not by me. Unfortunately, I'm an idiot and didn't have it backed up and TBML is just gone. :(

Dirty martini in hand, I made my way to the table. Angela pulled a chair from another table over next to her and patted it with a smile. "I'm so happy to see you!" she gushed, obviously tipsy.

"I'm happy to see you, too!" I laughed as she pulled me into a sloppy hug. This was either going to be a long night or an awesome one. It was too soon to decide which way it would go.

"Do you know everyone?" Angie asked, speaking very loudly, but leaning into my ear as if to whisper. I backed away quickly and shook my head no.

"I know Jessica, Mike, Jacob, and you guys. That's it."

Ben leaned around his wife with a smile and began introducing everyone. "This is Alec and his sister, Jane," he began, pointing to the two very blonde, very thin people sitting across from me. "This is Jane's boyfriend, Felix," he waved towards a large guy with a shaved head and a gorgeous face. I waved shyly.

"Down there are Nessie, Emily, and Sam. Jake brought them. I think he's seeing that Nessie girl." Angie slurred. I looked up in time to see Jacob settle in next to the pretty girl. I smiled a bit, relieved that he was dating someone.

Nessie caught my eye and I smiled politely, looking up as someone sat down at the other end of the table. "Hi, Bella," Rose said quietly. My stomach was in my throat as I nodded weakly in response. The way she looked at me told me she knew about me and Jasper. I took a huge gulp of my drink as Emmett sat next to Rose, throwing his heavy arm around her shoulders.

The next few hours were a blur. Our group was a little wild. I was on my fifth drink and laughing loudly at something Emmett said when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I flinched, spilling my drink over the table. When Rose's wide eyes met mine, I knew who was behind me. I still wasn't prepared when I saw him. Jasper was standing close to my chair, his eyes glued to me. He bent down and pressed his mouth to my ear, "Can we talk?"

My brow furrowed as I took him in. He wanted to talk? Now? I was drunk, but aware enough to realize that this was a bad idea. "I don't think so," I hissed back.

"Just five minutes," he begged. "Please, Bella?"

"Fine," I muttered, standing to follow him. We walked outside, and Jasper led me around the building to a bench. He motioned for me to have a seat and I plopped down ungracefully. He blew out a breath and paced in front of me, looking more uncomfortable than I had ever seen. His mouth kept opening and closing and I could tell he had no clue where to start.

"Why are you here, Jasper?" I finally asked him, tired of watching him flounder.

His eyes snapped to mine and he looked completely startled by my outburst. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed. "I needed to see you," he began. "I can't get you out of my mind. I know the way I left was shitty, but it had nothing to do with you. I just-"

"It had nothing to do with me?!" I interrupted him, incredulous. "What the fuck, Jasper? You fuck me, tell me you love me, ignore me, and leave town and it has nothing to do with me?" I stood up, feeling more pissed by the second. "You know what? I'm not going to have this conversation right now. I'm drunk, I'm pissed off, and I'm bound to say something I'll regret." With that, I turned and walked back inside.

Stalking up to the bar, I took a cleansing breath. I got the bartender's attention and ordered another drink. I was not going to let Jasper ruin my night. Sliding into the seat next to Rose, I whispered quietly, "Are you to thank for him showing up here?"

Nodding sadly she answered, "I was just trying to help. He's been wanting to talk to you for a while now."

I drained my martini in one big gulp and stood up. After saying goodbye to Angela and waving politely to the rest of the table, I walked outside, pulling out my cell phone. The sound of footsteps made me pause as I searched through my contacts for my dad's phone.

"Bella, let me drive you home," Jasper begged. I hesitated and glanced at the time on my phone. It was almost two o'clock.

"Fine," I snapped, following him to his truck. Jasper tried to get a conversation going, but I stubbornly kept my head pressed against the window, looking out at the scenery flying by. When we pulled into my driveway, I didn't wait for him to speak. I jumped out of the truck and hurried to my house. As soon as the door was unlocked, I headed up the stairs, suddenly exhausted. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.


The next morning came too soon. My mouth was dry and my head was pounding and I wanted to burrow back under the covers for a few more hours. Unfortunately, my bladder had other ideas. I was washing my hands when I heard it: someone was in my house. I grabbed the baseball bat I kept under my bed and walked slowly and quietly down the stairs. Just as I made it to the bottom of the stairs, Jasper walked into my living room. Screaming like a maniac, I pressed my hands to my chest, trying my best to keep my heart from beating right out of my body. "What the fuck are you still doing here?" I screeched.

"I thought maybe we could have that talk now," came Jasper's quiet reply.