"Sometimes you don't always need a Prince Charming. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has really perfect hair."
"Mama, that's enough." I groan and turn my head. She's been taking pictures for the longest now.
"Oh, hush up." She says.
Mia wraps her arm around my waist and smiles. "Yeah, what she said. Now smile." I stood there as my mother took a couple more pictures.
After a few minutes she was done and my feet were hurting from standing so long. "We wasted twenty minutes Ma, thank you."
My mother rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Your welcome."
Mia let go of my waist and smiled down at me. "My masterpiece," She shook her head. " I did wonderful, did I not?"
"I think you did lovely." My mother smiled. I guess my mother was a little happy that I was going to Winter Ball. She didn't really get to do much of the school dances and everything because she had me at such a young age.
There were things she could do, and things she couldn't.
"I think-" I was cut off by the ringing sound of my phone. There was no name; I wasn't going to answer it until Bell encouraged me to. "Um, hello?"
"I need my fücking notebook." A too familiar accent barked into the phone.
I frowned. "Notebook?"
"Don't play dumb with me, the notebook I let you use because you needed to study." He said. "Yeah, I need that back."
"Can't you wait till Monday? I'm kind of running late on something."
"What else could you possibly be doing tonight?"
"Going to the dance."
I heard him scoff. "Your actually going? Without a date? Bullcrap."
Well considering you're the one who said no, "Yes. I'm going without a date." I snapped. "And fine. If you want the stupid notebook so much, then I'll bring it to you." Hanging up in his face before he could say anything more.
"Who was that?" My mother asked.
I glared at her and rolled my eyes. "The only British guy I find annoying."
"Correction, her boyfriend." Bell laughed.
"You have a boyfriend? Oh my gosh!" I rolled my eyes again at my mother and walked over to the computer desk. Sitting there was that stupid notebook. I grabbed it and headed out the door.
"He's not my boyfriend." I called over my shoulder.
**
Bell stopped the car and looked at me then the house. "This..this is where Jasper lives?"
I nodded and undid my seatbelt. "Yeah."
"Jasper? The tall, tatted Jasper? Bad boy who only wears dark clothing, Jasper?"
I rolled my eyes and opened the door. "That's the only one I know."
I just don't understand why Jasper couldn't wait until Monday to get the stupid Notebook. He knew tonight was the night of the dance, is he really trying to make me feel bad because I don't have a date?
I stood there waiting for the gates to open; once they did I walked to the front door and rung the doorbell. In my surprise a middle age women opened the door. She looked me up and down and frowned."May I help you?"
"Um, is Jasper here?"
"Who's asking?"
"A friend." I said. "He called, I was supposed to bring him something."
"I hope it isn't drugs, because I swear to God I will-" She was pushed aside and Jasper appeared.
"No. Its not fücking drugs, mother." He said. "Although it would be great.."
The lady sighed and nodded. "Well, carry on dear." She turned her back and walked away.
Jasper mumbled something and rolled his eyes. "You look..."
"Don't say it." I really didn't want to hear insults from him, not tonight.
He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
I shook my head and handed him the notebook he called for. "Here," I shoved at him and turned on my heel. I didn't go far, because I was pulled back around.
"I'm not done with you."
"I have a dance to go to, and Isabell is waiting."
Jasper looked over my shoulder and frowned. "Who? Your imaginary friend? No one is fücking out there."
What? Turing around, Jasper was right. Bell's car wasn't parked outside anymore. "She left me?" I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.
She answered on the first ring. "How ya' doin'?"
"Cut the crap. Where are you?" I asked. "Why did you leave me here with..him?" Jasper frowned and eyed me.
"Because. It's all part of the plan, love." She said. "He's going to take you." She didn't wait for my reply when she hung up the phone. Jasper was posted on the doorframe smiling.
"You knew about this?"
He walked into his house and came back out with a jacket and a pair of keys. "Your friend is pretty convincing." I watched as Jasper put the black jacket on and eyed me. "What?"
I finally looked at him. Really looked at him, he was wearing black pants, a black button down shirt with a dark blue tie and black blazer.
I know I'm not supposed to be thinking like this, but I can't help but notice how good Jasper looks. Was it right for me to be thinking this?
"If your done having eye sex with me, I would really like to go." Jasper said snapping me out my gaze.
I blushed and looked away. "I wasn't."
"Oh sure you weren't, Blue." He brushed passed me and headed to the black jeep. Finally, I get you ride in a car instead of being on a bike with him.
"I thought you didn't want to come to the dance with me?" I asked his as I got into the car.
"I never said that."
"So you do want to go to the dance with me?"
"I never said that." He repeated.
"But, you are going to the dance with me." I smirked.
Jasper stopped the car and looked at me. "Do you want to walk?" I shook my head. "Then I suggest you shut the fück up."
**
"You don't have to walk in with me." I mumbled as we approached the doors. Jasper looked down and me.
"Yeah, you could fück up my image."
Not what I was expecting to hear. "What do you mean?"
"People see me as the wild type. The player type. People are scared to come near me because of what I do, and what they've heard." He said. "You being by my side will open the door to stupid bįtches thinking they can talk to me and shįt.. Although some of that has already happened."
"Why do you have to be so rude?"
Jasper leaned down and his lips brushed my ear. "Because I am." He said. "Meet me back here when the dance is over, and I'll take you home."
Jasper pushed open the doors and I watched him disappear into the crowd. Now, I was all alone.
I've never been to dance before. So seeing what I am seeing now is kind of surprising. There were kids grinding on each other, making out. I mean is this what a school dance is supposed to be like?
Even the teachers couldn't control the kids.
"All alone there, buttercup?" Someone said against my neck. I jumped and turned around. Standing before me was Ethan, and I have to say.. he looks almost as good Jasper.
Did I really just think that?
"Something like that." I said.
"Where's your date?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't have one."
Ethan looked at me and frowned. "Really?"
"Really."
"A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be wasting her time here standing alone." Ethan held out his hand. "Come. Dance with me."
"I don't know how to dance." I lied. My father thought me a very young age.
"Yeah, well we'll see." Ethan pushed past everyone and led me on the dance floor. I watched as everyone kept giving me the evil eye. Probably wondering why I am dancing with one of the school's bad boys.
Speaking of, where is Bell? I hope she is okay.
"See. Just follow my lead, and don't step on my feet." Just when he said that, I did so. On purpose. "Buttercup." He warned.
I laughed and rested my head on his chest. "Sorry."
Ethan and I danced for two songs straight, I'm guessing Ethan got the memo that I was a little tired and offered to get me a drink. I was headed back to a table when I felt a cold hand pull me back.
"Ethan-" I stopped when I crashed into a hard chest.
"No." He said.
Looking up I meet the cold eyes of Jasper. He reeked of booze. "What are you doing?"
Jasper let go of my arm and held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"
I laughed and raised an eyebrow. "What is this Cinderella?"
"Expect I'm not Prince Charming." He said. "I'm the bad guy."
I took his hand and he pulled me to his chest. "Yeah, well sometimes the bad guy isn't so bad. He's just misunderstood." I said looking up to meet his eyes. "If you take off that mask of yours, I'm pretty sure you a very good guy."
Jasper shook his head and closed his eyes. He rested his forehead on mines. "Why do you want to be my friend so bad?"
I think I like drunken Jasper better. "Because, I would like to solve the mystery of the guy with the colorful tattoos."
He smiled. "Something's need to be kept a mystery, Blue." He said in a warning tone.
"Okay," I said. "Why do you hate me so much?"
Jasper sighed. "I don't hate you." He said. "You just annoy me to the point I want to run you over with my bike. You wont shut up on things. I tell you back off, fück I even threaten you, but yet your still here. I like that feisty part of you." He said. "Letting people in my bubble is a hard thing to do, Blue. I don't trust people easily, and with you.. you make things so fücking hard for me. You just don't understand."
"I think I like you better when you're drunk." I laughed.
Jasper smiled and opened his eyes. "Planning to take advantage of me, love?"
"Even drunk, your still a jerk." I pushed him away.
Jasper blinked a few times. I watched as his eyes traveled up and down my body. "God you're so beautiful, Blue."
"Jasper, no. Stop."
He took a step closer and ran his index finger over the outlines of my face. "You can deny it all you want, Blue. But you are, and this is coming from the guy with the Tatted Heart."
"Y-Your drunk." I said. "You aren't thinking right."
"I don't have to be sober to see that you are beautiful, Blue."
I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off my Ethan. He approached me and handed me a drink. "Hey dude," He said to Jasper.
Jasper glared at Ethan and rolled his eyes. "I leave you for a couple seconds and your already replace me?" Jasper clenched his chest. "Hurtful, Blue. Fücking hurtful."
I looked over at Ethan telling him to help me out. "This is normal. When he drinks he gets like this."
"No I don't, so shut the fück up." Jasper slurred. "Why are you even here? Planning to take Blue back and fück her? If so, good luck with that."
I gasped at Jaspers words. Did he really just say that?
"No. I just like talking to her. Keeping her company because someone's ego is just too big to say yes to a beautiful girl who's willing to spend hours at ends meet dealing with you." Ethan shot back.
"C'mon, Blue." Jasper tugged at my arm.
"Where are we going?" I looked at Ethan. "I don't have to go."
"No, its okay. My date is actually waiting." He said pointing over to a girl who was standing at table. Her back was turned so I really couldn't see her face, but from the looks of it.. she seemed more like Ethan's type than I did. I don't know why I ever thought he liked me.
"Okay." Before I could say anything else, Jasper pulled my arm and drugs me out the ballroom.
"What in the world is wrong with you?" I snapped pulling my arm back. Jasper ran his fingers through his hair. Rolling his eyes, he turned his back to me.
"I need to sober up." He said. Jasper pulled opened the top of a water bottle, which I hadn't noticed before and began to chug.
I tapped my foot waiting from him to finish.
"You're rather amusing, Blue." He chuckled.
I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. "And your rather annoying, Jasper." I said. "What was that back there?"
Jasper took a seat in one the benches and looked up at me. "What do you mean?"
"Y-You called me beautiful.." I hadn't noticed how embarrassed I was until I felt the heat creep up the back of my neck.
Jasper looked at me through his lashes. I watched him closely as his tongue flicked his bottom lick. "When did I say that?" He asked with a smirk.
Is he toying with me?
"You know what I mean! Don't play stupid." I yelled.
Jasper sighed and stood up. I hadn't realized how close we were until he brought his hand up and pushed my hair back. He looked into my eyes and smirked once again. "I didn't do anything," He still smelled of booze. I needed him to back off me before he did something he would regret in the morning.
Just as I was about to push him away, his lips crashed into mines. My natural instant was to push him away, which I tried but I guess he knew what I was going to do because he gripped my hands in tight hold. After a few seconds I finally gave up, and kissed back.
His lips were soft and his kisses were sweet. I felt his tongue move across my bottom lip. From all the books I have read I finally got the memo and gave him entrance.
Was this what your first kiss was supposed to feel like? Your stomach being on cloud nine, and you're palms getting on sweaty and you getting weak in the knees?
"Well, well, well." Someone said behind me.