𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎𝐬 | Jasper Whitlock ✅

Extra 2#

Dorothea and Rosalie walk down the school hallway together, as people make way for them and openly drool at their inhuman beauty. Dorothea had the innocent lovable charm and poise like a princess to her, excluding Rosalie who was more like a goddess than anything. Both are beautiful in their way.

But no matter how beautiful one can be, Rosalie is currently in a wave of anger that she radiants, like an assassination aura that causes most of the nervous look toward them.

"Don't they get it!" Rosalie clutches the light pastel pink letter in her hand, glaring deeply at it, "Are they that ignorant to overlook that I'm in a relationship, sending me these stupid love letters."

Currently was Valentine day's, which for the two Cullens meant, being confessed from every corner of the school and their locker filled fill with pink love letters crammed with cringy and uncomfortable words.

Dorothea smiles at the letter, "Well, I think it's adorable that they are striving to win your heart." / "Adorable!" Rosalie huffs, calming herself down as she never likes raising her voice around Dorothea, "But they're tampering in my relationship." Dorothea sighs, "I suppose that's true."

They walk closer to Dorothea's locker as she requests to collect a few books before heading home, then a question pops into her head, "How does Emmet respond to you receiving this love?" Rosalie growls at the thought, it wasn't an angry one more of a disappointed one, "As much as I love some jealousy, he isn't the one to bother on such."

Dorothea took the lock on her locker installed in her code as she nods simultaneously to Rosalie's words, she too couldn't envision Emmet ever being jealous.

Emmet would even praise and agree with that person if someone confesses their love to Rosalie in front of him. Emmet would even build a shrine dedicated to Rosalia so the mortals could see it and her beauty.

Dorothea opens the locker and is about to pull out the books she needed only to halt when a sea of letters falls out of her locker along with fascinating chocolate and presents. She gaps as her eyes took in the sight while Rosalie sniffled a laugh, "Emmet isn't the jealous type but I do know someone who's insanely is, and I believe that someone will throw hands soon."

Rosalie smirks, as Dorothea had a fearful one for her admirers. Rosalie helps her with the mess, collecting the letters and presents in a bag since Dorothea is too kind to throw them away. Dorothea quickly collected her books as she questioned while closing the locker, "I don't think Jasper is that jealous, he is a good person."

Rosalie giggles, shaking her head, "He is, although not to those with romantic or lustful feelings towards his girl." As they reach just outside the school building, they were met with the perception of the parking lot overflowing with teenagers hanging out with friends, however, it was their boyfriend who caught their attention.

Emmet seated himself on the hood of Jasper's car with a football in hand, waving his hand at them with a huge grin. Jasper is in the driver's seat, the door open as his legs are out, reading a book in hand. Rosalia instantly walks her way to Emmet, pulling her boyfriend into a make-out session to show off to others. Emmet imminently stop everything he was doing to wholly focus on her.

Dorothea regards how Jasper rolls his eyes at the couple as he honks the car horn only to receive a middle finger from Rosalia, Dorothea giggles as she made her way toward Jasper. Stood in front of Jasper, between his spread legs, as she took the book Jasper was reading into her hand for a closer view of the title.

Dorothea read out a fake title, "The History of Dorothea Whitlock," Dorothea grinned, teasingly, "I'm sure you're familiar with the story." Jasper chuckles, joining in her game, "My favourite character would be the main girl, quite an alluring girl."

Dorothea casually flips through the book, "Yes, I do agree. I'd like to read it for myself too, although this Jasper guy doesn't seem much interesting." Jasper rolls his eyes as he grabs the book from her hand, "Oh, I can assure you that he's the most interesting thing you will ever read in your life. In fact, she ended up married to him."

Jasper pulls Dorothea closer to him by pulling her back thigh, resting his chin on her chest, he smirks at her. She places her hand in his hair, letting her fingers tangle the blonde locks. Dorothea giggles at the thought of Jasper speaking the truth, "You're very interesting, I suppose." Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, "And I did indeed marry you." Jasper kisses her back, letting his hand slide down to her thigh, "Mmm, now that over. When are you going to tell me about those letters?"

Dorothea froze for a good second but Jasper caught it, glancing anywhere but Jasper as she acted dumb, "What letters?" Jasper smirks, "You know, the love letters you've been receiving. Especially a few minutes go." Dorothea took a glimpse at Rosalie and Emmet, seeing they have already put their center of concentration on her and Jasper.

Emmet finds this amusing knowing full well Jasper is holding himself from rampaging the guys who are brave enough to send sweet words to Dorothea, while Rosalie is a little more discreet about it.

Dorothea shakes her head, "It's just words to me, Jass. You know I wouldn't even spare a glance at them." Jasper raises an eyebrow, "I know, but you've been receiving a ton of them, lately. I hate it." She playfully hugs him, "I know, you're jealous but promise me you won't do anything."

She runs her finger to Jasper's jaw, appealing up to her so he views her rosy eyes, "The last time you were this jealous, Carlisle punish you by demanding you to go to his funeral, remember." Jasper scoffed, "Yeah, I remember that. But it wasn't entirely my fault, Emmet got involved too."

Everyone turns their head to Emmet now, the big guy didn't have a slight regret nor did Jasper but he at least deceived it well around their parents. Dorothea looks back to Jasper and smiles, "Just promise me." Jasper sighs, "I promise, I'll stay calm."

Dorothea kisses Jasper on his lips, Jasper's hands squeeze tightly on Dorothea's bare thigh sneaking his hand inside her skirt before letting her free of his grip. He watched as Dorothea went over to Rosalie, Emmet taking her spot by standing in front of him. The males watch as their partners went over the given letter. "You totally not keeping that promise," Emmet smirked, whispering amidst them.

Jasper glared at him, "I merely promise on staying calm, nothing about scaring nor harming a few humans." / "Cool, I'm totally in!" Emmet took out a fist bump to Jasper, waiting for his brother to do the same but Jasper roll his eyes and threw his book at Emmet's head which cause a slight bicker. Dorothea giggled, watching the boys fight over the thrown book, "Why are the guys so violent?"

Rosalie looks up from a letter, glancing at Emmet and Jasper who are now rolling on the ground, attempting to dominate one other, of course, Jasper succeeded. "You do know he isn't going to keep quiet," Rosalie mumbles, glancing at Dorothea now. "I know, at least it's no longer killing them." Dorothea thoughtfully packs the letters seeing Alice and Bella walking towards them.

The fight finally ends as they both get up, Emmet and Jasper grinning at each other as they glance at Edward and Dean. Rosalie watched as Dean and Edward were being tackled by Emmet and Jasper, "I swear they can be so embarrassing." Dorothea didn't get to respond as Alice squealed seeing the number of letters Dorothea got, Bella took a stand between Alice and Dorothea since she and Rosalie have yet to get along.

"You'd better not let Jasper see those letters, he'll be too jealous," Bella warns Dorothea as she glares at the letters. Rosalie rolls her eyes, "He already has, and he's fine with it. Thank you for your concern." Dorothea smiles warmly at Bella, "It's fine," she says as she put away the letters.

Everyone separates themselves to stop their partner, ready to head home. Jasper drove as Dorothea took the passenger seat, Emmet and Rosalie at the back. Leaving the rest to a different car.