Experiences in Seattle

Chapter Three- Date Night....Maybe Not

Hi, guys! Chapter Three already! I'm not sure if this will be a short chapter or not, so we'll see. I'm also about to start a new story called Red Toes, White Snow so check it out as well! I'll keep you guys updated! But let's get to reading, shall we?

Bella's POV

I sat on my bed staring at my MacBook. Writers block was getting the best of me and, after wasting four days, I now only had twenty-six days left before my deadline. This sucks major dick, I thought.

Jasper asked me out on a date. I said no. It's not that I didn't want to go, I was just nervous. I could tell that I had upset him, but he pretended that I didn't.

Last night

He asked me on a date. Jasper Whitlock just asked me out. I struggled for a moment to find my words.

"No, I can't," I finally answered and looked away so I wouldn't see the hurt in his eyes. I'm sorry, Jasper, I thought. I just didn't want to hurt him.

"How come?"he asked, his voice a little less excited and a lot more sad. "I thought you'd enjoy a date with me."

I looked back up at him. "It's not that I wouldn't enjoy a date with you, Jasper." He gave me a confused look and I sighed. "I haven't been on a date in almost six years- it's strange. Especially with a different person. It's not a no forever, just for now. Ask me again later and you might get a yes."

He gave me a small smile. "I understand, Bella. It was my misunderstanding that there was...a connection here. I apologize." So, he had felt it. There definitely was a connection, I just didn't want to feel it.

"Jasper, I'm really, really sorry," I said. "Are you angry with me?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm not angry," he answered. "Just a bit disappointed with myself. Well, I better go." He got out of the car. "Goodnight, Bella. Maybe I'll see you around?"

I nodded. "Goodnight, Jasper. And thanks for a great show." He waved once before walking over to his own car. Watching him leave, I sighed sadly before pulling off. I felt like I had just broken someone's heart, and that sucks.

Present

Putting my MacBook away, I reached into my bedside table and pulled out my Experience Notebook as I called it. I quickly jotted experience number six down.

Experience six: Break someone's heart. (What a terrible experience entry, right?)
Experience seven: Go to a Broken Wings concert.
Experience eight: Have dinner with four hot guys.

I capped the pen and put my notebook away. I really need more interesting experiences, I thought. These were lame. Well, what can you do with no friends or relatives around? Speaking of relatives, I need to call my parents.

I picked up my iPhone 6 and dialed my dads number. The phone rang four times before he picked up.

"Chief Swan speaking," his gruff voice said into the phone. I smiled. I missed his voice. I missed him. I was so busy thinking I almost missed the, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

I cleared my throat. "Hi, Dad," I said. "It's just me. Sorry, I zoned out for a moment." He chuckled and told me not to worry about it. "How are you?"

"I'm good, Bells, your mother and I were just talking about you!" Oh, Lord. Bringing my mom into a conversation involving me is nothing but talk of babies and marriage, two things of which I was not ready for. "She wants to know when you're going to start giving her grand babies. She thinks twenty-three is old, apparently."