❄︎ HOPELESSLY DEVOTED ❄︎ Jasper Hale

❄︎ O9. I PUT A SPELL ON YOU

Hours later, Eleanor Swan was pacing around her room like an absolute fool. Jasper hadn't told her when he would show up, and so she was left wondering. Once they had been released from the torture that was US History, Eleanor's thoughts went right back to it and what the night might just bring. She could barely focus on her homework though she tried her hardest to not give her sister and father a clue that her thoughts were preoccupied. Charlie was easily fooled; the man was far too hungry and tried to notice, but Bella was a different story. Obviously, Eleanor tried to remind herself. They were twins, after all, and could practically read each other's thoughts since they shared their mother's womb. Bella would find out about the Cullen's secret soon enough, and besides that fact, she was as much of a virgin as Eleanor and would be no help.

Eleanor let herself flop down on her bed with a huge sigh, wholly frustrated with herself. She was still mad at Jasper, not having forgiven him for his lawyer investigation stunt completely and still unsure what she could do with the file. Burning it, however, was still her favourite option. But beneath all that was her subconsciousness, just begging for her to simply forget it all and enjoy her time with Jasper Hale. He was the first man to show genuine interest and her and my, what an attractive man he was too! She had already established the fact that she liked him, a lot, but she still wasn't sure how much and how deep that 'like' actually went. Was it enough to sleep with him? Did she even want to sleep with him? Was she ready to sleep with him? She barely knew the guy. "Oh dear god," she lowly groaned, her thoughts giving her a headache. "Jasper would suffice, you know?"

Eleanor jumped up upon hearing the low timbre of Jasper's voice. "H-hi," she stuttered, getting up from her bed and smoothing her shirt. "You look cute," he smiled, taking in her bare face, her hair in a bun and in clothes that seemed to drown her. "Thanks, I guess," Eleanor blushed as she took him in. He looked like he always did, his hair falling around his face and shoulder and completely clothes, no more skin showing than his hands and a little neck. It was like he was intentionally hiding. "Are you ok?" "Yup, fine. Just..dandy." Jasper only raised his eyebrow before he decided to drop it and looked around her room instead.

Eleanor was fiddling her hand nervously, not sure what to expect as Jasper Hale, as usual, did not give her a single clue as to what he was thinking. He was stoic, almost, although he looked very interested as he walked around her room. It was the same look he had on the day they first met - his eyes taking everything in as if it was vitally important. He stopped as he got to the wall next to her desk, filled with pictures of times past. Most of them were, of course, images from her time as a dancer. "You really were a talented dancer," he noted with a small smile. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't," Eleanor blurted out. "Why?" Jasper turned around with a questioning gaze. "Because if I hadn't been...maybe I wouldn't feel like I lost so much." "You didn't lose anything, Eleanor." "I lost everything I ever was. And everything I could have been." "And there's a million possibilities left for you. You have a whole life ahead of you, Eleanor." "And yet not one of them is me dancing again." "You never know," Jasper gave her an encouraging smile, "Perhaps life turns in a surprising way once more. You probably didn't think you'd meet a vampire either." "No," Eleanor chuckled, "But I'm glad I did." "Oh, are you now, Miss Swan?" He took a few teasing steps in her direction, his raised eyebrow causing Eleanor's heart to speed up. Was this how it would start? She bit her lip, taking in his figure, the way he held himself and the way his clothes accentuated every muscle in his arms. She really wondered why he was consistently hiding them.