Twilight imagines

Jasper hale

You'd lived with the Cullens for as long as you could remember. Apparently your mother had abandoned you in a bin behind the hospital where Carlisle worked when you were just a few days old. Rosalie had found you when she came to drop Carlisle's car off one morning and taken you home with her.

They weren't going to keep you, really they weren't but Alice had seen as soon as they'd decided this that your father was drunk and abusive and you were going to die young. So they'd changed their minds.

You loved all your family but over the years you'd become exceptionally close to Jasper. When you were younger you used to think Alice and Jasper were a couple. You remembered asking at six years old, Alice had laughed so hard her eyes had filled with venom before she'd sat down to explain that some boys and girls were just friends.

When you had grown older you began to see Jasper in a more romantic light, you thought he knew at first, he was an empath of course. Yet over the years you'd managed to get better at masking your feelings and Jasper being the gentleman he was, had never mentioned them.

When you moved to the small town just outside of Chicago you'd started to come round to the idea that you and Jasper were a pipe dream and at exactly the same time you'd met Kevin.

Kevin was the most wonderful, kind, loving boy you'd ever come across. He began taking you out on amazing romantic dates and he made the butterflies in your stomach flutter. This particular night you'd gone out to the funfair and then watched the fireworks together. When you got home he'd kissed you goodbye on the front porch and you honestly felt like flying. Not to mention how brave that was of him knowing Emmett and Edward were inside.

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it sighing a goofy smile stretched across your face.

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Jasper was angry, Jasper was more than angry, Jasper was furious. He swallowed hard, glaring at the headlights as they swung round in the driveway trying to remember why it wasn't a good idea to rip the boys throat out. Apart from the fact that he didn't smell particularly appetizing of course. A long, contented sigh drifted through the house and he remembered. Y/N liked him. Y/N would be very upset if he ripped the boys throat out. Frowning he considered why that seemed to make his anger ten times worse, and then slowly, it dawned on him. Mouth dropping open, Jasper plopped back into the arm chair behind him and stared at the wooden flooring. He was jealous. Jasper Whitlock was jealous of that- that- cretin! He was jealous that the cretin got to hold Y/N. He was jealous that the cretin got to take Y/N out on dates. He was jealous that it was the cretin's kiss that made Y/N sigh like that and not his own.