Turning Page - A Jasper Hale story

Chapter Ten

"What were you thinking?!" Rosalie gasped, the moment Jasper climbed into the drivers seat of the Jeep.

He chose to ignore her in that moment, knowing Alice and Emmett would answer for him as he felt their annoyance roll off them.

"Come on Rose, he held her hand - so what?" Emmett asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Alice has seen it all happen anyway..."

"I have," Alice chimed in.

"She's definitely his mate, alright," Emmett murmured, watching Jude from across the parking lot - her smile warming the whole car up.

Jasper smiled equally as wide, anticipating his next meeting with Jude. Her touch made him feel human. Made him feel alive. And he was excited.

***

The moment Jude entered her house, she pulled her journal out from her bag.

Well. She fought with her bag, pulling and yanking at the book to get it out from its place, sandwiched between two of her school textbooks. 

"Oh, come on!" she yelled as her scrambled dance continued for a few minutes.

"Please, just get. out. of. my bag!" she grunted as finally, the journal sprung itself free. She stuttered in shock as the book seemingly did as she asked, before nodding (almost matter of factly) at the inanimate object. 

"That's what I thought."

Giddily, she jumped to the table the book had landed on and began to scribble in the events of the day.

She wrote endlessly about Jasper holding her hand, an act he had continued with between each lesson.

She wrote about how it felt like electric shocks had shot up her fingers, and up her arm, straight to her heart. How he cheeks had flushed immediately and hadn't stopped, and that when she thought of Jasper and the way his hand felt in hers, the blush on her cheeks only got darker.

"What's got you scribbling away?"

Jude's head shot up at her mother's voice, her cheeks flushing again. She quickly slammed her journal shut, pushing it under her body.

"I'm not blind, Judey baby," her mother laughed at her daughter's antics, shrugging off her odd behaviour. "They think it's gonna be quiet at the diner tonight babe, your shift's been cancelled. I can bring you back something for dinner?"

Jude's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded nonetheless. 

She would take her newly free evening as a good thing.

After all, she had a plan.

***

Jude's car rumbled. And rumbled. And rumbled.

But the engine would not start.

She slammed her hand on the wheel, frustration building up in her stomach. She flinched as pain radiated through her hand, she hadn't intended to hit the wheel as hard as that.

She swung the door open, grumbling under her breath. Why hadn't she tried to leave an hour earlier when her mother had still been home? That way she would've at least been able to give her a lift. It did not register that the door had hit something. And it certainly did not register that the thing the door had hit had not felt pain when it had.

"Stupid car, never bloody works when I need it to," she grumbled under her breath, stomping back towards her front door. She'd have to flick through the phonebook to find the number of the town's only repairman - and hope that he was having a quiet day.