Jasper was quite possibly losing his god damn mind. His family stared warily and worriedely at the blonde, his tight grip on the lunch table making his knuckles color an impossibly brighter white.
"Uh J? You okay?" Emmett asked, leaning to touch his shoulder. Jasper exhaled through his nose, nodding stiffly trying to focus on anything except the intoxicating scent of your blood wafting through the air. It was no secret to the Cullens that he had a hard time resisting the urge for human blood, even after a handful of months into his vegetarian transition.
To add the cherry on top, they had figured out that you were his blood-singer. Your irresistible scent dancing around Jasper's nostrils, egging him to sink his teeth into the smooth skin of your neck.
"Let's get out of here yeah?" Alice asked gently, tugging at his arm and nodding to her siblings. They all get up and tensely strut out of the cafeteria, aware of the curious looks they were getting.
God, was he going to be forced to evacuate every time you took a step on his direction?
Jasper felt like he was going insane. Over the past few months he had managed to tame his craving so he didn't feel the need to go on a rampage every time you walked into the room. Only now things were made much more difficult as Rosalie had befriended you and she had announced to the family of your visit on very short notice, the doorbell ringing only seconds after she finished her sentence.
They all looked at Jasper in worry, but he just shook it off, nodding at Rosalie. Jasper was tired of having to walk around eggshells when you were around, he desperately needed to grasp for control again. Although he didn't show it, he was freaking out inside and he hoped that he could control himself.
The scent sent him into pure bliss and hunger, feeling his throat clamp up as he found his eyes wandering towards your relaxed figure on the Cullen's couch. You sat next to Rosalie, painting your nails and droning on about something that had happened in one of your classes.
The Cullens decided to stick around as they were afraid that Jasper would lose control, knowing that Rosalie alone wouldn't be able to apprehend him. Jasper was proud of himself, he was doing quite well until you picked up a magazine, fanning your hands to try and dry your nails.
Your hair blew back and Jasper caught your sweet scent again. It was a mixture of honey and fresh blueberry pancakes. It was odd to say the least but nonetheless, it felt like a drug to him. He tensed up, mind wandering and pondering how amazing your blood would taste, licking his lips hungrily.
Edward, being able to read his thoughts, instantly shot forward grabbing Jasper's arm as Carlisle hurriedly did the same. Jasper struggled, trying to get closer to you, pulling against Carlisle and Edward's strong grips.
"Jasper. Control yourself." Carlisle whispered into his ear, dragging him towards the front door with Edward's help. Jasper gulped, nodding hesitantly and trying to clear his head, fresh air soon filling his nostrils.
You turned towards the kitchen where the Cullens had once been, only seeing that it was empty. Furrowing your eyebrows you turn back to Rosalie, "where did your family go?"
Rosalie looks up, trying to feign confusion, "oh I don't know. Maybe they went outside?" The blonde was glad that her family had been able to detain Jasper as she wasn't keen of having her new friend become a snack.
"Weird. Well my polish is dried- let's watch a movie! I haven't finished Mean Girls yet."
Inhaling deeply, Jasper twiddled with his fingers.
"Are you absolutely sure you can handle this?" Carlisle asked cautiously, eyeing the boy for any sign of doubt.
"Yes. I have to learn how to control myself."
