Jasper's P.O.V

I was driving alone in my car; there was no way I'd want to drive with my parents. I was twenty-three years old; I should be driving around in my parents car anymore.

But I still had to join them with one of their best friend and his daughter for dinner.

So this was great. I was now forced to spend my evening with three boring soon-to-be old parents and a geeky girl.

And no, I wasn't just guessing all of this. I knew the girl, or I kind of knew her in High School. Back then our two families ate dinner together every Thursday. Back then her parents weren't divorced though, so this wouldn't be incredible awkward either.

Charlie Swan was the Chief of Police in town, and his daughter; Isabella Swan was the fat and ugly geek that I so clearly remembered from High School. I always blamed her for the terrible dinners with our parents: which I always had to come up with a new excuse to my friends for not being able to hang out with them each Thursday.

He had been excited about going to the Swan's house, my father and Charlie Swan was very good friends, and we haven't seen them in eight years.

I finally arrived at their house; it seemed just as old and left as it used to.

I sighed and exited my car, seeing my parents car already being parked in front of the house, with the Chief's car and Isabella's old rusty Chevy.

I sighed a couple more times, as I walked up to the front door. I looked around for a doorbell, but when I couldn't find it I quietly knocked.

I stared into the door waiting for someone to open the door. I could already feel how absolutely boring this evening would be. And then I heard someone run down the stairs and to the door, I quickly sighed a last time before the door opened to reveal a very fat-looking-.. I stopped myself as I looked at the stunning brunette who had opened the door.
And she was far from fat; she was actually rather slim.

My jaw literally fell when I looked at her.

She was wearing a pair of very short and dark shorts, a grey tight t-shirt with a print of Betty Page on the front. Her curls were obviously naturally big and they looked extremely soft. Her big brown eyes looked up at me through her thick lashes, and I found myself almost drooling when I saw her white teeth bit down on her bottom lip.

And don't even get me started on her body.

Her shorts really showed off her long legs, while her t-shirt seemed too rise a little when she leaned up against the door, so I got a glimpse of her milky white stomach.

I could feel my pants starting to become a little too tight, and I sensed that she noticed too when she smiled to me.

"Hi," was all that I could get out of my mouth.

"Hello Jasper," her voice was so silky and teasing, I quickly swallowed trying to get away with the tight feeling in my throat that seemed to never want to get away.

"I-Isa.. Isabella," I started but she interrupted me, which was probably for the best since I didn't know what to say.

"You can come inside," she smiled to me, the smile going directly to my dick.

I couple seem to get any words out, so I just gave her a nod.

As I took a step forward, she took a step back allowing me to come in. And as I walked past her she touched my arm with her delicate hand: "You can call me Bella,"

Authors Note

So what do you think?:)

I know it's a bit short, but it was shorter to begin with!
(I just re-wrote it!)