A Boy From Manning Heights ✔️

Chapter Three | Jasper

Beckett left and I shift my jaw pissed. Why did I do that? I hadn't meant to do..any of that.

All day I was pissed about what that asshole Freddie said to Beckett and then at football practice that blonde chick was hanging all over him and it pissed me off more. I couldn't even focus on anything else he asked just needing to know who she was, why she was hanging off of him.

I groan, I'm not gay and even if I am I'm not gay for Beckett he's a fucking rich daddy's boy from the east side. A hot boy from the east side, but still no. This has got to be some kind of fucking phase.

I'll sleep it off.

I don't go down for dinner instead I stay in my room and try to ignore the fact that the tent in my pants has yet to go down since he left and that if he came back I likely couldn't stop myself from continuing where we left off.

I flip over in bed and squeeze my eyes shut the sooner I fall asleep the sooner I'll wake up back to normal and not attracted to my fucking mentor.

I wake up the next morning to someone knocking on my door.

"Uh Jasper? It's 8:00am breakfasts starting"

My eyes pop open at the sound of his voice and I tense grunting.

"yeah yeah"

He doesn't respond and I get up walking to my closet and pulling out the stupid fucking uniform before turning towards the shower and calling through the door.

"go. I'll meet you fucking down there"

He doesn't answer for a minute before mumbling.

"okay..don't take too long you'll be late for class"

I roll my eyes "whatever"

He doesn't say anything about my response and I head into the bathroom stripping down and showering before pulling on the stupid dress pants button up.

I leave the tie undone, hanging loosely around my neck and my top buttons undone, if I have to wear the fucking thing I'll wear it my way.

I run a hand through my hair and head down to the dining hall sucking in a breath when I see Beckett sitting with Brody. It's fine, I'll just act like it never happened.

I head to the counter and grab some food before sitting down next to Beckett with plenty of space between us.

He looks up and I narrow my eyes at how his cheeks tinge pink, turning my focus on my food.

Brody doesn't notice any different and nods at me.

"hey man"

I swallow down my eggs and lift my fork towards him.

"What up?"

He chuckles.

"not much, you good?"

I look up at him and lift a brow gesturing for him to elaborate, but he nods his head toward Beckett who looks between us.

"this is about the fight?"

Brody's eyes widen.

"oh shit! He found out?! I guess makes sense hard to explain that killer black eye"

I nod "yeah"

He chuckles "Freddie found out too and from what I hear, he's pissed so maybe avoid him a while"

I smirk dropping my fork on my plate.

"Why? Freddie's who I wanted in the first place"

Beckett shakes his head.