Hacked | Jaspar

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••••CASPARS POV••••

"I didn't fucking cheat on Joe!" I screamed to no one in particular, but Brett just so happened to be sitting on my floor right next to me. As I was in the middle of yelling out the truth, I threw my computer against the wooden base of my bed, then turned to Brett. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the computer screen shatter and I heard the loud smash of it as it hit the floor again. I watched Brett jump in shock. It made me happy seeing the glow of the screen fade to black, because now I wouldn't have to face all the questions asking about my horrible breakup.

"Caspar I know you didn't. Why would you say that?" Brett was staring at me, then placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me down, which maybe I needed to do. I remember whenever I was feeling a certain way, I would tell Joe everything that was making me uncomfortable, happy, sad, angry, confused, or any emotion at all. Joe would listen, and then when I was done, it would feel like the world was lifted off my shoulders, and I would calm down. Unfortunately, the boy sitting next to me was not Joe, but maybe if I let everything spill I would feel better.

It was time to let everything out. The tears, how I felt, and everything that was bottled up inside of me and taking over my mind.

"I asked all the viewers for questions and the only questions I'm getting are, 'why did you cheat on Joe?' and it's just so unfair, you know? Like absolutely no one except for you knows my side of the story. Not even Joe. He thinks I cheated on him and that makes me so sad because I would do everything in the world to make him happy. And I let him down. I guess I kind of deserved it, but I wish that he would know the truth and not jump to conclusions. I'm not mad, either, just upset because the worst part is, I still love Joe, and I can't forget him. Not that I would want to, but it's going to be hard to move on if he doesn't come back."

By the end I was sobbing, and I wished someone was there to comfort me. There was Brett, but he wasn't Joe. Instead of hugging me, or asking me to play a game of FIFA to get my mind off of everything, or chatting with me like Joe would have done, Brett smirked at me. His dark eyes were far from comforting as he stared at me.

"Then I guess I'll just have to help you forget." He spoke seductively in my ear, then leaned in so that our lips were almost touching, but I knew what he was doing by now. He wanted to ruin everything I ever had between me and Joe, and I couldn't let him. This happened before, and I'm not letting it happen again. If this was Joe who's lips were about to connect with mine, I would have let it happen, but this wasn't Joe. This was Brett.

I took both my hands and placed them on the center of Brett's chest, and with all my strength, I pushed him off. He landed on the floor next to my broken computer, and I hoped the non-playful shove would have given him a hint, but I could never be too sure.

This isn't Joe.

This isn't Joe.

This isn't Joe.

The voice inside my head was screaming it faster and faster each time.

"I appreciate your concern, Brett, but you need to get the hell off of me. All I need your help with is figuring out who the hacker is, and nothing more."

This isn't Joe.

As I was saying that, Brett got back up onto his knees and spoke again, in the same seductive voice.

"Oh, Caspar, you know that's not true. You need all the help you can get." He leaned in faster this time, so all I had time to do was yell "stop!" before I was interrupted, but not by my lips connecting with someone else's, but by the door swinging open. The voice that was heard the second after my door opened was all too familiar and I didn't have to see the person to know who it was.

"He said get off of him."

This is Joe.

••••JOES POV••••
I opened the door to our house with the spare key that we keep under the mat, and ran in. Then I heard a loud crash, which made me panic.

It sounded like something had broken, so I started running down the stairs to Caspar's room where I was almost positive I heard the noise come from. My hand was now on the metal handle of Caspar's room door, but I didn't open it because I heard voices. I knew it was wrong, but I had to listen to what was going on.

First, I heard a voice that I had heard before, but couldn't pinpoint exactly who it was. They said:

"I know you didn't Caspar. Why would you say that?"

Then I heard the voice that I knew would come next, the voice that I was always longing to hear, and the voice that I still loved. But the voice said something I had never expected to hear in a long time.

"I asked all the viewers for questions and the only questions I'm getting are, 'why did you cheat on Joe?' and it's just so unfair, you know? Like absolutely no one except for you knows my side of the story. Not even Joe. He thinks I cheated on him and that makes me so sad because I would do everything in the world to make him happy. And I let him down. I guess I kind of deserved it, but I wish that he would know the truth and not jump to conclusions. I'm not mad, either, just upset because the worst part is, I still love Joe, and I can't forget him. Not that I would want to, but it's going to be hard to move on if he doesn't come back." I also heard the sobbing of Caspar, and felt guiltier than I had ever felt my entire life. Realization hit me like a truck.

Caspar didn't cheat on me. Caspar still loves me. Caspar wants me to be happy. And I jumped to conclusions and thought that everything was the opposite of what he just said.

I wanted to call out "Caspar I'm here! I love you!" But I couldn't. I needed to wait for the right time, and I wanted to keep listening to the conversation.

"Then I'll just have to make you forget."

Was this boy about to kiss Caspar? That's what it sounded like.

Don't do it Caspar.

And then as if almost reading my mind, I heard a loud thud, and then Caspar's angry tone that I knew too well.

"I appreciate your concern, Brett, but you need to get the hell off of me. All I need your help with is figuring out who the hacker is, and nothing more."

Brett. I knew I recognized the voice.

The guilty thought rushed back. Nothing that happened in the past two days was Caspar's fault. Caspar is telling me the truth. All he wanted to do was find out who the hacker is, but Brett won't get off of him. Caspar obviously never cheated on me, and I accused him for everything. I was such an idiot.

All this is my fault, not Caspar's.

I heard Brett's sickening voice again, saying, "oh, Caspar, you know that's not true. You need all the help you can get."

Yes he does. He needs help getting away from you. And I can work with that.

"Stop!" Caspar was yelling, and when I knew he finally needed backup, I lost it. I swung the door open as hard as I could, looked Brett directly in the eyes, and stood up for the boy I loved.

"He said get off of him."