Non-Platonic (A Jaspar Fanfic)

Chapter 12

This Chapter contains smut... Proper smut. *winks*

I know that this took freaking ages to update but hey this is probably the longest chapter I've ever written and it also contains smut which I haven't written for such a long time.

With the furious burning thoughts in Caspar's mind one would think that he would have reacted to Joe and Troye kissing in some way or the other. But that was not the case.

Caspar did take few moments to comprehend what and why the image in front of him was happening. But as soon as that process was done Caspar simply turned his heels and walked away. He kept the urge to slap Joe hard within himself, he kept the urge to stop Joe within himself, he kept the urge to be one kissing Joe within himself.

Caspar was mad But he did not show it. Pointless is simply the word Caspar could explain. He kept the burning sensation inside him, making sure that he would fire Joe tomorrow. (Because seeing him would just cause the blonde to blast like a volcano) It was almost that he was destined to never find true love. He really wished the thing that he was saw was simply not true, he wished that when Joe had earlier said the words 'I Love You' he really meant it.

But he didn't.

The blonde walked towards his friend Oli, Zoë separated the kissing buddies glaring specifically at Joe who drunkenly held tight Troye again once the two got separated. Joe hissed while Troye chuckled evilly.

But when Joe spoke up both Troye's and his sisters expression changed into a deep frown. "Nooo Zoë, I'm not leaving Caspar. I was waiting for such a long time to kiss him" the brunette concluded himself by giggling like a little girl.

Everyone was spellbound at first. Troye pushed the boy away from him and Zoë continued staring at Joe. Joe, completely drunken, tripped for the second time on that day as his balance was really really fucked up. He hid his face underneath his jacket as Troye huffed and tried leaving the area, but Zoë caught him just on time interrogating him as to why he did what just happened.

Troye gave a shitty reason and eventually excused himself in order to vomit. Zoë, thinking that it was useless to create another issue, let Troye go away and helped up Joe who pushed her hand away when she outstretched them. He himself got up in a rippling motion leaning against the wall for support. Still Giggling.

The brunettes eyesight somehow became much better than before. The grey blurs in his eyes turned back into the same sparkling blue orbs. He easily rectified the person standing in front of him as Zoë. His giggling stopped and a confused expression marked on his face. "Where's Caspar ??" Almost in a singing tone.

"The person you kissed wasn't Caspar Joe !!" Zoë shrieked losing her calm state of mind, shaking Joe so that he could get his conscious mind back. The technique worked and Joe shook his head in disbelief, not want to know that what Zoë said was even one percent true. But then in the next moment, alcohol took over him once again. Drukenly he started laughing at his elder sister thinking that it was a joke.

Now Zoë was furious. She grabbed Joes hand and pushed through the crowds and out of the place. She knew Joe was not in his right senses and would cry his heart out once he is sober. The damage has already been done though. She stopped in between her tracks when she spotted the certain South African blonde with his friend struggling to convince him to get out. It was Caspar.

As much as Zoë knows that She has no right to get into the couples fight, she turned her heels and headed towards Caspar with a stiff lip and Joe, still intoxicated, followed like a little puppy. When the brunettes eyes met Caspar's frame. Joe toddled and stood just right in front of him. Zoë was left behind as Joe did so. The blonde was turned towards his friend and hence he could not see or feel the smaller lads footsteps.