jasper | part two

chapter one

(unedited)

The wind was bitter and relentless against my cold, prickled skin. I shivered. The smell of decaying waste and tangy smoke burnt the hairs of my nose as cars and trucks of all sorts whooshed past me in a frantic rush.

I fucking hated it.

I hated everything about it.

But of course bloody prissy little Jasper couldn't have just any old coffee; he had to have to have the most expensive, sought after coffee in the whole damn bloody city. I shook my head at his stubbornness.

My cheeks were bright pink as well as numb and I was certain my brown locks were in an untameable mess. I ground my teeth as I stood in the middle of all the hustle and bustle and waited for my taxi to arrive. Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse my phone began to buzz in the pocket of my jumper.

With the coffee balancing, on one hand, I fished into my pocket with the other and snatched my phone, answering it with an eye roll.

Jasper. Of course.

"Hello?"

"What's taking you so long?" He drawled, a hint of agitation behind the thick scent of morning in his voice.

I could imagine him sitting in front of his trusty laptop, his poor hand lost with the absence of his beloved mug of coffee. Any other day I would have snorted, but not this day, no. Quite frankly I was a lot more than just a bit pissed that in some twisted part of his mind he decided calling me at six am to buy him coffee was a good idea.

"Calm down big boy, your coffee is on her way," I muttered, sliding into the taxi with much difficulty. "But if you keep pestering me I'm going to drop her all over the fucking floor. I'm not a multi-tasker, you know that."

He sighed and I could picture him rubbing his temples. "Just hurry up, Lauren, you know I don't function well in the morning without it...especially when I have to deal with you."

I let out a quick 'fuck off' before hanging up, angrily shoving my phone in my jacket pocket. That bloody bastard had some nerve. I was tempted to drink his coffee just to spite him, but I was a tight-ass and I knew Jasper would make me pay him back. The bloody coffee had cost ten dollars, a rip off in my opinion. Had he ever heard of instant coffee? It was quick and easy, just how I liked it. 

The car was a snail as we left the city, surrounded by the inescapable morning traffic. 

Traffic. 

Another thing to add to my list of reasons why I hated the city. The taxi driver rolled his beady eyes at my mutters and groans of complaint. The bastard was lucky I had the flimsy coffee tray on my lap, I was the one paying him, not the other way around. 

The grim line of my lips didn't falter as we arrived at Jaspers house. I also had a list of reasons why I hated his house, in my head, of course, I wasn't much of a writer.  I threw a wad of notes at the taxi driver and jumped out of the vehicle with a grumble of thanks. 

Neither Jasper or I were morning people, we also seemed to bicker every other second so I knew today would be fucking brilliant. 

"Hey Jasper, I got your shit here," I called out, placing the coffee on the marble bench. "If you don't hurry I'll gladly drink it, I need it. That taxi driver was a fucking douche." 

"You better not." 

I turned to find Jasper leaning against the wall. 

My eyes grazed his body. Pyjamas, bed hair and tired eyes. I wasn't expecting anything more.