Jaspar One Shots

No.1 Checkmate

A/N: This one will be a High School AU.

Summary: Joe Sugg is a tough guy to love. Not that he's mean or rude, no, he's the exact opposite. Joe Sugg is tough to love because he doesn't believe in love. No one has been able to win his love, but Caspar Lee is determined to.

Warnings: Mistakes.

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Caspar's POV

"Hey Joe, here's your notebook, you left it back in Maths," I said, handing Joe his notebook.

"Thanks," Joe grinned.

I smiled and took the seat besides him. Joe and I are best friends. Have been ever since we were little kids. Joe doesn't know it but I have a massive crush on him. It's our last year here and I have lov-liked him since we were thirteen. I don't plan on telling him either. Besides, he probably likes Bryan. He's gone on several dates with him.

"Okay class, today you are going to work on this worksheet with your table partners. This is due by the end of the period. Got it? Alright, now get to work," Mr. Jones ordered.

"Hey, it looks like we're partners!" Joe beamed.

"Yeah! Okay, so you do the even numbers, I'll do the odds?" I asked.

"Yep. Just like normal," Joe said, nodding his head.

I scanned over the questions. They didn't seem too hard. I got my part of the questions done in about five minutes. Honestly, you would think the work would be harder. I looked over at Joe and saw that he was still working. I found it so cute how his eyebrows would furrow up in concentration, the way he pursed his lips and tilted his head. Ugh, Joe Sugg will be the death of me!

"Done!" Joe announced, slamming his pencil on the desk.

"Congratulations Joe, you are now done. Do you wanna medal," Mr. Jones asked sarcastically.

"Uh, yeah, I would," Joe said.

The teacher glared at him. "Well too bad. Be quiet and find something else to do. Gosh, why did I become a teacher? I hate kids."

"Why did he ever become a teacher?" I quietly asked Joe.

"Beats me. But now we have the rest of the period free!" Joe exclaimed.

"Mr. Sugg, I have asked you to be quiet yet you ignore my commands. Detention after school today," the teacher demanded.

"But-" Joe started, but I cut him off.

"It was my fault, Joe had nothing to do with it. I dared him to be loud and obnoxious to see how long you'd put up with it. I'm sorry," I lied.

Mr. Jones was fuming by this point. I was scared he was going to strangle me. "Alright then. If you think it's all fun and games, then let's see how you like detention! For two hours!"

The whole class gasped, but I just sat there with an indifferent look on my face. I mumbled a small, "Okay," then put my head down. The teacher marched back to his desk and started writing very hard. The bell rang then, and I rushed out of there.

"Wait up, Caspar!" Joe called out. I immediately slowed down. Joe hurried beside me. "Why did you take the blame for me? You know I would've taken that detention."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Because I knew that you had another date with Bryan after school and I didn't want you to have to take a rain check because of a stupid, grumpy teacher."

"You didn't have to do that Caspar, but thank you very much. You truly are a great friend," Joe smiled softly at me. Crack, there goes my heart, breaking. The way he said his words with genuine gratefulness made me want to cry.

"Anything for you, Joe," I said truthfully.

*time skip*

"See you later Caspar, good luck in detention," Joe said, waving to me as he hurried off to Bryan's car. Bryan smiled and waved at me. I just smiled at him.

I gulped as I reached Mr. Jones door. I really didn't want to go, especially with him. I figured if anything happened, I would have the bruises as proof. Not that he could hurt me, but you never know for sure. After much debating and preparation, I slowly opened the door.

"Come on in troublemaker," Mr. Jones grouched. 

"Sorr-"

"Just take a seat right in the front," he ordered. I obediently followed his direction.

"Okay, I know that you did not dare Mr. Sugg to get him to get me to crack. I know you were covering up for him. And you know what? You're a good kid, Caspar. I just wish Joe knew all the little things you do to make him happy," Mr. Jones sympathized. 

"Huh?" I in queried, giving him a confusing look.

"What I mean is, you're always doing things for Joe. Giving him pencils, returning his notebook, taking the blame, making yourself look lesser than Joe so he shines out. You might not know this, but we teachers do see these things. And I know that you and Joe have a very special friendship. Anyways, enough of that. Go on your way Caspar, you don't deserve the detention," Mr. Jones said.

"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Jones," I said.

"No worries, Caspar. Now go, get out of my sight!" Mr. Jones commanded, but I could tell he was joking. Nonetheless, I scurried out of there as fast as I could.

As I walked to my car, I started thinking about what Mr. Jones said. I guess he wasn't such a bad teacher after all. I can't believe that he noticed all of those things, either! I wonder what else teacher's see that we don't realize they do.

After a few minutes, I arrived home. I walked in and the smell of homemade pizza hit me. My mouth started watering at the smell. 

"Hello honey, how was school?" my mom asked me.

"Hello mom. It was great! What are you cooking?" I greeted, then asked.

"Hahaha, always thinking about your stomach. It's your favorite; homemade pepperoni pizza!" my mom exclaimed.

"Mmm, it smells great. I bet it will taste even better!" I cheered.

"Haha, I hope so. It's done, so as soon as you put your stuff down, we can eat," my mom said.

That definitely motivated me to move fast. At record speed I ran upstairs to my room an threw my backpack onto my bed and rushed down the stairs.

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A/N: Okay, I am so so sorry for the sucky ending, but this was getting longer than I would have liked, so I'm going to have make a part two. Anyways, I hope you liked part one!