How gay- I mean how may I help you?

Get To Know You

I never noticed how calloused Jasper's hands were until he held my hand all the way to the parking lot. I was really starting to calm down until I saw what Jasper rode to school.

"A motorcycle," I said, letting my grip drop from his hand.

He turns back to me, his hair flying in the wind, "Yes. I rebuilt it myself," he replies casually. 

"Re-rebuilt?" I look at him, dumbfounded."

"What?" He scratches the back of his neck, looking nervous.

I grab at his collar and shake him, "You're fucking amazing, that's what." A huge grin is planted on my face, and it must be contagious because it grows on his face too. I look down at his lips, wanting badly to kiss him.

But then I look around and realize where I am and how bad this would look to anyone else who could see us. I let go of his collar and grab my wrists to keep from smoothing it over, "Sorry."

"No need to be sorry," he mumbles, "Now get on the bike."

"You're not the boss of me," I mock and go to turn around. He grabs my elbow and pulls me back.

"I highly doubt that." His breath fans across my face and it smells like beans and something else I don't know of.

I take in the whole of his form. His contrasting green eyes, skinny jeans and dark boots. This man is the beginning to a whole new me. I look back up to him, he's only 3 inches taller but it's like he towers over me.

"You're lucky I love long hair or else I'd never date you." I dare.

His eyebrows shoot up and he smirks, "Oh so you'd date me? We're moving fast already. Not exactly the way I like it but I'll make an exception." He winks at me knowingly and I blush madly.

"That's not- that's-"

"Sure Bean."

"B-Bean?" I swear Jasper is the only person in this entire school who can make me blush or stutter. (Trick doesn't count.) 

"Yeah," He comes forward to me, brushing my hair out of my eyes and making my nerves crash, "They call you Bone, I call you Bean. Like a small person. Smol Bean."

The whole time I was staring up at him in astonishment, until it turned into a glare, "Small! Bean? I am not small!" I practically throw a fit.

"Well you kind of are. And you're obviously a small kid."

"And I'm not a kid!" I throw my pointing finger out at him, trying really hard to keep the whining out of my voice and put my more masculine side into it.

"You're acting like one." 

It affects me greatly to notice what I'm doing to myself and what I look like. I groan and cover my face.

"Aw, Smol Bean want a kiss to make it all better?" He mocks me and gives me a 'I'm A Mom' voice.

I push at his chest automatically, "I really think we should get out of here."

"Why?" He laughs at me. 

"I don't want any witnesses."

His face falls and hardens, "Wow, for what because you're g-"

"Because I might fucking kill you for calling me small." 

We're so close it's almost tempting to push forward and bite his jawline. (Ik weird) He's trying hard to keep a straight face before his wall falls and he's giggling at me again.

I try not to let my smile show, but it obviously does, "God you're adorable."

He stops abruptly, "I'm not adorable." He's still clutching his stomach as he hops on his bike.