7. Reece

It's dusk when I go to Jasper's uni, Valley View University or Capullo family old as shit university. It's a legacy university and you can barely set foot in the place if you're not affiliated with the Capullo family.

They don't know me though. I'm a criminal from the wrong side of the city, Montserrat territory and I can find my way in anywhere and take down whoever I need to that gets in my way in the process of getting what I want.

The external doors are open, so I head inside without a hitch. I have my hoodie on and tug on the strings to pull it around my face. Taking notice of all the overhead signage I tiptoe down the hallways, not making eye contact with anyone until I get to the Dean's office. It's locked–as I suspected. From my hoodie"s front pocket, I grab out my black wool gloves and slip them on, wiping the handle to rid it of my fingerprints. I'd also stashed some alcohol wipes in my pocket, so I grab one of those out and wipe the door handle as well. I'm resourceful like that. Can't leave a trail that would have the cops on my back, even though I quite literally get away with murder so a simple break and enter would be nothing but a blip on the radar as far as I'm concerned.

I grab the bobby pin I've stashed out of my pocket, slip it into the lock and shift it around in the lock until the mechanism clicks and the knob turns in my gloved hand. Once in the Dean's office, I check his drawers for a key to the filing cabinet, almost instantly finding one because the Dean is such a predictable fucker. Opening the filing cabinet I rummage through his files to find out the details of Jasper's room.

Practically everything I need to know about Jasper Capullo is in the file. His family deets, his birthday, GPA, and his course of study. I laugh at his course choice. Fucking Art History. That's going to get him so far in life. Not.

Fucking idiot.

But I'm not concerned with his life story. I just need his room number, which is on yet another piece of paper. I nab that, folding it and shoving it in my hoodie pocket for future reference since I know I won't remember it the moment I step out of this room. My memory is like a sieve sometimes. It holds onto memories and things I'd rather forget, and I can't remember things I'd like–and need–to.

Putting the file back in its spot, I close the filing cabinet and lock it before putting the key back in the exact spot I got it from.

For a moment I think about ransacking the office to show I've been there, but I don't bother wasting any more time. The Dean won't even know I've been here, so it's unnecessary.

I close and lock the door behind me, sneaking down the hallway towards the dorm. I keep my hoodie on and am annoyed at how many people are around in the hallways. I hope no one recognises me.

Getting to Jasper's door, I check the paper to make sure I'm at the right door. I'm tempted to kick it down, but I know that"s not wise. I exhale a deep breath, about to knock when the door careens open. I fall forward, pushing Jasper back into his room as he's coming out.

Sniggering, I kick the door closed behind me. Jasper gasps, his face turning ashen.

"Jasper Capullo," I tease with a rasp. "Fancy seeing you here."

He scoffs. "What are you doing here Reece?"

"Coming to see you," I holler, still with the same smoky tone in my voice.

"You shouldn't be here. If someone sees you your death is guaranteed."

I laugh at him. "My blood would be on your hands Jasper," I respond, raspy right in his face.

"I'm not going to kill you, Reece," Jasper confesses. "Even if you're a Montserrat and I hate you." He's seething, the word ‘hate' sounding like he's injecting me with a dose of poison.

"I hate you too, Jasper," I spit at him in a snide tone.

We stare at each other then, breathing heavily. His lustful gaze on me is causing my dick to strain in my jeans. Fuck. I want him so bad. He's fucked me over with just a couple of kisses.

"Fuck it," I rasp, gripping Jasper's neck, yanking him forward for a kiss. He resists for a moment, but when I lick his lips to demand entrance, he gives in, moaning against my mouth as the kiss deepens. Jasper's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer as we kiss. It's euphoric. His kisses take me somewhere else, to another time and space where we can be together and aren't enemies. Our bodies are grinding against each other. Jasper's dick is hardening, as is mine. He groans and breaks the kiss.

"Damn Capullo, seems you like kissing me."

"I don't. I hate you," Jasper hisses, biting down on his kiss swollen lip.

"You might hate me but your body doesn't," I taunt, nodding towards Jasper's obvious erection.

"Reflex. My body is a traitor."

"Hmm. I beg to differ, Jasper."

"I hate you, Reece," he drawls out, shoving me aside enraged.

"Leaving so soon? I just got here, Jasp."

Jasper seethes, hissing at me, "Don't call me that."

He's so striking when he's mad. "And yes I'm leaving for the dining hall. Supper is served at six pm, and I'm already late."

I scoff. This place is pretentious. "They seriously serve you here in a fucking dining hall?"

"Yes, and I'm late, so please leave," Jasper remarks, opening the door and holding it open, gesturing for me to leave. I can't help but notice the pulsing veins in his rather large hands, his long fingers that I desperately want to feel on every inch of my skin.

"Well, I was planning to stay here and wait for you to come back for more kisses but since you said please…" I pause, my voice trailing off and I laugh at Jasper's rising chest, his breaths audible, showing he's seething and trying to keep his cool. To stay calm in my presence, which admittedly turns me on more than it probably should.

"Leave now!"Jasper rages, stomping his foot.

"Ooo, there's my Jasp," I taunt.

He groans in an irritated way, shoving me out the door before slamming it behind him. With his hands on my chest, he pushes me down the hallway. I love his hands on me.

"Don't call me Jasp, and don't come here again, Reece," he says, way too loudly considering the hallway is full of students. "I'll report you to the dean."

I snicker. "Ooo, I love you manhandling me, Jasp."

He scoffs, withdrawing his hands and stepping aside a little. His mouth opens as though he wants to respond but no words come out, so I continue, "And do your worst. The Dean of this shithole university doesn't scare me."

Jasper blushes slightly, then turns away and heads down the opposite end of the hallway without a word. I'm still stunned, standing there in a fucking daze. When Jasper is halfway down the hallway he turns back to face me, giving me an up yours. His slender finger outstretched like that is a tease he doesn't even realise he's taunting me with. I can't help but think about what that very finger would feel like caressing my insides–teasing my spot–whilst he's stroking my dick.

I laugh, adjusting my dick in my jeans. Jasper has pushed me away, but there's no way I'm going to be able to keep away now that I've had another taste of him and he's shown his fiery side. He says he hates me–and I feel the same way–but there's a fine line between love and hate. Whilst I don't believe in love, I do believe in lust. And Jasper Capullo–my sworn enemy–stirs up a hunger in me I've never felt before.

I crave him.