8. Jasper

Walking out of class I kiss Nancy goodbye on the cheek as usual. She walks off, giving me a wave and I feel a shiver rush through me–one of those someone walking over your grave ones–even though it's not cold today with the sun shining. I feel like someone is watching me. I glance around the buildings and courtyard but can't see anyone nearby who's looking at me.

I start walking down the cobble stone pathway towards the student centre to get some more art supplies for my project. It's nice being outside on such a nice day and I sigh, inhaling the warm air as I pass under the archway into the tree-lined pathway. I'm still feeling cold, and brush the goosebumps on my arms to try and warm myself up. Still, I continue glancing around–hitching the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder and clutching it tight–because I feel uneasy.

Abruptly I stop in my tracks at a large oak tree, sure I can hear someone breathing heavily. It's probably stupid to check it out but I step onto the grass and I'm pulled aside. I gasp, coming face to face with someone I didn't think I'd be seeing so soon, or at all again after he came into my room the other day.

"Reece."

"Avoiding me huh, Jasp?"

"No. Well, yes," I stammer, as I try to walk away. I don't have the chance to move even an inch because Reece grips my arm and yanks me closer. So close I'm standing in between his parted legs, so close I could kiss him. And I want to kiss him, but I don't make the move.

"You enjoyed art class today? Painting that naked dude?" he questions me, his eyes darkening. No wonder I felt as though someone was watching me during class too. He was there, in the background.

"No. I'd rather it was a girl," I answer, gulping down the lump in my throat. My answer isn't truthful.

"Really? You don't think the naked male form is sexy, Jasp?" he enquires, raspy with a wicked smirk on his face.

"No Reece," I respond feeling myself blush. "I don't." Again I'm lying–kinda–as I find most nakedness attractive in some way. I think the naked body is a beautiful art form, but I'm not going to give Reece any satisfaction of knowing that about me. I'm not going to give him any indication of my sexuality. I'm still unsure of what my sexuality is. Sometimes I think I"m bisexual, and then other times I feel I'm pansexual.

Reece chuckles. "The colour of your cheeks shows your lies, Jasp." His voice still has that rasp, and I hate–and love–how the annoying nickname sounds falling from his lips yet again.

"Stop, stop calling me that."

"Why? You like it, Jasp."

I groan, shoving him in the chest to push him away as I scream, "Stop!"

"Make me, Jasp," he hisses, then he groans and taunts as he leans in closer, "Shut me up with your mouth."

I grip his t-shirt in a fist. "You wish. I hate you."

"Well, Jasper," Reece taunts, eyeballing me. "I crave you. And I've never craved anything until I tasted your kiss."

I shake my head, still beholding his gaze. "You don't deserve to kiss me. You can't go around taking what you want, Reece."

"You say that like I want you, Jasper," he jibs, his tone inept.

"Well, don"t you?" I question, kicking myself in the guts for such an eager response. He'll see right through my bravado. See that I–quite stupidly–want him.

Reece shakes his head. "No. I hate you, Jasper." His voice is hoarse, and I moan. Reece grips my neck, and yanks me closer, crushing my lips to his.

Inwardly, I curse myself as I give into Reece's kiss again. He pushes into me, our dicks both hardening and brushing against each other causing pulse racing friction. Groaning, I pull back, breaking the kiss in preparation of raising my hand to slap it across Reece's cheek. He hisses at the contact of my palm.

"You can't kiss me like that," I thunder at him, adding slightly calmer, "Here."

Reece smirks and chuckles, gripping my wrist. I fight with myself to continue staring at him. I want to look away but I can't turn my gaze from his.

"Your kisses are like a hit of the most illicit drug, Capullo. You can't keep denying how much you love my kiss on your pretty mouth, Jasp."

"I…I…hate you," I stutter, wrenching my wrist out of his grip. "Leave me alone, Reece!"

He laughs again. "Feelings mutual, Jasp," he insists, smirking again.

I huff, picking up my backpack I'd dropped when Reece gripped my arm. I trudge away and flip Reece off again. I hear him groan and moan behind me, and hate that it causes my dick to stir in my jeans.

Not looking back, I head to the student centre. Once there I quickly select the brushes, canvas, and paints I need for class. Plonking them down on the counter, I give the girl a coy smile.

"Is this all for today?"

"Yes, thanks."

"Do you like painting portraits or full bodies?" she asks, smiling at me.

I don't know why she's trying to engage me in a conversation, especially as there"s a hint of flirtation in her voice, her gaze roaming my body.

"Ah, both I guess. We're doing full bodies in class at the moment."

"Maybe you'll get to paint me some time then. I volunteer as a model."

"Maybe," I reply, my tone flat. I don"t feel anything for her. There's no attraction for this pretty girl. I'd have rather seen London naked and I wasn't attracted to her either. I can't stop thinking about Reece. For some unbeknownst reason, that dickhead is the only person my body seems to have taken a liking to lately. I don't want to be attracted to the enemy, yet I am. I pay for my items, shoving them in my backpack–the canvas tucked under my arm–and I leave, running back to my dorm to shower in the hope of washing away the sin tarnishing me from kissing Reece. I know it's essentially a sin, except it doesn't feel like a sin with him. I'm going to hell. My sins will send me under.