I wake up annoyed. My desire to tear Freddie a new one hasn't left and maybe I shouldn't have gone and smoked up, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing. I wasn't even that high last night and Beckett acted like I couldn't fucking think straight. High or not I want to show Freddie he can't treat Beckett the way he does.

I glare when Beckett knocks on my door making him wait a couple minutes before I open the door.

"I know my way to the cafeteria by now"

He lifts a brow.

"are you pouting about last night?"

I glare.

"I'm not pouting. I just don't need a fucking chaperone everywhere I fucking go"

He shakes his head crossing his arms.

"lose the profanities Jasper you know the rules"

I scoff pulling a button up over my shoulders and tucking a tie in my pocket and pushing past him.

"whatever"

Beckett sighs, but doesn't argue following me to the cafeteria.

When we get there I load my plate and Beckett follows with his behind, but when we get to the table he doesn't sit.

I glare up at him.

"are you gonna fucking sit?"

He takes a deep irritated breath and Brody chuckles.

"damn someone's crabby today"

I don't respond instead I keep my eyes on Beckett who shakes his head.

"I think you can handle sitting by yourself"

He turns to Brody.

"keep him out of trouble will you?"

Brody nods.

"for sure Beck"

Beckett thanks him walking away before  turning and nodding at Brody.

"that means no fighting"

Brody chuckles and Beckett shakes his head before going and sitting at a table with some other mentors.

I turn back to my tray and glare, doesn't matter to me if Beckett sits over there I'm not his keeper.

Brody nods at me.

"so you're starting to earn his trust?"

I lift a brow.

"why because I can sit at a table by myself? I've been doing that since preschool"

He chuckles.

"damn you seriously woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I just meant Derek sat with me for fucking weeks before he let me sit on my own, he still sits with me when he's here cuz I actually like the guy now, but I used to get sooo pissed he wouldn't leave me alone"

I shrug, is that true Beckett's trying to show me he trusts me?

"He seems to have more trust in your abilities to keep me out of trouble"

Brody chuckles.

"nah he wouldn't rely on me, he knows I get into my fair share"

I lift a brow.

"you and Beckett are close?"

He nods "he only started here at the beginning of the year, but he's cool. Most of the other mentors are stuck up"

I nod "yours?"

He shrugs.

"he's cool he's been gone the last few days, but you'll meet him eventually"

The bell rings and I go to my classes, mostly keeping to myself not bothering to start shit.

Instead I'm still trying to figure out what to do about Freddie.

When classes ends Brody asks me to go to the gym and I nod I haven't had a good work out in a while besides football practice and it'll help me clear my mind.

We get in the gym and go to the bench press Brody spots me for a few before nodding

"oh shit"

I sit up "what?"

He nods towards the other side of the weight room.

"Beckett's got the underclassmen in here"

I look over and see Beckett with six guys clearly younger then Brody and I, but only by a year or two.

I lift a brow "he's a teacher?"

Brody shakes his head.

"no he helps them bulk up to join the team next year, but they're annoying as fuck"

I chuckle, but it dies quickly when another guy walks into the room smiling at Beckett.

I turn to Brody "whose that?"

Brody grins "yo! that's Derek, my mentor"

I nod turning back to the group as Derek sits down on one of the machines and starts doing a couple reps. I'm about to turn back and do some more of my own but Brody nods towards them.

"they work with the guys together, Dereks got a degree in physiology or some shit"

I follow his gaze and my face hardens Beckett's hands are moving along Dereks bicep as he talks to the boys. When he finished Derek nods and moves pulling up his shirt showing his abs smirking. Clearly making some kind of joke about the boys getting abs like him.

Brody rolls his eyes chuckling next to me.

"here we go"

Brody boos "boo! show off!"

Derek turns to us and grins.

"well shit you think yours are any better Brody?"

Beckett's eyes meet my glare and his eyes widen a fraction before heat fills his cheeks. I turn back to Brody whose rolling his eyes.

"teach your class you asshat"

Derek lifts a brow, but only chuckles shakes his head turning back to the kids and diving back into whatever it was he was talking about.

Beckett however doesn't look back to the boys his gaze focussed on me, that is until Derek calls his name making me growl lowly I stand abruptly.

"I'm gonna head back to my dorm"

Brody nods.

"don't worry having the children in here makes me cringe too"

I force a chuckle and we head out of the weight room. I get back to my dorm and shower before grabbing my sketch book, something I haven't done in a while. I sketch until the dinner bell rings, but I decide not to go down.

A couple minutes pass and someone knocks at my door. I glare, but put my sketch book down and open the door.

"what?"

Beckett lifts a brow.

"you're not coming down for dinner?"

I nod crossing my arms and leaning against the door frame.

"putting you're observation skills to use then?"

He shakes his head before sighing.

"is this still about Freddie?"

I shrug looking at the bruise on his face.

"if you're asking if I still want to beat the shit out of him then yes"

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know what to tell you Jasper, I can't let you beat up Freddie"

I nod "okay"

He lifts a brow seeming surprised.

"okay?"

I nod.

"I don't need your permission"

His face hardens and he shakes his head.

"fine whatever"

He makes a move to leave, but I speak.

"whose Derek?"

He lifts a brow pausing.

"what? Brody's mentor"

I step back from the door and walk into my room a silent invitation for him to come in.

"looked like more then that"

He pushes the door open further and steps into the door frame leaning against it.

"we're friends Jasper"

I nod "okay"

He makes a face before shaking his head.

"I have to go. Eat something"

I nod and watch him walk away before closing my door and heading over to my bed, tossing my sketch book on the ground and flopping down in its spot staring at the ceiling until I eventually fall asleep.

••

I wake up the next morning and wait, but Beckett never shows up. I decide to skip breakfast and run a few laps to clear my head. Groaning when halfway through my laps it starts to rain, but I decide to just run through it.

I run for a good half an hour and end up feeling a lot better. I walk back to my dorm and toss my wet clothes onto the bathroom floor before jumping into the shower needing to warm up.

I get out and get dressed except for my button up waiting for my damp skin to dry, I collect my textbooks when there's a knock at my door.

I walk over and open it finding Beckett who steps into the room.

"you weren't at breakfast"

I nod "I ran some laps"

He lifts a brow.

"you're late for class"

I nod again.

"it rained, I had to shower"

He shakes his head.

"you can't just be late to class Jasper"

I shrug.

"I'm going now aren't I"

I hold up my stack of textbooks as if to prove my point, but he glares.

"are you trying to get expelled?"

I lift a brow.

"I would get out of this shit hole wouldn't I?"

His face falls slightly and I roll my eyes backtracking quickly.

"no I'm not trying to get expelled, happy?"

He shakes his head.

"please go to class"

I nod turning around and grabbing my button up, pulling it on and buttoning a few buttons before going to grab my books.

Beckett holds up a hand stopping me.

"tie"

I lift a brow before huffing and grabbing the tie off my dresser and draping it around my neck.

"Good?"

Beckett rolls his eyes.

"wear it properly"

I glare and don't move to tie the tie. Beckett lifts a brow.

"seriously?"

I huff.

"I don't know how"

He pauses.

"what?"

I roll my eyes

"I don't know how to tie a fucking tie"

He blinks clearly caught off guard by my admitting that I can't do something as simple as tie a fucking tie.

"oh...I okay..here"

He reaches up and I step back, but he grips my shirt collar.

"stop I'll tie it"

I freeze "fine"

He looks at me and nods, stepping closer and starting to loop and fold the tie, but I watch his face. He concentrates when he does it and puts maybe a little too much thought in the finished product, but his nose scrunches and when he finishes he smiles slightly.

"there"

He looks up at me with such a cute look of pride that as soon as his eyes meet mine I can't help my reaction.

I push him back against the wall and let my lips meet his. He gasps slightly and his hands clutch at my shirt. I push my groin against him and he moans making me growl lowly continuing until I can feel his bulge growing and move my hand down palming him through his jeans.

He gasps and pulls back slightly.

"j Jasper"

I grunt and stop his talking with my mouth moving my hand to the waist band of his jeans wanting to feel him in my hand, but he pauses.

"wait wait"

I growl my displeasure, pulling my head back,
but leave two of my fingers hooked in his waist band.

He bite his lip "I don't know"

I grunt "you don't know if you want to cum in my hand?"

He chokes at my words and I feel his dick twitch molding my mouth to his once again. I kiss him like that for a while longer before pulling back and looking him in the eye.

I tug in his waistband again and this time He nods and lets me slide my hand down his boxers, jerking when I wrap my hand around him. His eyes widen and I smirk against his mouth.

I rub his length up and down and his face fills with heat, embarrassed. I can tell he's close and he turns his face away looking to the side, but I glare. I've never cared to watch anyone as they cum from my touch, but the faces and sounds Beckett makes are so important to me.

I grab his chin and turn his face so he's forced to meet my eye.

"don't"

I keep going and just as he's getting there I pull back from his lips looking at him.

"I want to watch your face while you cum for me"

His eyes widen before suddenly squeezing shut as I feel his cum seep out into his boxers. I keep going until he finishes, licking my lips at the sight of his face while his release tears through him.

Once he's finally settled again he opens his eyes and I take my hand from his pants studying his cum on my hand inquisitively, before lifting my knuckle to my mouth and tasting it.

His eyes widen and his cheeks fill with colour, but I just reach for a Kleenex off my desk and wipe the rest off my hand before grabbing my textbooks and pulling the collar of his shirt.

I press a hard kiss to his lips.

"I better get to class"

I leave and head toward my class with my face stuck in a permanent smirk. Making Beckett cum in my hand was euphoric, I lick my lip at the thought of his face and know I'll do it again.

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So things are getting heated! Very excited to have more characters being introduced and Beckett and Jaspers relationship starting to come together😊

Side note:
I don't have an upload schedule at the moment. I was going to do Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday, but I'm just so excited to share this story I might do everyday, unless I start to not be able to keep up on chapters. So for now we're doing daily updates! 🤍

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