A/N: Slash? No WAY! Who coulda thunk it? Well, from this moment on, this is as slashy as slash gets. Don't like it? Piss off; what were you doing looking for Edward and Jasper pairings, anyway? Don't like cussing- well, the plots good, try to ignore it. *grins broadly* If you're not mature enough for M (hence the big, capitol M) find you're entertainment elsewhere. Now go read the fuckin' story.

Chapter One

Fuck. I'm late. Again.

Wonderful, absolutely brilliant. Fantastic. The toll of my coffee- withdrawal was kick starting quicker than usual, reducing me to infuriatingly laconic thoughts. I tipped the espresso to my lips, hissing as the searing liquid scalded my upper lip. I growled vehemently.

What wouldn't I do to just kill somebody right now-

Wish granted. A hard body slammed into me brutally, pushing the air out of my lungs and sending me flying. I caught myself, the crumpled Styrofoam cup spewing its contents all over my gray polo and messenger bag. I whirled around, gnashing my teeth like a deranged dog.

"Fuck!" I screamed, looking down at my shirt and bringing my offender under my heated glare. I froze.

Wavy brown red hair- no, bronze hair. Apple green eyes, like freshly picked granny smiths. Apology and sheepishness lingered in them along with a deep, rooted sadness. A beautiful blush appeared, spreading across his perfect milky skin- wait a fuckin' minute… HIS? As in a MAN?

Jasper Whitlock may be many a thing, but he was not gay. I have nothing wrong with gays, my best friend, Peter, is as fairy as they come, but me?

I love pussys. I love fucking them, I love eating them; I love soft hands and collagen lips wrapped around my cock.

Even as I assured myself of this, I felt my pants tighten as… he picked up his books, giving me full view of his round ass. I almost moaned.

"I'm s-sorry!" He cried suddenly, pinning me with his now watery green eyes. His chest shook with a sob.

"Hey," I said, more softly than I intended. He looked up, his surprise showing. I cleared my throat and put on a blank expression. "Don't worry about it." I tried to sound nonchalant, dismissive. He blushed again and looked down, a shy smile gracing his full, pink lips. I almost reached out and yanked his chin up. I wanted to see those green, green eyes…

"Are you alright?" His musical tenor rang out. I snapped my eyes back into focus. I grimaced.

"Yeah. Gotta go." I blurted, wanting to get away. I surged forward in the mass of bodies that flowed out of the fine arts building, ducking into my room, running away, just like I always had.

Fuck, was I getting tired of it.

A/N: If you feel the need to be uber awesome, review! Peace.

~PH