Hey guys! I have a question- under the 'Doc Manager' area it says that the uploads will expire after 90 days. Does that mean that my other story, Demons, will be deleted soon? :/
And thanks again to everyone who posts some love for this story.. it's a dramatic ride for sure but hey, it's Jaspenor! Happy reading.
Jasper jogs outside of the restaurant to find Eleanor smoking a cigarette with her coat hood on. She's staring at the ground and looks like she has a million things on her mind.
"Are you okay?" he asks placing his hands in his coat pockets.
"I'm fine."
After she finishes her cigarette he walks her back to the dormitories in silence. It's 15 degrees outside and he's lost all feeling in his face.
"So that's it?" she finally speaks turning to face him stopping them dead in their tracks. "You take me out to dinner compelling me to taste disgusting mollusks and make small talk?"
Her tone intimidates him. He loathed when she called him out.
"It's not easy Eleanor," he softly speaks breaking eye contact.
"Yes it is. Just speak what's on your mind for once in your goddamn life. I'm tired of trying to guess what goes on through that thick head of yours." Her arms are crossed and her stare is threatening.
Jasper doesn't understand where the sudden agitation is coming from.
"I want to know why you were naked last night."
Eleanor is completely thrown off guard that he would bring this up again. She rolls her eyes and takes a step closer to him. She's wincing her eyes and he instantly knows that she's about to give it to him.
"And you know what I want to know? I want to know why you flew to Colorado, why you showed up at my door at 3 A.M., why you aggressively fucked me that left marks on my body for days!" She shouts as her hot breath clouds in front of her mouth. She doesn't care who's passing them staring at them oddly.
Once again, it feels as though invisible masking tape is forcing Jasper's mouth shut. He's stunned. His thoughts simply don't come together.
She lets out a chuckle before backing away from him.
"Do you know what the best part is? Not one single man has touched my body since you left me."
His lips finally start to move before she cuts him off.
"I know my way back to the dorms from here. Now piss off, will you?" She coolly takes the two hundred dollar bills back from her jacket and slams them in his hand before turning around and storming off.
The alarm clock goes off at 7 A.M.
Eleanor pushes the snooze button three times. She has zero motivation to get out of bed today. Dinner with Jasper was pointless, she slept with her brother's on-again girlfriend, and a strong storm was roaring outside.
She pulls the covers up to her chin and hits the snooze button once more.
Finally forcing herself out of bed, Eleanor hurriedly puts the contents of her bag together. She could still make it to class but would be very late. She sloppily throws on black jeans, a white sweater, and a black beanie. A small amount of eyeliner is applied before she grabs her coat and leaves the room.
The door lets out a loud creaking noise as she enters her sociology class. This one is a much smaller and intimate room. The room is dark and the lecture is being displayed on a projector.
Everyone turns to look at her as she makes her way to a seat. She shakes her coat off as particles of snow fall to the ground. Even the professor stops talking, waiting for her to sit.
"Sorry," she mutters feeling her cheeks blush. The professor proceeds. Eleanor rummages through her bag taking a pen and spiral notebook out.
Looking up at the board she can see someone looking at her in her peripheral. She glances over to see Aspen's face illuminated by the projector. She's staring straight at her with a flirtatious smirk on her face.
Eleanor instantly breaks eye contact looking back up at the screen. She tries her hardest to avoid looking visibly enraged.
That little bitch. She thinks she can play me?
Once class lets out, Eleanor tries to make a dash for the door but Aspen catches up with her. She grabs her arm and turns her around.
"Hey beautiful," she softly speaks fluttering her eyelashes. It makes Eleanor's stomach churn. There's something about this girl that refrains her from calling her straight out. She has a gut feeling that she should handle this situation strategically.
"Oh hey," Eleanor urges herself to fake half a smile.
"What're you doing for lunch? I was thinking maybe we could-"
"Actually I'm meeting my brother," she cuts her off cocking her head to the side. "But maybe next time. I'm late, I'll see you next class."
Eleanor turns around heavily rolling her eyes as she struts away from her.
Where are you? We need to talk. Meet me in the library in 10. She texts Liam. He agrees to meet.
Eleanor sits at a table with a cup of hot chocolate beneath her. She scratches the surface of the styrofoam cup with her fingernails. She's incredibly nervous to come clean to her brother but he needs to know. Liam usually over reacts just as much as another man she knows very well.. but hopefully he won't be too hard on her.
She can see him approaching the table.
"Hey Len," he calmly speaks as he takes a seat. He's wearing a light blue scarf and grey sweater. He has a light smile on his face. He's in a good mood ."What's up?"
Anxiety hits. Her palms are sweaty and her heart is pounding in her chest.
"What is it?" he speaks again reading the fear spread across his sister's face.
"I-I was at dinner last night with.. I mean.. just.. are you and Aspen back together?" she violently stutters over her words.
"What are you talking about? We never split."
"She told me you guys broke up," she whispers dropping her eyesight onto the table.
"What's that supposed to mean? Speak up already," his voice raises as a couple people in the library shush him.
"This weekend. I was wasted, coked out of my mind.. she followed me back to my room and kissed me and-"
"You slept with my girlfriend?" he viciously whispers, his eyes trying to search her face for answers.
"Liam, she told me you guys weren't together anymore. I didn't know that you guys were even that serious."
Her brother slams his fists on the table making everyone turn around. His face has turned a light shade of red and he stands over her in her seat.
"You are the most selfish person I have ever met." He points his finger in her face speaking through clenched teeth. "First you go back to that American son of a bitch who ruined our families name, and then you bed your own brother's girlfriend the following week. You disgust me."
Eleanor jumps from her seat and follows him as he bursts through the doors. She jogs in front of him stopping him in his place.
"So you think this is all my fault, do you? She told me you guys broke up.. and yes, I admit even then that was still really fucked up of me. But, I'm sitting here, coming clean. Do you think this is easy for me? I'm bloody sorry Liam!" Eleanor is shouting so loud her voice is cracking. She tries to catch her breath.
Liam doesn't say a word. He won't look at her.
"You don't have to accept my apology. But this innocent 'girlfriend' of yours?" she quotes with her fingers. "She's trouble, Liam. The bitch is crazy and you have to stay away from her, I'm telling you."
Liam shoots her one last threatening look before purposefully knocking shoulders with her as he strolls past her.
Eleanor skips her last class and returns to her room. She lies flat on her stomach on her bed with her face buried under the pillows. Ashley is unsure why she isn't in class, but as she knows from the past.. it was smart to never disturb her when she was in a mood.
Eleanor wakes up hours later to a dark room. It is 7 P.M. She must have fallen asleep. She reaches for her cell phone. No one had contacted her.
As much as she hoped Liam would have reached out to her, there was someone else on her mind.
She felt guilty for how harshly she had laid into Jasper last night. Sure, he was stubborn and infuriating as hell.. but that's just Jasper. He's always been this way. He's always had the most difficult time communicating with her. But one thing was certain. If it was this frustrating for her, she could only imagine how frustrating it must be for him.
A knock on her door makes her jump. Ashley was in class. She prays it isn't Aspen, or Liam for that matter. She had enough drama for one day.
Eleanor makes her way down from her bunk. She switches on the lamp next to her bed before approaching the door. She slightly cracks it open to see Jasper standing there, his coat and hair drenched once again.
Her eyes widen as she pops her head out of the room and quickly scans the halls. She silently grabs onto his arm and pulls him inside.
"Jasper, how did you know I'm not in class? What if my roommate was here?" she hisses.
"Well you're not, and she's not," he responds. "I guess I have good timing."
She snorts and prevents an eye roll. She's honestly just happy to see him. Things didn't end the way they should have last night.
Jasper casually takes his coat off and hangs it on a hook on the wall. His black turtle neck sweater and off-white jeans look damp. He shakes his hair spraying a light mist of water onto her face.
"Bloody hell," Eleanor wipes her face hiding a light smile underneath her hands.
"So this is your room," he says gazing around nodding his head. "And I assume that's your bed." He references to Ashley's poster of One Direction above her bunk.
This time she can't fight back a smile. His eyes light up as he smirks at her.
They stand in silence for a moment. He visibly has a lot on his mind, but she has all the time in the world to wait for him to speak.
"Eleanor.. I came to Colorado, with close to nothing in my pocket, because I needed to see you." He grabs onto her shoulders completely throwing her off guard.
Eleanor looks up at him peering into his eyes.
"You do things to me," he whispers looking as though he's almost in pain as he speaks. "Things that are unexplainable."
Her knees suddenly feel weak. She can't look away from his stare. His eyes mesmerize her.
"You.." Jasper breaks eye contact and looks out the window. Now it truly looks as if someone had just punched him in the stomach.
"You broke my heart."
His words instantly flood her eyes with tears. She grabs onto his hands and tries to get him to look back at her, but he won't.
Eleanor can tell that she's quickly losing him again. His defined eyebrows furrow as he pensively stares out the window. He's clenching his jaw and has the undeniable look of fury on his face. She squeezes his hands trying to make him come back to her. He was doing so goddamn well. But now he says nothing. He doesn't move.
"Jasper," she softly speaks cupping his face with her hand. He instinctively jolts his head to the side away from her touch.
She lets go of his hand and takes a step back. A few warm tears fall from her eyes before quickly wiping them away.
"I never wanted you to leave." Eleanor's voice is hoarse. Jasper immediately looks back at her, his piercing blue eyes scanning her face. "I never wanted you to," she repeats herself.
She promptly throws her arms around his neck and lowers his face toward hers with her hand.
"Don't ever fucking leave me again," she whispers. He stares down at her nodding his head, hypnotized by her emerald eyes. As if it was second nature, her lips are against his in seconds. He wraps his arms around her waist bringing her in closer.
Eleanor can instantly tell a difference. Jasper is kissing her much softer, slower, more passionate. They take their time before she gingerly raises his sweater above his head. He follows her lead and takes her shirt off as well.
She runs her hands down his abs to his pants rubbing the large bulge in his jeans. Undoing his belt she slides his pants off so he's left in his boxer briefs. She takes off her pants and pushes him to sit down on the computer chair.
Eleanor straddles him deeply kissing and grinding up against him. She can tell that Jasper is hungry to be inside her, to take control.. but he's doing a good job at behaving himself.
After 10 minutes of heavy making out and foreplay, Jasper finally scoops her up from her bottom and brings her to the base of her bed helping her up.
"Now it's my turn," he growls laying on top of her softly nibbling her neck. The power has shifted into his hands.
Jasper glances over at a scarf that was next to her pillow. He delicately raises her arms above her head and lightly ties the scarf around her wrists binding them together. He likes the idea of confining her to a certain position. It was a way to take control without the risk of unintentionally hurting her.
Eleanor's eyes flash with excitement. She's exhilarated, yet slightly nervous that his over the top aggressive behavior may reappear.
"Don't move your arms," he instructs her. She nods her head.
Jasper goes under the covers and begins to pleasure her. She lets out a few moans helpless against his touch. He moves up pecking soft kisses on her stomach. It lightly tickles and sends tingles across her whole body.
The next thing she knew, he was inside of her with one arm holding hers above her head. It's torturous unable to move her arms to embrace his body. The only thing she can concentrate on are the sensations of what he is performing. She knows it's going to put her over the edge any minute.
Jasper's incredibly mindful of how much force he's using. He doesn't sense the inner rage he had toward her a week ago. It vanished. Something had changed.
Eleanor didn't want him to leave London.. She never did.
"Harder," she pants.
"I don't want to hurt you," he groans, his warm breath against her neck.
"You won't."
All of her senses are heightened and with her hands tied all she can focus on is the pleasure of him powerfully thrusting in and out of her. Very shortly thereafter she throws a pillow over her mouth to mask her moans as she intensely came.
After cleaning themselves up, they lay back down in her bed. She rests her head on his warm chest as he runs his fingers through her hair. She runs her fingertips along his defined stomach and chest. They don't say much, but for once it's a comfortable silence.
In fact, Eleanor was the most comfortable she had been in months.
The sound of a key unlocking the door made both of them scramble. She had completely forgotten about her roommate.
In the moment, all Eleanor could think of was to throw the covers over their heads. She looks at Jasper whose face is inches away. She pushes her finger up against her lips trying not to laugh. He has a twisted smile on his face.
"Len?"
"Yes?" her voice squeaks as she pushes her head out from the covers. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smeared. Both of their clothes are dispersed across the floor. They are only in their underwear under the blanket.
"Wow- I um.. I really should not be here right now." Ashley hesitatingly looks down at the clothes.
"No- no, your fine." Eleanor has never been more embarrassed in her life. They had just finished no less than 15 minutes ago. And now her poor roommate was subjected to their post-sex glow.
"We were just sleeping."
Jasper lets out a light chuckle as she smacks him over the covers.
"Ow," he hisses squirming around.
"Alright, well I think I'm going to sleep at Jake's," Ashley quickly speaks picking up a few of her belongings before leaving the room as fast as possible.
Jasper pops his head out from the covers.
"Well that was awkward." He wipes his face with his hands, his hair disheveled.
"Oh shut up."
Eleanor leans over and turns off the lamp before turning back to him.
"Now we have the whole night to ourselves," she whispers against his lips running her fingers along the inside of his boxers. "We can do anything we want."
