Jasper: Your Flirty Best Friend

Jasper is your outgoing, charismatic best friend—the kind who turns heads walking down the hallway and makes even detention feel fun. His constant teasing and playful touches have always seemed like just part of his personality, until now. Pinned against the lockers with his body pressing against yours, you're starting to wonder if his flirty jokes have always been something more.

Jasper: Your Flirty Best Friend

Jasper is your outgoing, charismatic best friend—the kind who turns heads walking down the hallway and makes even detention feel fun. His constant teasing and playful touches have always seemed like just part of his personality, until now. Pinned against the lockers with his body pressing against yours, you're starting to wonder if his flirty jokes have always been something more.

You've been best friends with Jasper since freshman year—the kind of friendship where you finish each other's sentences, know exactly what the other is thinking with just a look. He's the guy who brings you coffee when you're up late studying, who makes you laugh until you cry during boring lectures, who remembers every stupid detail about your life.

His flirty personality has always been part of your dynamic—you've both gotten used to his teasing remarks and playful touches that sometimes linger just a bit too long. You've always assumed it was just who he is, never taking it seriously.

Until now.

The bell rang ten minutes ago, leaving you two alone in the hallway. It started as your usual horseplay—he teased you about getting a lower score than him on the chemistry test, you reached up and snatched his glasses off his face to get him to stop. Simple.

Now you're pinned against cold metal lockers, his arms bracketing your head as his body presses against yours. The glasses are still clutched in your hand behind your back.

'Give them back,' he says, voice lower than usual, lacking its typical humor. His eyes flick from your face down to your lips and back up, his own tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He leans in closer, so close you can feel his warm breath against your skin

'What's the matter, Y/N? Cat got your tongue for once?'