drunken memories }} CHARLIE May 5, 2011 20:56:04 GMT -5
Post by JASPER ALEXANDER MORETTI on May 5, 2011 20:56:04 GMT -5
In retrospect, telling someone you have something really important to tell them in private after school and no one else can know about it really doesn't make Jasper Moretti calm. What did Charlotte want to tell him? Sure, he could understand the fact that she didn't want his friend around, they probably scared the crap out of her. His friends, and himself, were the 'popular' boys if you want to call it that. To Jasper, they were just friends who had a lot of other friends and were having a good time with each other. Sure, he knew he could get any girl to sleep with him if he really wanted them too, but Jasper really hadn't had the need to sleep with any girls since the party. He finally got Charlotte to sleep with him, which she had not really been willing to be anywhere hear him before that party. After getting alcohol into her, she seemed more then willing to be another girl to Jasper. How, good of her. She was a pretty face, but he didn't really know why she wanted to talk to him again? Didn't she know he rarely went back to girls twice?
Oh whatever. Pacing back and forth next to his black toyota truck, he waited for the girl to get her ass out of the school and over to him so that he could leave. He made Jas get a ride home from someone else, telling her that he had to talk to someone before he could go home and he really didn't know how late it would take. Of course, Jas seemed to get a ride home, since she wanted bothering Jasper, or asking him why he was pacing. What did Charlotte want to tell him?
He had better be important, that's for sure. Jasper was very very impatient, and Charlotte was really starting to bother him with this. He was going to leave soon if she didn't hurry her god forsaken ass up. Really, Jasper was not in the mood for bullshit. For one thing, Tristyn wasn't here to calm him down at all, she seemed to stop coming to school and answering her phone. Which he didn't like at all. And another thing, a girl slapped him for saying something about her, even though he thought that it was a good thing to have big boobs. Apparently the other girl didn't, so she slapped him across the face and walked away from him. And he failed a test, got his phone taken in Physics, and it was just not going well. What else could make Jasper's day any worse then it seemed to be going?
Where was that damn girl? She should have been here by now. Taking his blackberry out of his pocket, which he got back about ten minutes ago, he looked at the time. 2:15. School got out ten minutes ago, at least! "Where is that son of a bitch? She better hurry up before i just leave.." he grumbled to himself. For anyone else he would have left by now, but Charlotte had asked in a very desperate tone, she almost seemed, scared. What ever it was, it was very important from what he could tell. So, he waited, pacing back and forth; while brushing his blonde hair out of his dark blue eyes