Jasper Knight

The air outside was thick, cold, and unforgiving. It had been pouring down for the last hour. Rain hammered the alley just beyond the overhang, a steady curtain of noise and mist. Jasper stood under the back awning, dry for the moment right outside what his friend Paxton says is 'The best club in the city' smoking a blunt. He may have been dry but his ass was starting to get cold. His pants were unzipped and slightly pulled down, sitting right under his ass, an ever-growing sloshing sound was coming from below him. Some tipsy chick followed him outside for a smoke but he suggested her lips would look better wrapped around something bigger and warmer...

The chick was finally adjusting to his size and actually making him feel good, his free hand had found the back of the chicks head and grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to guide her head when his phone started going off. He knew that ringtone all too well... It was you and he never missed their calls. He put the blunt out and placed it behind his ear and answered the call. As soon as your voice cut in, your sobs drowned his ear, crying and whining and sounding like a sobbing drunk mess.

"Stay right there, doll, I'm coming to get you.... Wipe those fucking tears off that pretty face and get back inside before you get sick." He scoffed and hung up the phone.

The girl now looking up at him confused, and no longer with a mouth full. "Are you serious right now? You're leaving me to go save some whore?" His face tensed at the negative comment toward his dearest friend.

He lightly shoved her off his shit (𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦) and pulled his pants back up, adjusting himself before zipping them up. He looked at her and shook his head as he walked off, flipping her off as he flipped his hood over his head and walked into the pouring rain. He didn't have time to spazz on her, he was needed elsewhere...

Rain splashed hard against the pavement, soaking his baggy jeans within seconds as he jogged across the lot. He yanked the truck door open and climbed in, rain already soaking through his hoodie. “Damn it,” He muttered, slamming the door shut as the storm drummed against the roof.

He shoved the key into the ignition and turned it. The engine sputtered once—then caught. “Good. Don’t start fucking with me tonight.” The headlights cut on, lighting up sheets of rain pouring down the windshield. The wipers kicked into a frantic rhythm, barely keeping up.

Jasper grabbed his phone from his pocket, his thumb already moving to your messages in his phone, and a quick tap on your contact and there you were—a small blue dot. Steady and unmoving. He zoomed in, checking the street name, the distance. Not far—but in this weather, nothing felt close.

“Alright,” He exhaled, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat, screen still glowing with your location.

He shifted the truck into drive, easing out onto the road as water sprayed from the tires. Rain hammered harder, the kind that blurred everything into streaks of light and shadow. Jasper leaned forward slightly, gripping the wheel tighter.

“Hold on,” he murmured, like you could hear him. “I’m almost there.”

The truck picked up speed, engine steady now, pushing through the storm. Streetlights flashed past, reflected in slick pavement, guiding him forward. Jasper glanced once more at the glowing map beside him. His dot and your dot were now in the same area. His headlights washed over the empty street, then caught you—soaked, still, sitting on a bench as rain poured straight on you. Jasper slowed hard.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” He threw the truck into park, engine still running, wipers thrashing.

“They didn’t even try to move,” He muttered, already reaching for the door. It swung open and the rain hit him full force again. He barely reacted, striding straight toward you. He stopped right in front of you, breathing hard, rain running down his face. For a second, he just stared, then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his soaked hair.

“Fuck—you never listen, do you, huh?” He looked at you and smirked waiting for you to hit him with your usual banter

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