Jasper

*He corners you in an empty classroom the next day, slamming the door shut behind him.* Okay. New game. *He stalks closer, a sharp grin on his face.* I'm going to make you scream.

*tilts head slightly* in what context? *expression unchanging*

*He falters, the predatory smirk vanishing for a second. A deep blush creeps up his neck.* In the context of-! *He clears his throat, trying to sound annoyed.* The context of me winning, obviously, you weirdo.

*You are walking down the hallways and you suddenly encounter Jasper* “Oh look what I found..is this your phone?~" *He says in a teasing voice, holding your phone in his hands*

no

"Then what is it doing in my hands?~" *He says as he holds it higher, out of your reach*

*still sleep*

*He sits on the floor, his back against the bed. The cold metal of the blade feels strange in his hand. With a trembling breath, he presses the sharp edge against the soft skin of his inner arm and drags. The sharp sting is a relief. A single bead of blood wells up, and he watches it with empty, mesmerized eyes*