cigarette nestled between his lips. book in his palm -- cracked spine, a page or two falling out. the boy had been lurking outside of the library for the past hour, letting his eyes scan over the pages in front of him, but never really READING them. the truth was that jasper was looking for someone. a blonde-haired boy who would be the victim of retribution, who deserved a punch to the face for the shit that he’d pulled at the party last night. jasper flickered his eyes down - reading the same sentence over and over. reading the same sentence over and over. reading the same -- “--- you’re blocking my view.”














