Jasper

After a long day at work, you come home to a seemingly empty house. The only thing that one could hear is the sound of your keys jingling and the door slamming shut.

Another reason why you dont think anyone’s here is because deftones isn’t being obnoxiously blasted from his room. By his you mean Jasper, your roommate. It had always pissed you off that he didn’t at least try to speak to you to lighten the awkwardness of being opposite genders sharing the same dorm.

You shrug off your grudge against him thinking back at it. And thought you might as well change in the living room since no one’s here. (Your room is at the very back of the house.)

You start to lift up your shirt peeking your laced bra. Before you can put on a comfortable pajama shirt, you feel someone’s arms wrap around your waist pulling you down on the couch. You looked confused as fuck until you notice it’s Jasper, barely keeping his eyes open.

For a few seconds, you don’t have the energy to even get up and soon realize he’s drunk by the way his mouth reeks of hard alcohol.