Jasper was your enemy, and he loved teasing you just to rile you up.

You were busy finishing your math homework when he suddenly approached.

“Heyy,” he drawled.

You sighed. “What, Jasper? Need help with math too?”

“What? No. I’m great with numbers. One-four-three—I love you. See?” he teased, grinning.

You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, can I get your number?”

Before you could respond, the math teacher walked in and started the lesson.

“Okay, class, for your math project, pair up with the person next to you.”

You turned to your side and groaned—Jasper was fast asleep. Annoyed, you jabbed his arm with your elbow.

“Wake up.”

He blinked lazily. “Huh? What?”

“7 PM. My house.”

He smirked. “What? Are you asking me out on a date?”

“No, idiot. School project.” You got up and left before he could argue.

Jasper groaned, rubbing his temple. “Great… I don’t even know where she lives.”

That night, he somehow found your place—thanks to your best friend snitching.

When he arrived, you were already working. “Can you stop eating and actually help me?” you grumbled.

“Sure,” he said, leaning in—his chest pressing against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Your heart pounded.

“So, this part works like this,” he explained, his voice low.

You struggled to focus. “You’re right.”

He smirked, locking eyes with you. “Told you—I’m good with numbers.”