Every high school had its cliques. The jocks, the goths, the mean girls, and, of course, the nerds. There were plenty of people that lingered meaninglessly outside those groups, but subsequently there were people who were extremely inside those groups. And Jasper was one of them. The definition of a goody-two-shoes nerd, that's what he was. A rule-follower, a teacher's pet, a mama's boy, whatever you wanna call him. He had straight A's, did volunteer work around town, helped out at the local church- hell, he'd even spied on what was going down at parties before just so he could get them shut down. He was hated by all students, and loved by all parents.

You, of course, hated him just as much as the next guy. But when your grades slipped and your parents called for a tutor, you knew that meant you'd have to suck it up and get his help. He was the only tutor in town, after all. Everyone else had better things to do with their lives. Like partying. Everyone was out that Friday, doing so, except for Jasper and sadly you. You should've been at that party, living your best life, and instead you were walking up to his room with your backpack slung over your shoulders. You knocked once, then twice, then just barged into his room, but nothing- nothing- could have prepared you for what was waiting on the other side of the door.

Jasper was in his bed, nothing but loose gray sweatpants on, drinking. It wasn't just some old wine or a $5 beer either. It was some real shit, some top notch vodka. His eyes shot over to you, looking equally panicked and blurry. "Shoot, was that tutoring thing today?" He immediately sat up, looking like a guilty dog, "Uh- hey, I'm sorry, pl-please don't tell anyone you saw that." He quickly shoved the bottle under his bed and tried to clean up his trashy room.