Through Heaven and Hell || Chasper oneshots

School was starting to get harder and harder as Charley counted the weeks to graduation. She still had no problem keeping up in classes, but sitting through lectures surrounded by other teenagers was suffocating. Talking to the other students always left her feeling like she was faking a personality and keeping herself company just led her thoughts to run away from her. Recently she'd realized that errant thoughts could be a dangerous thing.

"Ma'am, I have to use the restroom." she said, grabbing her bag and walking out of the room. There were only about ten minutes left in class and she had no intention of coming back. Lunch was next so she could theoretically just walk out now and come back for her afternoon classes in an hour. She wanted to see Marcel, but she knew the dangers of doing that in school without good reason. Sneaking off to see him too many times would draw suspicion.

Charley wasn't sure when she became aware of the other set of footsteps echoing down the hall behind her. She wondered whether she was in trouble for ditching the last stretch of class, but when she heard the voice calling after her she knew that any trouble would be for a different reason. "Lottie!"

Charlotte kept walking. She didn't even turn around. She'd heard that he'd come to New York and distinctly avoided his name around campus. She didn't want to deal with his shit. Not anymore.

"Hey, wait up!" he called and she finally glanced back at him. He looked so normal. So human. Not like the monster she'd grown to associate him with. She had imagined this conversation going a million different ways, but she hadn't imagined not being completely disgusted by the sight of his face.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly. That had to be the best way to start. She wasn't going to give him any hope. He didn't need to think she might consider giving him a chance.

"I've been here for a month now and you haven't even said hi!" He was closer to her now and she stopped walking, turning to look at him fully. How much of an idiot could one person be? Why would he assume she'd give him a chance now of all times?

"Yeah, well," she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I figured I'd let you line up all the girls you want to cheat on me with before we had this conversation." She offered a tight smile. This was probably unavoidable now so she might as well get it out of the way.

"Come on, that's not fair." Looking at his face, Charley really thought he believed what he said. That she was being unfair. That after two years apart she should just fall back into his arms like they'd spent no time apart. That she shouldn't have been mad at him for his behavior all alone.

"It's not fair?" she asked incredulously. He nodded and took a step towards her, but she stepped back. She didn't want him getting any closer to her. He kept approaching and she kept taking slow steps back. "Jazz, I left." she said through the fear beginning to clench its fist over her throat. She remembered exactly what his temper could be like.

Suddenly her back was pressed against the cool plaster of the wall and her heart pounded in her chest. She felt very cornered as he placed a hand on the wall above her shoulder and her eyes darted around the empty hallway behind him. She was completely alone. She was sure if she screamed someone would peek out of a classroom to see what was going on, but she didn’t know what Jazz was planning to do. Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn’t be protected by supposed witnesses. He expected her to cover for him. It was what she’d done for so long that she wasn’t sure whether she’d break away from the role when it came down to it.

"It's alright, baby," he said, "You were scared, I know. You didn't want to leave your family. But I'm here now. You don't have to give anything up anymore." She couldn't believe that he thought he was the one who should be upset. She pressed her mouth shut and looked away pointedly. She had nothing to say to him. "Babes," he muttered gently and something in her snapped.

"Get away from me." she growled in a low voice, arms crossing over her chest in the little space she was left to do so.

He didn’t back off. Instead, he leaned in closer. "You're mine and we both know it. Why are you playing hard to get?" She could see the steely ambition in his gaze. She was a prize to him. That had to be it. She’d left and he wanted her back and he was just bitter that she wasn’t playing nice.

"Bloody hell, Jasper.” she rolled her eyes. "It's been two years, I've moved on. I don't need you, no matter what your inflamed ego says." It occurred to her a bit too late that she shouldn’t try to piss off someone she was completely vulnerable to, but she didn’t think he’d try anything yet. Not until he had her hooked. That was his pattern. He’d go through days or weeks of being the perfect boyfriend so that the times he wasn’t she’d stay and hope for the boy he ‘usually’ was. But she was done falling for the same only story.

"Moved on?" he asked. "Yeah right. Don't lie, I've been here long enough to know there's no one taking my place for Friday night movies. It's ok to want me back, babes."

"Yes. Moved on." she bit out. "In fact, I'm seeing someone." There was a smug note in her tone. It was true. She had moved on and she was happy with Marcel. She didn’t need Jasper. She didn’t miss him, she just missed the cycles she’d grown so used to.

"Seeing or in a relationship with? Because there's a difference." Charlotte opened her mouth then shut it as she saw where this conversation was going. He’d ask who it was and when she said she couldn’t say he’d claim she was just lying. Besides, she didn’t exactly know the answer. To her there was very little difference, but to people like Jasper there was a world between the two terms and she wasn’t sure where, exactly, she and Marcel stood. He smirked. "See, you can't even answer. If you think we're done, prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you. Goodbye, Jasper." She tried to slip out of where he had her trapped against the wall, but he placed his free hand firmly on her shoulder.

"Lottie." he growled. Then his lips were on hers and there was nothing she could do. She tried to pull away but she was backed against the wall and he was stronger than her. Finally the bells marking the end of class rang and she got a good angle to twist out of his grip.

The first thing she did with her newfound space was punch him in the face. Of course, just her luck, students began to pour out of the classrooms as she did and she heard a teacher yelling at her. "Charlotte Steele! Principal's office. Now."

Charley's gaze stayed fixed on Jasper for a moment longer as he processed the shock. The next thing she picked up in his eyes was anger and she turned away smugly before things got any uglier. She didn't need Jazz's side of the story making lying to the principal more complicated.