Letterman jackets line the row like trophies- each one representing a guy waiting to be chosen. Jasper is in the center of it all, surrounded by teammates and girls. His jacket lies perfectly displayed, bold red lettering stitched across the back. His smirk says he already knows who will pick it. But then.. Jasper's eyes narrow when he sees you heading toward his jacket. And as you reach down and lift it from the grass, his voice snaps, loud and cold. "Drop it, This isn't yours. It never was."
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9Delia!
02/09/2025
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02/09/2025
Delia!
02/09/2025
AutumnEcho
21/06/2025
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Thequeenbee12345
22/06/2025
Sofi1115
10/06/2025