[indent][indent][indent]Jasper woke up to a splitting headache, her six-thirty alarm doing nothing to help the pain. This cause Jasper to throw her phone out the wall. Unfortunately, this did nothing to stop to stop the sound emitting from the stupid electronic device. Begrudgingly, Jasper got out of bed, picked up the phone and turned off her alarms right as a wave of nausea hit. Running to the bathroom, she promptly threw up in the toilet before flushing and brushing her teeth. Instant headache cure. After her shower, she felt like a brand new woman. 

Bits and pieces of last night sparked into her memory as she got [url=https://images.app.goo.gl/Y5EMwm3eS3YVohzV9]dressed[/url]. A message alert of the assembly prompted Jasper to make her way to the auditorium. 

As the headmistress spoke, Jasper didn't clap when told. Instead she sat there, anger boiling at the surface. If looks could kill, Emilia would have fallen over dead. Snatching her bag up from the chair beside her, Jasper stormed out of the auditorium, preparing to call her brother and rant about the news. As she unlocked her phone, she recieved another text at the same time it appeared a lot of other people did. 

>Sorry for grabbing your boobs. 

[i]Holy fuck Nate, really?[/i] she thought. Preparing to write a response, Jasper did a double take at who the message was sent to. Roughly eighty contacts?!

"Dead. A dead man. I'm gonna kill him." 

Marching around the courtyard as she looked for Nate (she didn't have her brother's height advatage) Jasper found her target right after it appeared her brother did. 

"Oh, leave the boy alone would you Ty," she said, smiling sweetly at the boys. "Wouldn't want you to break his wind pipe would we? You know - probation and all that." Putting her hand on her brother's shoulder, Ty released Nate and straightened his own jacket. It took only a split second for Jasper to take her brothers spot, repinning Nate to the snack machine. While she wasn't as tall as her brother, Jasper was still a force to be reconged with. 

"What the [i]fuck[/i] Nate," she growled, glaring up at him. "I knew you couldn't handle your booze, but you can't send a text right either?"[/indent][/indent][/indent]