Jasper blew some air out from between his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He’d taken it down at some point in the night and it was pretty mussed from him fucking with it in frustration over and over again. What was it with all the damn girls tonight? Even this one, getting all nosy. Not that he didn’t know where it was coming from, he was sure every person in the fucking party had heard what had happened by now. “Yes, Jules,” he grumbled. “Though not like ... I dunno, officially. But yeah, I guess.” He winced a little saying it, since he’d just claimed her as his girlfriend a few seconds ago, but really, it wasn’t official yet, and Jasper wasn’t even one hundred percent positive Jules would want him telling people they were going out already.
Jen knew she was probably bothering him but she was bored and her phone was low on batteries so... why not. "And Ruby?" she asked, a little surprised he hadn't stalked off yet. This was at least more interesting than the drunk frat-wannabes inside and it sure was more innocuous than finding corpses. That had garnered some gossip too, of course, and now Jackson had left town and she felt a little lost dealing with it on her own. High school drama was, she supposed, a nice distraction.
“And Ruby’s a friend,” Jasper snapped. He’d said it ten thousand times to Jules in the past hour, he was getting pretty fucking sick of saying it. He scowled at Jen. “Not that it’s any of your business. Who are you again?” he asked derisively. She already seemed to him like one of those doomy ‘weird’ girls who skulked around and stared at everybody and picked up dead birds and shit. Jasper had dated one of those girls once, she had seriously creeped him out sometimes. Now he had to wonder if she knew more than he’d ever given her credit for, but that was neither here nor there.
"Nobody," Jen said with another shrug. She didn't feel like getting into how she was the sheriff's daughter or 'corpse girl' or whatever else he might associate with her. If he didn't know who she was that was fine. She knew she had a class with him but he'd only shown up a handful of times. "A bored nobody. Just waiting for my brother to be ready to go home." She didn't really take his tone to heart having expected him to get snappy far sooner than he actually did.
Jasper wasn’t in school enough to hear a lot of the gossip that went around, and he’d just tagged this girl as New and Uninteresting in his brain. A flat, cardboard Jen who he would only share space with him for a handful of months and then be gone from his life once they graduated. In a town this small, that wasn’t always true, but Jasper had the weird impression that pretty much everybody he knew from school would end up leaving town. Most of them had plans, while he would still be washing dishes at the Shack, probably. Waiting to inherit his dad’s share of the bar. Whatever bullshit was in his future. “Well mind your fuckin’ business,” Jasper muttered sourly. He started to walk off, thinking he might have a wander out in the yard, where it was quieter.
So much for alleviating her boredom Jen thought with a sigh as she watched him walk away. So he was as much of an asshole as everyone said he was, fair enough. She flipped the finger at his retreating back and quirked her brows as she picked up her half-dead phone again. "Good luck with your girls," she said a little sarcastically but by the looks of it he needed all the luck he could get.
He heard her, and he lifted his own middle finger up over his shoulder as he stepped down onto the grass. That was all Jasper wanted to say about it, and now he was really wishing that everybody would just fuck off and go home. He might smoke another cigarette or two out in the yard and then try to find somebody who had more weed before he once again tracked down Jules, his pissy semi-girlfriend.