That was probably another reason why Jules was trying to keep her relationship with Jasper a secret from her mom. She knew Margaret Cooper could make life difficult for Jasper - or his family - if she really wanted to. And Jules didn't want to suddenly become more trouble than she was worth. It was one thing if she was high maintenance, which she knew she could be, but it was another when her mom became high maintenance, because then things just got to be impossible to deal with. Of course, Jules wasn't thinking about her mom much right now. She was too focused on how Jasper's lips felt against her face, and that pleasant stoned feeling that made her feel like she could just stretch out and be happy to stay there in the sand forever. Jules smiled and opened her eyes to look at Jasper. "I give a fuck about you too," she murmured before giggling. "We're so romantic." Pressing a kiss against his lips, Jules slid her toes deeper into the sand before sighing against his mouth. "There's still the backseat of your car. Or... against a tree? As long as we don't roll around in poison ivy." The thought of the two of them showing up at school tomorrow covered in Calamine lotion made her giggle again.
Jasper snickered along with her, having a sudden cartoonish vision of the two of them getting married and vowing to give a fuck about each other for forever. Ridiculous, of course, but it made him giggle even more. Until Jules started suggesting places to bang, anyway, because that was much more than amusing. Fucking outdoors was appealing, especially since they were alone and it was a nice day, but against a tree seemed kind of uncomfortable ... He started looking around them, further up the beach, then turned to give her a little grin. “There’s some picnic tables up that way,” he said, backnodding in that direction. “Speakin’ of romance ...” It was set back from the sand with some trees around it, and far enough from the parking lot that he thought even if someone pulled up they would have time to get covered again. If Jules was actually down to fool around out here, that was.
Jules craned her neck forward to look down the beach. Fucking on a picnic table near the beach did sound appealing to her. Mostly because she'd be fucking Jasper, and it held that same kind of excitement that came with having sex in his car. Being outside was much more dangerous if anyone came walking along. Not that the idea of getting caught put her off any. They were an hour away from home, what was the worst that could happen? Someone spotting them and recording them on their phone... but... what were the odds of that happening right now? "As long as I don't get splinters in my ass," Jules said with a grin before she shifted to get to her feet while tugging Jasper's hand. She barely realized she should have been in French class by now and her phone had stopped buzzing with text messages. Maybe Jasper was a bad influence on her. Not that she cared if he was. He told her he 'gave a fuck' about her and for some reason that better than anything else that would have happened to her today.