Y/n had always had a thing for bad boys; smokers, bikers, drug dealers, the lot. But none as extreme as Jason Dean, the new kid at Westerburg High. But as this peculiar new kid says, the extreme always seems to make an impression...
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{Your POV}
On my way to my first party at Remington University. I should feel excited, thrilled even. But I just keep catching myself thinking about the boy from school. I'm guessing Remington isn't really his scene. It's not mine either.
Heather C drives me to the Snappy Snack Shack, a small convenience store chain, to get some snacks for the ride there. I walk inside, the bell chiming behind me, and head over to grab some red liquorice and corn nuts. "The name's Jason Dean, by the way." I hear a gravelly voice murmer behind me. I turn to see the dark haired boy from school smirking at me. "But I go by JD."
I smile at him and remark that I didn't expect to see him here. "Aw, Snappy Snack Shacks have always been a constant in my life. Been movin' around a lot but there's always one to be found; Sherwood is no different." He quips, and I let a look of confusion settle on my face for a moment when he mentions moving around.
"So what'd you move to Ohio for?" I question, leaning against the counter and putting my snacks down to pay for. "Ah, you've heard of Big Bud Dean construction, haven't ya?" He runs his fingers through his hair as he says this, and I get momentarily distracted. I nod and he continues, "it's my dad's business." He says shortly, walking away and leaving me confused for a moment before he comes back with two slush ice cups in his hands.
I pick up my items from the counter after finishing my payment and he places the slush or cups down. "Hope you like cherry." He smiles. "That I do, JD." I reply, letting an innocent gleam into my eyes as he hands me a cup.
As we walk out I see him turn toward a motorbike and lean against it. Of course he rides a motorbike. We continue our conversation as he sets a cigarette between his lips and lights it. After a few more moments of talking, and Heather beeping her horn at me, I decide to head off. "Later," I voice, stepping away while keeping my eyes locking onto his. "Definitely," he smirks, taking a long drag of his cigarette and letting the smoke seep from his nose.
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After a long night of getting drunk and being flirted with, I've finally had enough. Usually I'd be partying too, possibly flirting even, but I couldn't get that kid off my mind...JD...what a peculiar case. I roll my eyes at a boy's pathetic attempt to get into my pants, and down my drink to make my point to him, before walking off to Heather.
"Can we go please? I'm feeling very tired." I plead, and she huffs indignantly. "No, this is a Remington party. I am not leaving because of you!" She spits, stomping her foot. The alcohol on my empty stomach causes my spit to turn to blood, so I raise my eyebrow at Heather and spit a blood glob at her cheek. "How dare you!! You were nothing before you met me. I'll make you pay!" She screams before she rushes off to the bathroom furiously.
I smirk to myself, feeling like the bad bitch I am, and walk off, not thinking about how I'm getting home. My house is about a 30 minute walk away, and I'm wearing heeled boots, but that's the furthest thing from my mind as I angrily rake my fingers through my hair and ponder what Heather said to me. 'You were nothing before you met me' who does she think she is, the goddamn queen or something?? I was plenty better off before I met you, Heather C.
About 10 or so minutes into my walk, I spot a familiar motorbike on the other side of the road, with a familiar bit leaning against it, and his familiar grin painted on his face.
"What're you doing here in the middle of the night?" I ask curiously, wandering over to him. "Well I could ask you the same question," he points out, and I tip my head in agreement. "I was partying, but I left." I state simply, not wanting to talk about the earlier incident. "You don't really seem like a party kinda gal." JD raises his eyebrows and I notice their sharpness as I respond. "I'm not, but Heather is. Heather Chandler, I mean." I respond, wiping my eyes from tiredness.
"You walkin' home?" He asks, nodding his head in the direction I was headed. "Yeah, gotta get back before school tomorrow." I chuckle. "I'll give you a ride, c'mon it'll be fun." He nudges my shoulder and offers me his helmet. "Ok, but don't you go crashing into anything." I joke and he smiles before sitting on the motorbike. I hop on behind him, trying to find a comfortable spot.
"You gotta hold on tight." He remarks, pulling my hands tightly around his waist, with a slight bit of aggression. I feel my cheeks heat up as I press my chest into his back and he takes off.
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A while later we arrive back at my house, JD parks a few houses down so my mum doesn't see us. He definitely took the scenic route home, as the 10 minute trip turned into a 30 minute one. I sneak him in the back way, ensuring to close the door quietly behind us.
Needless to say I woke up in the morning bare bodied and entrapped in JD's arms, his soft snores enveloping my ear drums.
