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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I walk into the newspaper editor's room, questioning him about the lunchtime poll. "Well, we've decided to scrap it. We're gonna do an issue of the newspaper in honour of Heather. Look, a photo of her suicide note will go right there." He points to the front page of the newspaper and I look at him in disgust. "It's more tasteful than it sounds." He reassures and I roll my eyes.
"I dunno, Dennis, this stuff leaves a bad taste in my mouth." I shake my head, hearing some girls chuckling in the corner. "Like last night, Y/n?" One of them chimes. "Huh? Excuse me?" I question, completely lost. "Oh, Kurt told us of your little date." She says in an irritating singsong tone. I furrow my brows.
"Ok? I left him drunk in a cow paddock," I spit, rolling my eyes at the memory. "You sure, Y/n? He was very detailed." She continues in her bitchy tone. "And you think we can't see those hickeys, hun?" My cheeks blush slightly, and I pull my cardigan closer to my neck. Of course they weren't from Kurt or Ram, but those bimbos don't know that.
One of the newspaper editors pulls me away from the conversation with a quick "shut up" directed at the girl, Courtney. He pulls me into a different room and explains what Kurt has been telling the school. That he and Ram took me in turns last night. Indignant and pissed off, I storm off to class, eager to go home and to rant to JD about it later.
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We sit on my bed that afternoon. I explained to him at lunch what happened, but he seems unable to get it off his mind. "That bastard. That motherfucker." He clenches his fists, pacing around my room. Then his eyes gleam with a familiar mischievous look - uh oh.
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I call Ram to set up our ruse. "So would ya meet me behind the school at dawn?" I ask in a girlish voice, and JD chuckles quietly. I hold back my laugh and throw a pillow at him to shut him up, he catches it and pretends to suffocate with it, laying down on the bed. I roll my eyes playfully, hitting him on the arm and he pulls the pillow away from his face to smile up at me. "Great, it's a date." I hang up the phone and burst into laughter. JD joins me and I hug him tightly.
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