Blue Raspberry (JD x Reader)

Chapter 1

Life isn't complicated, it doesn't need to be. School, 7/11, home, 7/11 again, and home again. I have friends who I love but I always feel isolated from them. I don't relate to them. 

First period history was fine, I drew a bit in a spiral lined notebook that I carried around sometimes. The bell finally went off and everyone finally scurried into their seats. I didn't look up until I heard the teacher say something about a new student. The first thing that happened when I looked up was seeing brilliant pale blue eyes stare at me.

Tick

Holy shit 

Tick

Is this what dying felt like? 

Tick

All I could see was him. His mid tone brown hair sheeting over his pale white skin. The way his eyes popped because of the dark bags rimmed with red. He was staring at me still, did he feel the same way I did right now? 

"Sit next to y/n, the seat in the back corner," I turned my ears to the surroundings when I heard my name being said. The new guy was walking towards me giving me time to look at his stature closer. He was tall, about 6'2? He wore a long black trench coat on top of a black t-shirt tucked into black jeans and a leather belt. Sure he wasn't the hottest person I've ever seen but he sure as hell wasn't bad. Handsome was an understatement in my opinion.

He sat down and turned to me giving a small smirk. 

"Greetings and salutations," he said. His voice was smooth and deep. I couldn't help but stare at his pink lips and prominent cheekbones.

"Hello," I greeted him back. I stuck out my hand towards him waiting for him to shake it.

"Jason Dean, but you can call me JD." he shook my hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, the names y/n l/n but you can call me y/n." I smiled.

"The pleasures all mine."

This was gonna be hard. What's even worse is that I apparently share 6 out of 7 classes with him. The only one I don't share with him? Art. Thank God for that honestly, I didn't need him seeing my horrible drawings anyways. I do have to admit though, lunch was interesting to say the least. 

It was normal at first, I sat with my group of like 3 people I don't even belong with and the Heathers were doing their weekly lunchtime poll. I couldn't help but glance behind me and see JD sitting alone staring at something. I get up and throw away my tray full of untouched food and make my way over to JD sitting alone at his table. 

"Greetings and Salutations," I say, mocking him from earlier. He rolls his eyes with a grin and crosses his arms looking at me. I sit next to him and forced my eyes over into the direction he was looking at. Only to look straight at the girl doing lunch time polls.

"Veronica Sawyer?" I ask him.

"So that's her name?" he asks quietly, arms still crossed.

"Yeah, from a rich family was best friends with Martha Dunstock until the heathers noticed potential in her. Painstakingly average until as of lately," I tell him with a monotone and deadpan expression. You have got to be kidding me.

"Can you do that with everyone?" JD turns to me with a raised eyebrow.

"Tell you everything about everyone?" He nods. "Yeah it's not hard, you just have to be observant. Everyone here doesn't shut the fuck up for shit." 

"What about her?" he asks, pointing to Heather Chandler.

"Ah yes Heather Chandler, queen bee of the school and so much of a bitch that she needs a whole new word invented for it," I crossed my arms still deadpan. "Was a loner until 7th grade, that's when she learned that her daddy's money did more things than just buy hookers and bribe teachers for better grades. No one really likes her of course but no one says anything because they're too scared of being targeted."