Blue Raspberry (JD x Reader)

Chapter 2

Tw// vomit, suicide, and blood

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Saturday, bright out, roughly 60°f. I had nothing better to do so I did what normal teens my age do and went to 7/11 and grabbed two slushies, one cherry, one blue raspberry and went for a walk.

Getting to his house was easy, it was climbing up to the window that wasn't. It felt more grand going through the window anyways.

"Knock knock," I opened his window smiling with two slushies in my hands. He jumped up a bit and almost dropped his book. "Coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know." 

"How did you even find my house?" he asked, glancing down at his book.

"I know everything about everyone, remember?" I asked handing him his cherry slushie before sitting on his bed and taking a sip of mine. "Moby dick? How lovely."

We stayed quiet for a moment in comfortable silence while we both drank our diabetic ice. But I could tell something was up, he felt weird and his demenor was off.

"What happened to you last night?" I asked my mouth full of blue ice. He almost choked on his.

"What are you referring to?" he asked, gripping his cup slightly.

"You smell like sweat and your hair and bed are a mess." I stare at him unimpressed with a raised eyebrow.

"Hm," he hummed. "Well I guess that would make you wonder."

The room fell silent for a second or two.

"You know," I start taking a sip of my slushie. "I've never had a best friend before."

"I've never had a friend before."

There was silence again as we sat in our words. He's moved 15 times and hasn't made a single friend? That's extremely unbelievable. 

 "So are you and Sawyer a thing now?" I ask jokingly hoping he couldn't sense my jealousy. 

"I presume so," he smiles. I was no longer in the mood to talk anymore. I don't know why I even asked anymore. They didn't even really talk, they just shared a few words and smiles.

"Let's go watch some TV," I said standing up walking down to what I can only assume is his living room. It's big as hell, to he fair is father is an entrepreneur and a big one at that. He seems quite materialistic as well.

I didn't give JD time to talk, I was upset about him and Veronica, I wanted her dead. Did I? I'm telling myself yes but my body is telling me I don't. She never really added anything. No purpose. I've never been opposed to murder I mean, but would I really do that?

I threw myself onto the couch frustrated turning on his large box TV, I propped my feet onto his coffee table, if he didn't want them there he'd ask. Immediately the TV was set to the news channel where I saw a reporter in front of a large house that looked like it belonged to someone with a lot of money.

"Today on Saturday January 15th of 1989 Heather Chandler was found dead in her home with drain cleaner in her system and a note in her hand," the woman on the TV spoke in her red padded blazer. "To pay homage we interviewed some of her friends and peers." I immediately muted the TV upon seeing Kurt on screen. 

You're kidding me. There's no way in hell he actually did it. Heather wouldn't have killed herself, she was too good for that. Shit man, I expected a lot from JD but murder was low on the list. He was the only person I know who would have actually done it.

"Did you intend on killing her?" I spoke.

"What?" JD was dumbfounded.

"Did you intend on having the cleaner kill her or did you think it would just make her sick?" I repeated.