JD x Reader | Blurred Boundaries

Chapter Six - Hey, Jason Dean

         Ask anyone if staying out for even longer tonight is a good idea, and they'd say no. They'd have to be wrong though, right? There's an enraged older sister waiting for me with a baseball bat in her hands at home, and my close friend almost beat the shit out of me. Those are perfectly valid reasons to keep feeding my need for something real. I stare at the dead country road, I've been in a trance ever since the adrenaline of the fight has died down. The air was dry and it was pitch black outside. I feel as if I'm drunk or high-even though I'd never indulge in such things anyway. Suddenly, I'm nearing a small glowy building. I narrow my eyes in curiosity, and as I get closer, I notice it's a gas station. "Huh!" I remark in thought. I didn't know we had another gas station. I slow down, flick my turn signal on, and turn in. The place wasn't too fancy, I didn't know what I was expecting. No gas station has an international buffet stuffed in it. Though I couldn't help but feel my stomach growling in need as I walked through the door. Awkward music played over the speakers, and I just stood there. There were two other people here. 

            A smooth voice emerges from my left side. "Hey." Three other people here. I turn slowly to the voice, raising a brow in annoyance. Until I saw who he was. The boy from the cafeteria. I smile a bit, and widen my eyes in surprise.

                   "Hey.." I smile, looking at him. He gave me a flick of his eyes, as they glanced at my body from head to toe, then a playful smirk pulled on the corner of his lip.

                             He leans on the counter filled with snacks and sighs, bringing his even look back to me. "What brings you here?"

          I shrug sheepishly, feeling overwhelmed by his piercing gaze. "Just.. getting away from it all."

                     He nods a couple times before looking out the window, then expectantly bringing his gaze back to me. "Looks like were in the same boat." He licks his lips. "I never got your, ehh, name earlier today," He gestures with his hands, his voice almost hoarse. But it was hot hoarse. My thoughts raced.

                  "Ah," I nod my head and take a step closer. "I'm Y/N." I stick my hand out to properly greet him. He looks at it and smiles slightly, taking it slowly.

            "I'm Jason Dean." He nods and shakes my hand. We both get a little lost in a trance as we look at each other, until Jason Dean slowly unclasps his hand from mine and brings his hand back to his side. I put mine back too, rather quickly. I awkwardly shift my weight onto my other foot, and look around the store. His voice emerges, "Want a slushy?" 

             My attention is directed to where he is standing now, by the slushy machine. He raises his brows and eyes me. I smile, "Sure." I slowly walk over to the slushies, my heels clicking with each step. I stop walking when I'm next to him, and I watch his every move. The way his arm reaches out for a cup, the way he steals a glance at me before setting it down with his hand on the counter. 

                           He gestures to all of the flavors. There was cherry and coca-cola. "Have a favorite?" He asks.

                  I flick my gaze up to the ceiling in thought, as I put my pointer on my chin. "Hmm," I look back to him with a slight smile, "Cherry."

           He playfully smiles, a hint of flirtatiousness swimming in his eyes. My stomach ties in knots as I catch a glimpse of it. I watch him fill it, and there was momentary silence until I decided to speak up (shocker). "So.. Jason Dean," I put a leg in front of me and drum my fingertips on the counter, "Have you lived here all your life?"

                He airily lets out a laugh, "Nope." He puts a lid on the slushy in one hit of his hand. He picks out a straw carefully, sets it on the lid, and holds it out for me whilst leaning on the counter again. "Ever heard of Bud Dean's Construction?"

                               I pause and think for a second, then nod whilst taking my slushy. "I can recall." I look down at it and tear the wrapper off the straw, then drag my stare up to his eyes. Oh, his eyes. I've never realized how pretty they were before. They almost sparkled in the white light. They were green, maybe a couple flicks of brown on the edges. Were they hazel? I had to stop myself from staring at them and force my eyes in a different direction. I was going to get even more nervous and say something stupid if I continued to look, and we wouldn't want that. After all, this is going so well. I might just have a great night.

              He nods. "Great. That's my dad." He looks out the dark window then back to me, blinking a bit from the fluorescent lights. "There's not many places I've stayed for more than a year. We're always on the road."

                      "Hmm." I nod, taking a sip. I can't help but feel butterflies when he takes his eyes and does another scan up and down of me. He then looks at me, almost as if to top off his move. I can feel my heartbeat quickening.

           "Does the slushy accustom to your liking?"

                       I smile and laugh a bit, causing JD to smile softly. "Yes."

    He sighs and leans back on the counter, and I lean back with him. It's funny how a couple of hours ago I thought I'd be going to some nasty fake party with my older sister. My stomach pangs. My older sister. Was there something in the slushy that made me realize? Or was the adrenaline wearing off? I'm going to be dead meat when I get home, let alone tomorrow at school. Y/N L/N, laughing stock of Westerburg High. I gulp nervously, looking around the gas station, and stand up straight. "I-I really need to get going," I say anxiously.

       He raises both of his brows and straightens his posture, taking a step towards me. "So soon?"

                  I sigh, letting it out. "It's my sister," I gesture with my hand, "She's probably waiting on the front porch-ready to beat the hell out of me. And waiting longer has really tested her limits."

            He crosses his brows in annoyance. "What-you have a curfew?" He scoffs at the stupidity.

      I nervously laugh and shake my head. "No, I stole her car."

               Jason Dean breaks into a small laugh, his eyes glinting with curiousness and mischievousness. "You stole her car." He repeats.

       I nod my head smiling. "Left her stranded at the party tonight."

               He playfully widens his eyes. "Stranded at the party." He looks me up and down. "Look at you go." I get shivers down my spine as he does that same knee weakening thing again.

                      I laugh and shake my head, starting to walk to the door. "I really need to get going!" My heels rushed click, and I look back to see Jason Dean folding his arms and watching me with an amused smirk on his face.

         "Tell me allll about it tomorrow, Y/N." He calls with his hand.

                 "Will do!!" I yell back, my hair flying as I open the door and run outside. If there will be a tomorrow.

(1272 Words)