Random One Shots

Jason Dean - Heathers

Jason Dean x Reader : Dangerous is a Good Look

Sooo...has anyone out there watched Heathers? Either the musical or the movie? Because JD is probably my biggest "bad guy" crush right next to Roman Torchwick and Jonathan Crane. If you're interested in watching either the movie or musical both are on YouTube, I'd strongly recommend it. I'm mostly writing this for me, but hopefully there are some of you out there that can enjoy this.

This is actually kinda shitty, but I had the idea in my head and had to write it.

(Y/N) = Your Name.

Disclaimer: I do not own JD or anything from Heathers.

You were sitting near the back of the cafeteria in Westerberg High School; head down as you scribbled away at your small black notebook. You were sitting at a fairly empty table, though two of your friends were there, bickering away about a party they had gone to the previous weekend. You hadn't gone, seeing as civilization wasn't really your thing. People suck.

More specifically, high school sucks. The classes are alright, but teenagers....well we're all horrible people. Assholes. There are so few good people, and they usually get corrupted. At the bottom of the food chain was usually where the good people sat, namely the nerds, or people like you. And at the top, you had the jocks, the cheerleaders and...the Heathers. Heather D., Heather M., and the queen, Heather C. Recently they also had Veronica Sawyer joining their rank, and she fit right in. They were all bitches who deserved to die, in your opinion, but you didn't have the right to make that decision. You certainly wouldn't cry if they got hit by a bus though...

"Hey, (Y/N)" the friend on your left whispered quietly to you, breaking your thoughts of murder. "Don't look now, but the new kid is staring at you."

Well of course, at that, your head shot up and you gazed around the cafeteria before your eyes landed on the kid in question.

He had arrived today, his dark hair contrasting against his paler skin, dressed in a slightly ratty but attractive black trench coat and his eyes gleaming...and directed at you.

When you realized you were staring at his eyes for longer than necessary your head shot back down, blush crossing your face.

"I told you not to look!" your friend scolded you jokingly, giggling at your embarrassment.

"Which made me want to look!" you shot back. "Has he stopped staring?"

"No, he seems to have taken quite the interest in you," the friend across from you giggled as well. "His name is Jason Dean; he's in my American History."

"He's gorgeous," you sighed under your breath, starting to write again and fighting the urge to look back up at the new kid. You clued into the fact that he was probably within listening range.

"He's a quiet freak in the back of the class," Friend #2 laughed out.

"He's new," you defended him. "Besides, is there a problem with being quiet in the back of the class?" you raised your eyebrow at her, seeing as that was exactly what you are.

"That's not what I mean, (Y/N)," Friend #2 sighed. "And prepare yourself. Bitch #1 and her groupie are approaching."

"Hello girls," Heather Chandler drawled as she walked up to your table, Veronica following quietly behind. "We have a lunchtime poll for you."