Imagines/oneshots Book 1

23. Jason "JD" Dean - if some night youre free

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Mentions of blood, bruises, kissing, language (what else is new), and some 'innaproptiate' touching/talking.

If you haven't seen heathers, movie or musical, this doesn't really follow any particular story line. But if you have, just imagine it's at the school he was at before moving to Ohio.

Picture edited by me

Song: Jesus of suburbia by Green day
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"Step off asshole."

I was standing out by the bleachers on the football field, and the schools biggest douche refused to leave me alone.

"Come on baby I know you want it as bad as I do."

He hadn't left me alone since the rumor spread that I was the easiest girl to get with.

"No, go the fuck away."

I mean the rumors obviously weren't true, me being a virgin and all. But he didn't know that, I guess that's what being the new girl encompasses huh: Bad shit from your last school. The thing is I didn't even know how the rumor started.

"Come on Y/N. No one else is around. All I'm asking is for a quick one under the bleachers or over there in the locker room."

He pointed to the small building a few yards away from where we were standing. When he put his hand back down it landed on my thigh right under the Hem of my skirt. I pushed it away, hard, but as soon as I did he retaliated and grabbed my wrist, pushing me into the fence. I was pressed between him and the metal behind me. I wasn't sure what to do, I couldn't hit him with my binder cause it fell to the ground when he grabbed me. I also couldn't get either of my arms free of his grasp. I did the only thing I could think of, scream.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!"

As soon as the last word left my mouth he was pressed against me harder, his mouth forcing itself onto mine. I tried everything I could to get out of it but he was to strong. As soon as he moved his mouth a little, I bit his bottom lip as hard as I could. That got him to back off​ a bit but he still had my wrists restrained in his hands. I struggled in his grip and wiggled my way away from the fence.

"Let me go Ray!"

"You want me to let go?!"

"Please."

He shook me hard and pushed me straight to the ground. I stumbled back, tripped on my binder, and crashed to the ground hitting my head harder than expected. I must have blacked out but all I heard as I was falling was:

"Hey dick head! Leave her alone!"

When I came to, the bright sky was all I could see. When I rolled over to lay on my stomach I felt like vomiting. My head was pounding and everything was blurry. I looked around and was met with Ray lying on the ground unconscious and my rescuer writhing around in front of him. I tried to stand but I could only get to my knees before wanting to double over. I reached up to my pounding head and when I brought my hand back into vision it was cover in blood, just like the concrete next to me.

All of a sudden there was a hand on my shoulder. I snapped my head to face a certain Jason Dean but became very dizzy at doing so and fell backwards. Again I felt like vomiting and decided it would be best to just lay there and accept my fate no matter what happened. I was picked up bridal style and walked into a room. I couldn't open my eyes, I didn't want to, I was afraid and felt sick. I was then sat down on a metal chair, left alone but only for a moment.

"Y/N are you alright?"

I nodded my head no, very very slowly. I only opened my eyes slightly to see a very bruised and bloody Jason Dean. He must have been my rescuer and I was greatful that he was there. He walked over to my side and placed his left hand on my right cheek, slowly turning my head to face him better. That's when I decided to sit up. It was slow and he helped me, pushing me up with one hand on my back. When I was up all the way I rested my head in my hands, my elbows digging into my thighs.

"Your head is pretty bloody, do you think you could stand long enough to let the showers rinse it out? I could help if you need it, you don't look so good ."

I looked across the room at the wall of showers and that was the first time I realized he brought me into the locker room. I scanned the room from the showers back to him.

"I don't know, I kind of feel like vomiting just sitting here."

"What if I picked you up and steadied you once over there."

I nodded yes, slowly as before. He walked up next to me in the chair and picked me up bridal style again and carried me to the showers. When we got under one he placed my feet on the ground grabbing my waist to make sure I didn't fall over. He turned the water on letting it get to a decent temperature before walking me backwards, hands still on my waist, until I was positioned under the running water. I felt it hit my head, it stung at first like any open wound would but it was a good feeling.

I was stood there on my own as J.D. walked behind me helping to get the remaining blood out of my hair. It was calming having his fingers run through my wet hair. I sighed quietly to myself as my eyes closed. As soon as I did it I knew I shouldn't have because I became dizzy again and wound up leaning against his chest, he didn't seem to mind as he just kept working to get the blood out placing one hand on my waist. When all the blood was out he leant closer, whispering in my ear:

"Just as beautiful as before."

I opened my eyes slightly as the water ran down my face. All I wanted to do was lean farther into his touch. I turned myself around to face him, just as close as before.

"Beautiful?"

The water ran down both of our faces, we were soaked from head to toe but at the moment it didn't really matter. He smirked and his eyes flashed to my lips for a second. His hand squeezed my waist a little but loosened as he brought his other hand up to rub his thumb gently over my jaw. I leaned forward just inches from his face and I did as follows. I looked down at his lips then back to his eyes. Just after, I found myself pulling him closer to me, connecting our lips and kissing him almost needy. Panting between short and long kisses. He even backed up into the wall allowing me to push into him, deepening the frantic kisses. When we stopped we rested our foreheads together trying to breathe as steadily as we could while laughing about the situation at hand.

"So, J.D. would you mind if I called you next time I'm in trouble?"

I said through a stifled laugh.

"I wouldn't mind if you called me when your weren't in trouble. Besides I don't think most people would describe their ideal date as getting bloody and bruised."

"You make a good point. Maybe for a first official date we could grab some slushies and toilet paper the quarter backs house."

He just laughed and shook his head.

"A girl after my own heart."