"Pretend I did blow up the school. Pretend I blew up all the schools. If your already dead what are you going to do with your life?"
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A small beep escapes the bomb straped to J.D's chest. He smacks the bomb and it starts ticking down again.
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He opens his arms as if to embrace the fucked up world he lives in. I stand on the steps of Westerberg High cigarette clutched in between my lips.
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"STOP! J.D please don't fucking do this!" he stops. He disarmed the bomb. He disarmed it. I run over to him hot tears threatening to stream down my face. He catches me in a bone crushing embrace. Tears stream down my face and J.D's alike. "Please. Please don't ever pull this kind of shit again J.D please." I ask. My voice comes out small and fragile. Jd looked like shit. Missing his middle finger and a shot in the side. His car wasn't very far from where we were standing. "Jd give me the car keys." I ask. "What why?"he questions god he can be such an idiot. "Your missing a middle finger and have a bullet wound in your side. And your asking why." he gives me the keys and I rush him into the car.
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A/n
Hey guys welcome to my new story um yeah I'm heathers trash and I hope this is good I have headcannons a lot but idk
~isabella💙