Dear Jason

The Heathers

Jonson, after telling us a story about her cats (there's six of them and she's not married), sent us off to do a lab. As I was going over the instructions, it was clear that Jason was paying little to no attention to what we needed to do. Instead, he was looking at someone. Someone he shouldn't be looking at.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I warned him, and he turned to face me.
"Hm?" J.D asked, breaking his gaze across the room.
"I wouldn't be caught dead making goo-goo eyes at that one," I continued. "You'll have your head in a toilet by third period."
"Who is she?" he asked, and I sighed.
"That is Frances Chandler," I explained. "Call her Frankie, though, otherwise you'll get a fist in the gut. You see, this entire school is dominated by three girls, all named Heather, and Heather Chandler is the ringleader of it all. Frankie is Heather Chandler's younger sister. She's a junior, but ahead of the majority of her class. She's probably the only popular girl in the school who isn't a mythic bitch."
"So, uh?" J.D asked, and I shrugged.
"The jocks own the Heathers," I sighed. "If you're a Heather or a girl affiliated with them, you are jock asshole property. It's sick, but that's how it works."
Jason nodded, half paying attention and half staring at Frankie. She looked the same as she usually did; pixie short hair, a big maroon sweater and dark, fitted jeans. Her makeup was always flawless -not too much but enough that it was obvious she was wearing some- her hair just the right amount of messy. She had her quirks, but no one dared to point them out. She always sat slightly sideways in her chair, spun around when excited, and was extremely interested in the mysterious types of things. I'd ogle at her too if I didn't have a girlfriend.
"She is a nice girl," I told Jason, "don't get me wrong. It's probably not her you'd have a problem with, it's the assholes she's constantly surrounded by."
J.D nodded. He understood, though continued to look. But, see, the thing about staring at people is that they tend to be able to sense that you're doing it. Frankie turned around, and J.D immediately looked off in a different direction. I watched Frankie, though. She chuckled silently to herself and continued her lab.

"Second period for you is writing," I explained to J.D once biology was over. "You're gonna want to go down that hall, take a right, and it should be a few doors down on the left: room 201."
Jason nodded at me shyly and disappeared down the hallway.