//Mix of Heathers and Pump Up the Volume//
Changing schools halfway through senior year isn't ideal for anybody, let alone Jason Dean. When he suddenly loses his "bad-boy" reputation he had back in Ohio, Jason reverts to the shy kid he used to be. H...
I sat in writing class next to Alex McNamara. Her and I have been friends since diapers, and we both had popular, bitchy older sisters. Alex's sister wasn't all that bad. She was honestly just a little, innocent, marshmallow that got sucked into my sister's bullshit, but Heather Duke and Chandler were basically fire breathing she-wolves made of lip gloss and gossip. I got a free ride through high school, though, so I couldn't complain. A lot of people say I'm intimidating, more so than my sister, but I don't see it that way at all. I'm harmless, really. "You see the new kid?" Alex asked me instead of free-writing like we were supposed to be. "Huh?" I asked, tilting my chair back slightly. "That Jason kid," Alex continued, quickly nodding in his direction. I turned around and recognized him immediately. He was the poor kid in my biology class that Ms. Jonson called out. "Oh, yeah," I remembered. "I have first period with him. Jonson outed the kid in front of the whole class." "Of course she did," Alex chuckled. "She means well, though." I shrugged and turned back to look at Jason again. He was staring at his notebook, holding up his head with one hand and tapping his eraser on the desk with the other. "He's cute," Alex said, and I laughed. "What would you know about cute guys?" I asked. "I am bisexual," Alex nudged me. "I can appreciate a guy just as much as you can. Veronica's the gay one, and even she knows a cutie when she sees one." The two of us laughed and our teacher shot us a glare. We were being too loud. Again. I remember when Alex first told me she liked girls. She was at my house and we were watching a movie that had to do with sexuality and stuff. She came out to me right then and there. It just sort of flew out of her mouth. I had sort of figured something was up, considering she hadn't been in a relationship since the eighth grade, but it was surprising to hear it come out of her mouth. Regardless, it didn't change anything. She started dating Veronica Sawyer (who I proudly introduced her to). My sister then gave Alex shit for it, Alex's sister gave my sister shit for giving her sister shit, and then we all got over it. Follow that? "What're you doing after school today?" Alex whispered, erasing something off her paper. "Lab cleanup," I muttered. "Apparently that's what you get when you sucker punch a-" "Girls!" Mr. Wilson hissed, and the two of us let out stifled giggles. "You're so not a Heather," Alex whispered, still laughing. "I know," I replied. "That's why my name's Frankie."
The school day went by quickly, as usual. It was weird to be taking mostly senior classes, but I've always been ahead of my grade. Something about the way my brain processes information or some shit like that. I didn't mind, though, because Alex was the only person in my grade I actually tolerated. As I walked down the hallway with my sister, I bumped straight into someone by the lockers. "Jesus kid, watch it!" I squawked, rubbing my forehead where it hit his arm. "Yeah. Sorry," he mumbled, holding out the book I dropped. I looked up at him and recognized his face almost instantly. "Oh!" I chirped. "You're that Jason kid. Sorry for being a bitch. Usually when I bash into someone like that they're purposely in my way." "Mmhm," Jason hummed quickly, handing me my book. "Talk much?" Heather asked rudely, crossing her arms. "Uh, no," Jason mumbled. "Not really." "Retard," Heather called after him as he walked away. "Do you have to be such a bitch all the time?" I asked my sister. "The hell did he do to you?" "I don't think you understand, sweetheart," Heather said to me condescendingly. "I have a reputation to maintain and so do you. Chit chatting with Glasses isn't the way to do that." "He's not a bad kid," I defended him. "He's new. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going anyway." "Whatever," Heather muttered. "But when Jake and Ethan find out about it, he's dead meat." "Leave the kid alone," I sighed, taking a turn towards the stairs that lead to the science wing. "You'd think you'd be more mature than I am." "Says the girl who has lab cleanup for the week," Heather smiled, waving at me as she continued down the hallway. Sometimes Heather and I get along. Sometimes we pull each other's hair out. It's a 50-50 type of relationship. You know, a love-hate sort of thing.
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