Dear Jason

Radio

***VERONICA'S POV***

A week later, I was somehow able to convince J.D to co-host the school radio station with me. He was a great thinker, but had little interest in what was going on around the school. He was more opinionated, I guess.
"I don't really know how I feel about it," J.D started. "I mean, sure I could do opinion stuff but I'm not really one to put myself out there."
"Use a pen name!" I said. "Duh. That's what I do. If I didn't, I'd be in some serious shit."
Jason shrugged, and I nudged him in the chest. "C'mon," I bugged. "You've got some good ideas."
"Hey, hey," he chuckled, swatting me away. "Alright. Alright I'll do it."
"Yes," I replied proudly, "you sitting with anyone new at lunch?"
"You know the answer to that question," J.D sighed, pushing up his glasses slightly.
"I don't know why you haven't bothered making friends yet," I said to him, grabbing us both a lunch tray. "I mean, you're not weird or anything."
"I told you," he said, putting food on his tray, "I'm not the kind of person to put myself out there. I'm fine just being in my own bubble."
"This isn't putting yourself out to the world," I said to him. "It's high school."
"Exactly," he replied, and he followed me to a table.
Alex had said she was going to sit with us at lunch today. She would typically bring me over to sit with the Heathers and crew, but knew that I didn't want to leave Jason behind all alone.
"'Sup small fry," Alex smiled, plopping down next to me.
"I am bigger than you," I replied, and she laughed.
She pecked me on the cheek and took a bite out of her lunch. It was pizza day.
"So you're that Jason kid, yeah?" Alex asked J.D, who simply nodded.
"He doesn't talk much," I explained, and J.D chuckled and shook his head.
"Maybe I just don't have much to say," he explained, beginning to eat his own lunch.
"Yeah yeah," I said. "So what's new with the Heathers and crew?"
"Duke got a boob job," Alex started. "My sister is still fighting with Jake, Chandler seems to have not a care in the world, and little Chandler is failing math and sucker punching jocks."
"Sounds about right," I nodded, and J.D perked up.
"Little Chandler?" he asked, and Alex nodded.
"Frankie," she explained. "Apparently Ethan was giving her a bit of a hard time behind the bleachers a few weeks ago. She got him hard in the eye, he ratted, and now she's got lab cleanup duty for the week."
"Frances straight up punched Ethan?!" I laughed, and Alex nodded.
"About time, yeah?" she laughed. "The pervert's been trying to get his hands in her pants since she was a freshman. It sucks, though, because she got a lot of crap from her sister and Duke. You know, the whole 'Heathers are jock property' thing. Apparently that means you can't defend yourself when one of 'em's getting a bit too touchy."
J.D ate his lunch quietly, nodding or shrugging when we addressed him. For the most part, he kept his head down and looked around when any kind of odd noise broke out.
The Heathers sat two tables behind us. Heather Chandler was always on the end, Frankie across from her, while Duke and McNamara switched off every few weeks. I caught Jason glancing over at the table every now and then, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"About the radio thing," he said suddenly. "Is it anonymous or does the school know who's part of it?"
"It's completely anonymous," I answered. "None of the teachers or administration know who runs it either."
He nodded and returned to being silent. He pulled a book out of his backpack and read for the rest of lunch period.