//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...
At nine o'clock that night, Heather barged into my room and turned on my radio. "The hell?" I shouted, sitting up on my bed from where I was previously trying to do homework. "You gotta listen to this," she demanded, turning to a specific station and turning up the volume. "Heather I'm trying to figure out this math shit," I pleaded, but she wasn't listening. She found the radio station she was looking for, and sat down on my bed next to me. "I mean, who says a school has to be dominated by people who's parents never put their foot down, huh," a man's voice spoke. "Who says we can't all exist in harmony, yeah?" He laughed and Heather looked at me. "Harmony's bullshit. Does walking through a life where everyone smiles at you and says please and thank you sound any fun? That's what I thought. Riots are fun. This is station 92.6 FM, Red's the name, messing with society's standards is the game," he chuckled. "If you know what I mean. Stick around pals I've got more to say, but for now here's Leonard Cohen, Everybody Knows." Music began to play and Heather looked at me. "Do you know what this shit is?" she asked, and I shrugged. "No," I replied honestly, a small smile growing on my face. "But the dude's got a voice. It's impressive." "The dude's gonna make our lives a living hell," Heather snapped, and I laughed. "What're you talking about?" I asked. "It's the school's radio station that hardly anyone listens to. Being popular is a waste of time anyway." "Excuse me," Heather scoffed. "My being queen bee is the reason Ethan didn't spread rumors about you after you gave him a black eye." "That's because he deserved it," I replied, listening to the music playing and turning back to look at my math textbook. "Listen, brat," she hissed, "I can not have this radio mystery asshole overthrowing us. We need to put a stop to this and I need you to help me." "Why?" I asked. "Because I'm the only one with an actual brain?" "Very funny," Heather mumbled. "Just figure out who the kid is, okay?" Her voice went from harsh and sharp to soft and innocent as she asked for my help. I knew what being top of the food chain meant to Heather. I saw what she went through before she got up there, and I knew she was afraid of falling back down. "Alright," I agreed. "Alright, I'll dig." "Thank you," she sighed in relief. As she walked towards my door, she turned back around. "And I talked to your math teacher about getting you a tutor," she told me. "She wants you to meet her in room 220 during lunch." "Heather I don't-" "220," she repeated before walking out of my bedroom. I sighed heavily and flopped backwards on my bed. I've never not been good at school. I have enough credits to graduate at the end of the semester with my sister's class, but math gets me every time. I've never gotten through a math class with any higher than a C, occasionally a C+, if I wiggled my way into some extra credit. I didn't want people seeing me getting help from some math geek. As much as I hated Heather's little popularity game, I enjoyed being on the top. I had a reputation to maintain just as much as she did.
***VERONICA'S POV***
"Jason!" I called after him, spotting him in the hallway at his locker. "Jason, dude, I listened to the broadcast last night. Where the hell did all that come from?" "What d'ya mean?" he mumbled, fiddling with the lock and pulling the door open. "I mean all that stuff you said," I stared. "All the stuff about life and society and our generation. It was impressive. Why don't you talk like that here?" Jason shrugged and closed his locker. "I just can't, I guess," he admitted. "But when I'm anonymous, it's easy. You know? Like, there's no pressure." I nodded and looked at the textbooks in his hands. "Where are you headed?" I asked, confused. "We have lunch this period." "Um, Mrs. Emerson asked me to go by her room," he replied quietly. "Something about helping her out with something." "Oh," I nodded. "I've never had Emerson. I hear she's a good teacher." J.D nodded and smiled shyly. He mumbled something along the lines of "see you later," and disappeared down the hallway.
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