Dear Jason

Relocating

***FRANKIE'S POV***

"Okay, I need to figure out who this guy is," I said to Alex, and she looked at me funny.
"Why?" she asked, and I shrugged, opening my locker.
"Because," I mumbled. "I don't know. I want to talk to him, yanno? There's no guys in our school like that. They're all idiots. I'm not talking about book smart, I mean life smart, yeah? Like thinking about society and-"
"Frankie," Alex interrupted me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Slow down."
"Sorry," I chuckled, grabbing what I needed and closing my locker. "You going to lunch with Veronica?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Your sister lets her sit with us, so that's no longer an issue. You coming?"
"I have math during lunch, remember?" I reminded her, and she nodded.
"Yeah, I forgot," she replied. "I'll see you later then. Wanna hang out after school? Veronica and I are going to get ice cream with the Heathers."
"Yeah, sure," I chimed, turning to walk down the hallway.
As I entered Mrs. Emerson's room, Jason was already there. He was reading something as I plopped down next to him.
"What's that?" I asked, and he swallows nervously.
"Just, something," he mumbled, and I looked at the cover.
"To Kill a Mockingbird," I nodded. "Good choice. I've probably read it at least six times."
"Mmhm," he coughed, closing his book and putting it aside. "Did you, um, do the math practice stuff?"
"Most of it," I admitted. "I got distracted by that radio show. Can you believe the school lets that stuff be broadcasted under their name?"
"No, uh, I guess-"
"J.D!" Veronica called, poking her head in the door. "J.D I need to talk to you now."
"J.D?" I asked, but got no response.

***VERONICA'S POV***

I glared at J.D, waiting for him to get up and come over. I needed to speak to him and I needed to speak to him immediately. He walked over to the door and I pulled him out of the classroom.
"We're in deep shit," I muttered, and he looked nervous.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Principal Carnegie called me into his office during third period," I said quietly. "He's freaking furious about the radio situation. Apparently he listened to the show because some kids are starting to outright ignore their teachers. He said either I get the thing shut down, or I turn in the guy behind it."
"Oh," J.D grunted, and I slapped his shoulder.
"That guy is you," I shook him. "You are gonna get into so much shit if you go on tomorrow night, but I have an idea."
Jason looked at the ground and tapped his foot anxiously. After a long moment of silence, he shook his head.
"No," he sighed. "I can't keep doing it if it's causing so much trouble."
"Just hear me out," I begged. "How involved are your parents in your life?"
J.D looked confused, but shrugged. "Not much," he mumbled. "Why?"
"Why don't we move the radio stuff to your place?" I suggested. "The school doesn't own any of it. And, if it isn't being broadcasted on school property, they have no attachment to it. Carnegie can't get us."
J.D ran his tongue over his bottom lip quickly and nodded. "Okay, yeah," he agreed, a small smile growing on his face.
"Yes!" I cheered, hugging him quickly. "I'll have some guys move the stuff for you. I'll tell them the school is getting rid of it. Just don't be home when they come; that way they don't know you're the one who has it."
"I dunno if that's a-"
"It's Jake and Ethan," I said to him. "They aren't gonna be able to put two and two together."
J.D nodded and I smiled wide. We were in.

***FRANKIE'S POV***

When Jason came back into the room, I stood up.
"So they call you J.D?" I asked, and he nodded slightly.
"Back home, yeah," he mumbled. "I don't mind Jason, though."
"Nah, you shoulda told me," I nudged him. "I would've been calling you that this whole time."
J.D shrugged and pushed his hair back slightly. "So, uh, that math sheet," he started.
"Yeah, I didn't finish," I said. "I was listening to that radio station everyone's talking about. I mean, it's hard not to get sucked into it." I stopped and thought for a moment. "I wish I could meet the kid," I continued. "I feel like we'd get along."
"Maybe," J.D cleared his throat.
I began attempting to focus on math, when a cry rang out in the hallway.