When Frankie got out of the shower, the other girls had all left, and I told her about my plan to show the football boys who's boss. She shook her head and sat with her legs crossed on her bed.
"I don't want to mess with them anymore," she mumbled. "Besides, Johnny's probably already got the entire hockey team prepared to kill the kids."
"Fizz, you know you're not a Heather, right?" I told her, and she looked up at me funny.
It had been years since anyone called her Fizz, let alone me. It was a nickname she had picked up when she was young because she was literally like a compressed can of soda, always ready to blow. It hurt me to see the light and energy in her eyes die out. It was like, for the first time in her life, she actually felt at fault for something that happened to her. It sounds terrible to say, but Frankie had always been one to either accept that she did something stupid or defend herself. It was weird seeing her just shrug everything away. Especially considering this was something that wasn't her fault. She was never like this. She always just kept going, and I watched her begin to shut down.
"That Jason kid," I continued. "He's a nice guy, in' he?"
"He's a good kid, yeah," she mumbled, and I sighed.
"You wanna be with him," I said, and she looked at me funny.
"Huh?" she asked.
"I know I give you a hard time," I began, "but I am your sister. I know you like the back of my hand. You are a naturally bubbly, sarcastic little asshole-"
"Thanks," she muttered, interrupting me.
"Wait a minute, let me finish," I chuckled. "You don't take crap from anybody, let alone the football team. You've sucker punched every quarterback we've had since you were a freshman for one reason or another." I saw Frankie chuckle slightly, and I smiled. "You entered high school as a Chandler, therefore you were instantly expected to follow all the standards and expectations of a Heather, but you aren't a Heather. You and Alex both have turned our trio upside down in the last three years, but everything turned out okay."
Frankie nodded and I sat down on her bed next to her.
"What does this have to do with J.D?" she asked, and I simply looked at her.
"You're a smart kid," I said, standing up again and walking towards her door.
Frankie watched me leave her room, a look of confusion on her face.
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Dear Jason
Fanfiction//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...
