Dear Jason

Co-Host

Two weeks went by of pretty much nothing. Jake and Ethan, and the entire football team for that matter, made it quite clear that they weren't going to be coming near my little group anymore. Alex and I got "punished" by Carnegie for beating up the boys, but it wasn't much of a punishment. He told us we had to help with the school musical, which we planned on doing anyway. The poor guy didn't want to punish us, what a bean.
I was still avoiding Jason, but he seemed to take the hint. It kind of hurt, though. I didn't want to avoid him. I wanted to do the opposite.
It was last period, the bell had rung, and I stopped by my locker to pick up some textbooks. In it was a crumpled piece of paper. I unfolded it and looked at the writing.
"Meet me after school at the pillars outside the gym," it read.
As I looked closer, I realized I recognized the handwriting. It was J.D's, and I wasn't about to put myself in a situation like that. So, instead of meeting up with him, I drove straight home.
"Fizz?" my sister asked, surprised to see me. Because she was a senior, she got out of school earlier than me on certain days.
"Yeah?" I asked, confused, putting my bag down on the kitchen table.
"Nothing," she replied quickly. "I just didn't expect you to be home so soon."
"Oh," I said, nodding slightly. "I guess there wasn't as much traffic as usual getting out of the school."
Heather and I stood in silence for a minute, before I cleared my throat. "I'm gonna go up to my room," I told her. "You okay? You're acting weird."
"I'm fine," she insisted, so I picked up my bag and went to my room.
I had a decent amount of homework to do, but that wasn't my first priority. I honestly just wanted to listen to music, so that's what I did. I sat on my bed, curled up, listening to music for what felt like only an hour or two, but when I looked up it was dark outside.
A warm breeze floated through my window, and there was a ruffling sound outside it as well. I ignored it and continued to listen to my music, but it soon became clear that the sound was not going to tolerate being ignored.
"Hey," a soft voice said behind me.
I turned and my heart nearly flew out of my chest. In my room, in a leather jacket an his usual glasses, stood Jason freaking Dean.
"How did you find my address?" I asked quickly, sitting up straight and turning my music off.
"Heather," he replied. "She told me there's a good chance you'd-"
"Ignore the note," I finished for him, and he nodded.
"Yeah," he replied, and for the first time, he didn't seem so nervous. "Anyway," he continued, "I wanted to talk to you about-"
"There's nothing to talk about," I snapped, interrupting him.
"Co-hosting the show," he finished anyway, a small chuckle leaving his lips.
"Oh," I breathed, slightly embarrassed, "sorry. I um... thought. Uh."
"Looks like we've switched places," J.D chuckled, pointing out my lack of ability to form a sentence.
"Shut up," I mumbled. "Why would you want me to co-host? Does Heather know about the show now?"
"No," J.D shook his head. "All I told her was that I wanted to talk to you."
"Oh," I nodded. "Um, I don't know, I mean. You're doing fine with the show on your own and-"
"Just come sit through one," he pleaded, looking down at me sweetly. "Please?"
I nodded slowly and he smiled. He had such a nice smile. As he began to climb back through the window, he turned his head and looked at me.
"Well," he started. "You coming?"
"Through the window?" I asked sarcastically, and he rolled his eyes.
"Well if you want to take the boring route I suppose you could use the door," he insisted, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I don't like this wise ass Jason," I teased, and he shrugged, disappearing out my window as I got up and made my way towards the door.