Dear Jason

I Win

I got outside and quickly spotted J.D. He handed me a helmet, and I looked at him, confused.
"I'm not a bad driver, but if anyone cracks their head open it can't be you," he said, and I then I noticed the motorcycle.
"That's yours?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Yeah," he replied simply, getting on it and patting the space behind him.
I swung my leg over the bike and sat behind him. There wasn't much space, but it worked. As he sped down the street, I flung my arms around his waist.
"Calm down," he chuckled. "I'm not gonna kill us."
I relaxed slightly but remained holding onto him. It was a lot better than feeling like I was about to fly off a motorcycle. When we arrived at his house, he brought me around the back to the sliding door where his bedroom was.
"I'd take you through the front," he began to explain, "but my parents wouldn't leave you alone."
I nodded and walked into his room. "Where is all this coming from, huh?" I asked, and J.D looked at me.
"What do you mean?" he asked honestly, and I laughed.
"You don't know?" I chuckled. "This whole biker, cool kid, easy to talk to, Jason Dean; where the heck did he come from?"
J.D shrugged and smiled slightly. He took off his jacket to reveal a red t-shirt.
"You like red?" I asked, and he nodded. "You'd get along with my sister," I chuckled.
"I do," he replied. "Well, sort of, I guess. She's the one who told me where to get you and what to grab."
I tilted my head, confused, as I sat on the edge of his bed.
"What to grab?" I repeated, and J.D nodded.
He walked over to where he put his jacket, and pulled out a green, worn down notebook with papers sticking out of it. I recognized it immediately.
"Where did you get that?" I snapped, and he handed it to me.
"Heather got it from your locker," he explained. "I didn't look through it or anything, but she said she thought it was time you get rid of it."
"So why'd she give it to you?" I prodded, and I saw him smile softly.
"Because apparently you don't like saying no to me," he chucked shyly. "Your sister's words, not mine."
"What a cunt," I mumbled, and J.D laughed.
"I have stuff to get rid of too, though," he continued. "So we can get rid of it together."
"I guess," I chuckled, and he grabbed a few things and went back outside.
As I followed, it became increasingly clear what his plan was. He opened up the grill in the backyard, threw some of his stuff on it, and set it ablaze.
"That's one way to do it," I said to myself, but he heard me.
"You have another idea?" he asked, and I shook my head laughing.
He watched his things burn, and as they started to turn primarily to ash, I threw my notebook in. I felt him look at me, so I turned my head. I wasn't wrong, but he looked away quickly.
"Don't play that game," I said, nudging him. "If you're gonna look at me, look at me."
He blushed slightly, still looking away, so I stepped closer to him.
"C'moooon," I sang, poking his arm. "C'mon look at Frankie."
He turned his head further away from mine, laughing softly. I stood in front of him and grabbed his face. I turned it towards mine and giggled.
"You win," J.D laughed, and I nodded.
I quickly stood on my tiptoes and pecked him on the lips.
"I win," I replied, and he smiled nervously.