CHAOS ✔️ J.D.

i've got my eyes on you.

jason had slept over that night, gladly. i get such a guilty feeling when he leaves, i just sense that i'm responsible. knowing that i'm the only thing the boy has left, i should've gave him the opportunity to stay here awhile ago, if you knew him as well as i do, he would tell you that he wouldn't stay from feeling bad, but he always will end up giving in. i didn't mind though, just knowing he was alright is all that matters.

i had no clue why jason wouldn't turn in his sore excuse of a father, i mean every time he goes to the place that he calls 'home' he's in fucking danger. i wasn't sure if he was planning something in the future, or even now, but whatever it was he needed to not waste any of his time and get it done.

we both had fucked up parents, but we were screwed up and psychotic as well as them. i guess we had learned how to tolerate it, but i just get anxious at times. but that's just me, i've always been one to think worry too much.

i had been placed beside the boy, i didn't get much sleep that night. i didn't mind, i was willing to stay up making sure he had a good slumber. he was finally peaceful, and he needed that great amount of rest.

my eyes gazed up at the ceiling, as my my head decided to just ask me more questions that i was unsure of. my head instantly turned, feeling jason nudging my shoulder. "good morning, angel." he spoke softly, his tone extremely groggy. a faint chuckle escaped my mouth, as i moved closer to him while his arms embraced me.

"good morning." i responded in a drowsy manner, as his lips formed a small frown. "did you get any sleep?" he questioned, narrowing his eyebrows in curiosity. i just shrugged, as his features obviously told me he was disappointed. "that's not healthy, ivy bree." he responded, basically mocking me from last night.

i playfully rolled my eyes, them traveling up to his. "don't take my words, jason dean. and i'm fine, i was making sure you got some rest. but uh, can we go to school today? i want to see whats going on around there, and i cant get harassed anyway. no more heathers, no more assholes."

"you better, and if we are going to leave, we should go now." he insisted, as my frame slowly surged up while nodding. my body got up from the bed, while walking over to my drawer scanning for clothes.

"you going to where another skirt?" he jested, as i couldn't help but to chuckle. i gripped some skinny jeans, and a t-shirt. i rolled my eyes, my head turning over to face him. "ah, you can dream pretty boy." i chimed in, wandering over to my bathroom.

i rapidly slipped my clothes on, doing my extremely short morning 'agenda.' roaming out, jason was already up and prepared. i grasped his hand, us both climbing down from the window. this time, he had his motorcycle considering he stated that he was more fond of this thing more than his car.

he made sure i was comfortable before slipping in the key, the loud roaring instantly coming out of the engine. bundling my arms around his trench coat, i started feeling the breeze from the bike roaming slightly fast down the street. my eyes examining around at the trees, as my surroundings got more familiar telling me we had arrived at the school, considering it was only a few blocks down.

jason had parked, as i glanced over viewing all the buses and the vehicles placed around the school. my eyes glimpsed over at all the smiley teenagers walking around, pretending everything was alright. it seemed way more peaceful, and to good to be real until my eyes caught the guys standing beside the school doors. fuck, just fuck. i just wanted to get this over with, and maybe this wasn't such a pleasant idea.

i exhaled, loosening my arms from jason as we both had gotten of the bike. "ready for hell?" i questioned, in an obviously sarcastic tone. he just shrugged, "we had to attend sometime." he was right, i huffed once again while gripping his hand.

the both of us strolled over, as i attempted walking through the doors without any distractions. before i could, i felt myself fling back and of course it was andy gripping my arm. "can i talk to you?" he basically spat, as i rolled my eyes glancing over back at jason. "i'll be fine, just meet me inside." he nodded without any questions, while walking off.

i wasn't close with anyone in our little 'gruop' except for ryan, and i already could sense what this was going to be about. "where have you and your fucking boyfriend been? have you heard what happened to ryan?" he sputtered, as the other two guys stood behind him.

"that's none of your business, dickhead. and yeah, i have actually." i responded, shrugging carelessly. his eyes widened from how heartless i appeared, while i could see the anger forming in his eyes as he gritted his teeth.

"what the fuck, ivy!? first heather chandler, duke, ryan, ram and kurt, and mcnamara? you and your boy toy were the ones missing when all of this occurred, there's no way that those were all fucking suicides! you could've had something to do with this, dammit." he accused, his eyes looking straight into mine with hatred.

"wait, heather mcnamara? what happened with her?" i questioned, feeling a bit distressed. "and what the hell? i barely knew those boys, and it wasn't my fault ryan decided to take his life. it was his fucking decision, not mine. and the heathers? why would i -" i attempted to finish, the lies pouring out of my mouth before he cut me off.

"look, it fucking makes sense. and heather mcnamara had committed suicide, considering the last guy she had sex with 'killed his self' and was 'gay', and all her friends had just fucking disappeared. that's why school is being cancelled early today. and they had all done something to you, and it happened right after that night at the party. this all had started after you met that creep in a trench coat, look ivy. all i'm saying is that i have my eyes on you." the tattooed boy taunted while his jaw clenched, as i crossed my arms. "fine, whatever."

what in the hell was i going to tell jason? they were getting suspicious, and if his words scattered around the school, everyone was going to get skeptical. just fucking great. heathers suicide didn't startle me too much, it was kinda obvious she was going to. she had no one left, and the person who apparently 'loved her' had vanished.

i paced inside the building, trying to track jason down somewhere. after a few moments of my eyes traveling everywhere in the school, and almost being out of breath, i finally spotted his trench coat. i ran up to him, gripping his arm harshly.

"we have to go, like right now." i begged, as his facial expressions immediately got serious. "ivy, whats going on?" he stuttered quietly while pulling me closer, so we didn't cause a scene. "we just have to go. now." i stated, finally catching my breath.

and that's exactly what we had done, we went on his motorcycle, and back to my place. fucking great.

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welp. - T