'all the best people are crazy' jason dean, reader au

leaving, again...

Today was a new start. I've been kicked out of many schools for my violent outbreaks. It's how I was raised. No one will ever understand what it's like, living a secret life of crime.  They don't what it's like the ache to see people in pain. It's not fair.

I've never been treated normally, they always treated me as the kid with physcotic mind. I've always been treated as a sick kid, they treat me as if I need help. That's why I hurt them. To show I don't need them.

*time skip to when you arrive at Westerburg*

My new school looks like a hell hole.  They are all separated, to me it looks like dicks, bitches and the geeks. Not hard to forget.

I made my way onto the steps, leading to the entrance of Westerburg, feeling the stares of the different groups. I opened the door, following the signs that said to the office.

I arrive to the office, a lady, sitting at a big desk asking me what I needed.

"I'm new here. I'm Y/N L/N. I'm a senior." I said without a trace of happiness or excitement.

"Oh. Welcome to Westerburg High Miss. L/N." The lady spoke.

I nodded to her, thanking her. Taking the schedule I had, it said where I had to go first. Ms. Flemings class.

I found my way there, seeing only a few kids were there.

The lady seemed focus on a paper, I cleared my throat, getting her attention.

"Oh! You must be Y/N! Oh you're so beautiful! Welcome to Westerburg High! I will have Heather Chandler show you around!" She spoke, grabbing the attention of everyone in the classroom.

A girl in red blazer and skirt, and blonde hair came up to us. She walked towards the door, motioning me to follow.

She showed me around, she spoke with a bored tone.

"You don't seem to be enjoying this." I said.

"Well yea, I don't enjoy being around pillowcases like you." Heather spoke, whispering something under her breath.

"What was that?" I asked, acknowledging the incoherent word.

She mumbled again.

"Say it louder, hon." I said a sternly.

"FAG!" She yelled, her face growing angrier.

I was about to slap her but someone had grabbed my wrist.

"Woah woah woah, no need to fight in front of an open door classroom ladies.  Heather, boot it.  I'll show her around. " the boy spoke.

Heather gave me one last glare before walking away.

"I could've handled it, Mr.No name kid." I spoke to the boy.

"Looks like you were gonna pull the shiney little toy out of your coat pocket, darling. I'm Jason Dean, just call me J.D." he spoke.

"How did you see that?! I'm Y/N by the way." I said, taking a good look at him.  He had dark brown hair and a greenish brown eyes, wearing a long black trench coat with dark jeans and a t shirt.

"You think I'm cute." He spoke.

I raised both my hands and surrendered. 

"Guilty as charged."