JD ran off, his hand grasping onto yours. "Fuck okay." He tapped his foot on the ground, thinking of something to ruin Kurt and Ram's lives. "You can forge shit, right? Like, write in other peoples hand writing?" He looked at you, hopeful.
"Yes, I can. Or, I can try. Its been a while since I did a piece of male writing." You sighed. "Jason, this is insane. You know it, I know it. We can't blackmail them for being...gay..." You stared at JD, hoping he'd change his mind about the whole thing and let them be whoever they want to be. Only, that would be a daydream.
JD chuckled. "Oh darling, this is too rich to keep quiet about. Think about all the shit they do to other people. What they did to you, your old friend? Before you were a Heather, they'd just mess with you." He touched your cheek and smiled. "I'm only doing this for you. For the society in the school."
You lightly shoved his hand away. "But no one asked you to."
"That's the point, babe. They didn't have to. Out of the pure kindness of my heart, I'll do it for them." He snorted, his eyes narrowing.
You paused. "Fine. But, you're going to have to find a piece of paper Kurt or Ram wrote on before. I need a reference." You looked at JD and watched as his eyes lit up.
"I have calculus with Ram. I'll find one of the papers he throws in the trash every day." JD leaned down and kissed you softly. "I love you, darling. Let's take you home before your mother yells at me...again." He shivered and you laughed. You held hands, walking off towards your house. You realized it was a Wednesday and you had to return to the hellish place called school tomorrow, because of course they couldn't let you out all week. You sighed and before you knew it, you were home. And so was your father.
Your dad came to the door before you could even open it. He raised his eyebrow and looked up at JD. You got a cold glare from your father, telling you to go inside. You looked up at JD and pecked his cheek, brushing the hair out of his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, _____." JD said, smiling at you. You nodded and walked into your house, slipping behind your father.
As you walked upstairs, you heard your father's stern voice. You could feel how tense JD was without even having to look at him. You sighed and walked into your pastel blue room, sitting on your gray colored bed. You stroked the soft sheets and bit your lip, wishing you could be back down there with JD. Back in the forest, at least. But instead of finding Kurt and Ram, JD and you would have a wonderful walk in the nice, full forest. You'd sit down somewhere in his lap and ramble to him about different things that would get on your nerves.
You got off your bed and walked to your desk, grabbing your journal and a dark blue pen. You began to write down different emotions. Different sentences explaining how you felt at this moment. Sad, that you weren't with JD. Lonely, that you couldn't kiss his pretty face. But another one, which seemed to confuse you as well as anyone else that may ever read this journal of yours.
Excitement.
That you were going to blackmail Kurt and Ram.
