Our Love is God {Jason Dean}

Chapter One

"No. Please." (Y/n) sobbed. "I love you." It hit her that this was the first time she had verbally expressed her true feelings for J.D. At this moment, she didn't care what he had done, but she wasn't willing to watch him leave her right in front of his eyes.

"I love you too baby." He told her. "Our Love is God." His lips curved into a smirk once more before it was followed by a loud noise, Bang, and a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared, J.D. was gone and (Y/n) was left alone, shouting and sobbing on the steps.

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When (Y/n) first met J.D., she was sat in the of Westerburg High School, and just like him, she was watching every movement that took place within those four walls. When you spent as much time alone as (Y/n) did, you got to know everybody's movements, everyone's social circles, and everyone's habits. At this particular moment, (Y/n) was watching the 'Heathers' going around the same tables that they always did every day, doing the lunchtime polls. She watched as they painstakingly asked the same question over and over again, and in response getting equally painstaking answers. Eventually, they reached (Y/n)'s table but went to the opposite end where the considerably more-popular people sat. (Y/n)'s eyes remained on them but felt a pair of eyes on her; she looked away from the 'Heathers' for a second and looked across to the other corner of the cafeteria where a boy sat looking at her. He raised his eyebrows, gave a small smile, before looking back at the 'Heather's'. (Y/n) found herself doing the same. The group of girls moved on, walking in (Y/n)'s direction, but instead of talking to her, they looked at her before looking at each other and laughing. "Well, that was very fucking rude." (Y/n) muttered to herself, loud enough for the Heathers to hear as she looked back down at the book that was in her hands. Heather Chandler, also known by many as Heather Number One, or (Y/n)'s personal favourite Mega Bitch, stopped with a halt and turned around to face (Y/n). "What did you say, you stupid fuck?" She asked, folding her arms as she stood in front of (Y/n). (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh except her laugh was filled with nothing but rage. She hated Heather Chandler, she hated the 'Heathers' in general and hated the way that they stood in front of her like they were better than her. "I said, that was very fucking rude." Now, (Y/n) was stood up and was faced with Heather Chandler. "I think you are very fucking rude."

"You hear that girls?" Heather Chandler laughed, looking over her shoulders at the others. "Looks like someone grew some balls over the summer. I mean, you would need them if you dressed like that, or had hair like that." (Y/n) didn't think about her next action but knew that it was the right one. She grabbed a carton of milk from a tray on the table and poured it over Heather Chandler's head and the whole cafeteria gasped; it went silent. Heather wiped the milk from her eyes as the other Heathers dabbed her outfit with napkins. "Fuck you, you stupid bitch." (Y/n) spat, throwing the carton at Heather's feet and grabbing her bag.

As she walked away, she felt everyone's eyes on her, but she stuck up her middle fingers and carried on walking. There was a small round of applause from a singular person. "So, I guess that's not you about to become a Heather anytime soon?" (Y/n) heard behind her, she stopped and turned around. It was the boy that had sat watching her before as she watched the 'Heathers' as they hunted their next prey. "Me?" (Y/n) scoffed, readjusting her bag on her shoulder. "Please, I'd rather gouge my eyes out with hot teaspoons than become one of those psychotic bitches."

He shrugged. "Well, if that's what gets you going." He said, running his hand through his hair. He stopped and smiled at her and for some reason, his smile made her weak at the knees. "Greetings and Salutations. I'm Jason Dean; J.D. for short." He held out his hand for (Y/n) to shake and she did. "I'm (Y/n)." She stopped. "Not a Heather, a (Y/n)." She added, emphasising her hate for the group of girls that had now run to the bathroom to try and get rid of the smell of milk from Heather Chandler's hair and clothes. "Do you want to skip and go grab a slushie at the 7-Eleven?" He asked. Was that hope in his voice?

(Y/n) thought about his offer for a second. Did she want to skip class? Yes, Did She want a slushie? Yes. Did she want to spend time with somebody other than herself? Hell Yes. She smiled. "Sure."

J.D. grabbed his bag from the chair and carried it with him as they walked side by side. "How are you with motorbikes?" He asked as together they walked down the concrete steps outside of the High School. "Come on. What a stupid question." (Y/n) laughed, gesturing to herself. "Hey, there are no stupid questions." J.D. smiled getting onto his motorbike. "Hop on." He said. "Hold on tight." He winked as (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his waist. The motorbike started up, and before (Y/n) knew it they were gliding down the roads of Sherwood, Ohio. Despite knowing these streets all too well, too (Y/n) they had never looked this beautiful before. When they arrived outside of the 7-Eleven, J.D. placed the bike on its stand and helping (Y/n) off of it. "Thank you, kind sir." (Y/n) said, giving J.D a slight bow.

As they walked into the store, (Y/n) couldn't help but study J.D; she studied him the way she studied every other student at Westerburg High but there was something about J.D that was different, aside from him obviously being an outcast, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. "Something wrong?" He asked. "Or are you just admiring my natural handsomeness?" (Y/n) felt herself blushing a little.

"You're new." She said, simply. "To Westerburg." She added, as though he was unsure of what she meant. "Good observation." He smiled, as he held the door open for her. "Look likes you observing the entire cafeteria has paid off."

"You noticed that?"

"Of course, and who can blame you? There's nothing else to do in that hellhole." He smiled as his eyes gazed over the selection of confectionery that the 7-Eleven had to offer. "So, you've noticed that it's a hellhole."

"It's not really difficult, is it?" He admitted. "I can tell a hellhole from a mile off, I've been to enough; Seven Schools in Seven States; Kanas, Texas, Vegas."

"How can anybody hate Vegas?" (Y/n) asked. "It's Vegas!"

"Well, I hate to disappoint you pretty but it's not all strip clubs and casinos." (Y/n) completely ignored his statement and focused on one word that he said to her. "Pretty?" She asked, slightly taken aback. She had never been called pretty before but was preparing herself for the fact that he probably didn't mean it. "Of course." He smiled as he watched her blush and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry, did you say cherry or coke slushie?"

"I didn't." She smiled. "Cherry."