Our Love is God {Jason Dean}

Chapter Six

It was Tuesday Morning, and (Y/n) was on her way to school. She didn't see her parents as she'd rushed out of the house before she could see them. They had been waiting for her at the kitchen table as she'd come downstairs, but she told them that she was in a hurry. She didn't want to speak to them; they would only have filled her with more dread. (Y/n) knew what awaited her at the entrance to Westerburg; questioning from her teachers and the reality that Heather Chandler wasn't there anymore. Because Heather Chandler was dead, and it was all (Y/n)'s fault. Okay, so maybe (Y/n) didn't technically do it, but she'd talked about it to J.D, she'd felt happy at the thought of Heather Chandler being dead, and now she was. She was the one that put the idea in J.D's head. She readjusted her bag on her shoulder so that it was easier for her to carry as she thought about the possibilities that awaited her and each one filled her with dread. I didn't kill Heather Chandler. She told herself as she walked down the empty streets, desperate to make herself feel better, but then unable to help but feel guilty for being selfish. As she walked up the school, she noticed that there was nobody outside, but she could hear the faint sound of noise coming from within the school. (Y/n) found herself running up the concrete steps, and opening the set of doors into the school, only to be greeted with the sound and sight of pure chaos. The corridors of Westerburg High were filled with teenagers, all of which were screaming and shouting. Some were even holding signs. This was all for Heather Chandler. Some signs read: "The Wicked Witch is Dead!" and other's read "May Heather's light always shine bright!"

"Is this as good for you as it is for me?" (Y/n) heard as she felt a pair of hands wrapping around her waist and a voice whispering in her ear. "J.D..." (Y/n) began but was interrupted as he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd of teenagers who were causing havoc and running wild. J.D pulled (Y/n) into one of the science labs. The door shut behind them and J.D turned to look at (Y/n). "J.D! It's chaos out there!" (Y/n) said immediately as she had the chance to express how she was really feeling. "Chaos because of what happened to Heather! Because of what you did!" She said the last part through gritted teeth and whisper for the fear of someone listening in on their conversation. "Of what we did." She added, feeling the need to correct herself. "We? Are you hearing yourself right now?" J.D asked, tilting his head to the side slightly. "This is my fault, not yours."

"I put the idea in your head about Heather Chandler being dead?"

"No, you didn't. I was the one who brought it up." J.D said, as he watched (Y/n) sigh. "It's just a tiny bit of chaos. Chaos is great! Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs darling." J.D pulled her closer to him and placed his head in the crook of her neck. "But what if-" She began but J.D cut her off. "But what if, nothing." He replied, feeling the sense of Deja vu as he went over this with (Y/n) again. "Nobody suspects anything but a suicide because it's been confirmed by the cops as a suicide. Baby, you don't need to worry about anything." J.D kissed the side of (Y/n)'s face. "People are actually bothered that Heather Chandler is dead." (Y/n) said and shocked herself by her tone of voice and the fact that she was angry at the response to the news. "(Y/n), everyone out there is a fake. They are all claiming to be devastated, claiming to have loved her despite her bitchiness because that is what people do when a person commits suicide, or in this case, appears to have. Everyone pretends to care so that it makes them look better or feel better. No-one out there could give a shit if she's dead or not, and that's what Heather Chandler gets for being a mega bitch." The two of them remained silent as J.D studied (Y/n) as she sat with her head in her hands. "I guess you're right." She said, eventually in a quiet voice. (Y/n) had thought about this and maybe it was a good thing; yes it was a crappy way for her to go, no matter how much of a bitch she was, but it was a good thing, even if it was all for selfish reasons. "It's her funeral tomorrow. Are you going?" J.D. thought about this.

"I think the best thing that we can do is go. Everyone else is going to be there, so we should be too." He replied, and (Y/n) nodded in agreement. "Now, shall we go and get a slushie?" J.D offered as he watched (Y/n) get up. "Sure." She smiled . "I'd like that." J.D stood up and walked over to (Y/n), his aroma intoxicated her as she held onto him. "Yeah, so would I." I'll be right behind you." He replied as (Y/n) pulled him even closer to her and kissed him. J.D's hands placed themselves on her back as he held her. When (Y/n) pulled away she bit down on her lip and smiled. "Our Love is God."

"It certainly is."

"I'll meet you out here." (Y/n) added as J.D went back to get his bag, and (Y/n) stood outside of the lab. The chaos had mainly gone outside as the television crews had turned up to document this moment. Unbelievable. Heather Chandler was more popular than ever now. (Y/n) said to herself as she felt a pair of hands around her body, but it wasn't J.D, it was Kurt and Ram. "What the fuck?" (Y/n) exclaimed. "Get your hands off of me."

"What's the matter, pretty girl?" Kurt said.

"Can't handle the touch of a real man?" Ram added, making (Y/n) scoff.

"I can, but you're not a real man, neither of you are." (Y/n) said, suddenly finding courage to stand up to them both after years of torture. "You will never make anything of your lives. You are High School has-beens waiting to happen. Future gas station attendants." (Y/n) went to turn away, but Ram grabbed her and pulled her towards him. "What did you say, you goddamn bitch?"

"You heard me." (Y/n) said as she tried to pull herself away from Ram's grasp, but it was too tight. The next thing she knew, Ram was on the floor, his nose bleeding and Kurt standing over him asking if he was okay. (Y/n) looked next to her to see J.D standing there, his fist was clenched and bloody. "What the fuck?" Ram said as he looked up at J.D. He looked from J.D to (Y/n) and laughed. "You poor little slut." He chuckled. "You couldn't see that two real men were standing in front of you because you've been blinded by this mess." He said, pointing at J.D. (Y/n) took J.D's hand and smiled at him. "He is a real man, unlike you, you sexist pigs." She said, looking at Ram and Kurt as they looked at her in shock. "Let's go." She told J.D as they walked away from the pair hand in hand. "You know where to find us, if you're looking for a good time." Kurt shouted after them as he helped Ram from off the ground and they both laughed. What an interesting offer. J.D thought to himself as he kept (Y/n) close to him. I might just take them up on that offer.