Our Love is God {Jason Dean}

Chapter Eight

"What are you talking about?" J.D. asked, putting his hands to his head in frustration as he looked at (Y/n) who was now on the floor. "You wanted them dead just as much as I did."

"I did not!" (Y/n) protested, unable to believe what was coming out of his mouth right now.

"You did too!" J.D. replied.

"Did not!" (Y/n) argued.

"Did too!" J.D. argued back.

"I did not!" (Y/N) argued one final time, and this time she wasn't going to let him argue otherwise. "Sure, I hated them, and how they treated everyone, especially women, but that's no reason for them to be murdered."

"It's every reason for them to be murdered!" J.D. replied as he paced up and down the room, his trench coat flapping behind him, desperately trying to think of a way that he could convince (Y/n) that Kurt and Ram's death is a good thing. He crouched down and sat on the floor so that he was now eye level with (Y/n). "Look, football season was over, so both Kurt and Ram would have spent their free time raping girls on dates, and making jokes about aids, and homosexuals. They were bad people. We've done everyone a favour here." J.D. smiled, he was proud of himself and he wasn't going to deny it.

"We?" (Y/n) scoffed, but J.D. ignored her remark completely. "There's just one final step of the plan to take now baby, and then we'll truly be free." J.D. told her as though he expected her to know what he was talking about as though the pair of them had a secret plan that no one else knew about. "What do you mean?" (Y/n) asked. "What plan?"

"The plan!" He replied, exasperated. "You know, the one that ends in smoke, and us living our lives together, freely, without worrying about any of these bastards giving us a hard time." (Y/n) stared at him blankly. She felt like she was going mad.

"You must have forgotten to fill me in on this plan because I have no idea what the fuck, you're going on about." J.D. looked at her and stroked her cheek.

"You're right." He replied. "I apologise. So, I came up with this amazing plan. The only way that we can teach those popular assholes a lesson, is to make a statement. A big statement."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I, my darling, am going to blow up Westerburg High School in Friday's assembly when everyone is chanting about how much they love the Rottweilers." He smiled as he imagined the whole school going up in smoke.

"Friday? That's two days away." (Y/n) pointed out. She was starting to feel from all of this information being thrown at her.

"I know. Exciting, isn't it?" J.D. mimicked the explosion with his hands. "What's even better is that we won't be in the building, but our parents will think we are. We'll watch the place go up and we'll leave this town for good."

"You want up to fake our own deaths as we kill hundreds of people and run away into the sunset together?" (Y/n) asked.

"Exactly!" J.D. replied, glad that (Y/n) understood him but (Y/n) remained silent as she tried to think of what to say next.

"You're psychotic." She said, eventually. "You really are." (Y/n) stood up to get away from him and sat on the sofa.

"Why, thank you." He said, standing up and fixing his hair in the mirror. (Y/n) shook her head and scoffed in disbelief. J.D. noticed this immediately and turned to look at (Y/n) " What?" He asked, as she threw a cushion at him. "We're breaking up." She told him as she jumped up from the sofa.

"Excuse me?" J.D. asked, wanting to make sure that he'd heard her statement correctly. "You heard what I said." (Y/n) replied. "We're breaking up!" J.D. grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away. "What are you talking about?" He asked. "We're a dream team."

"No, we are not!" (Y/n) said, getting annoyed. "You've said it yourself, I haven't committed any of these crimes, you've done it all, so we're not a dream team." J.D. held her hand in his. "But, baby, I've done it all for you!" J.D. admitted as he held.

"Gee, thanks, I'm flattered." (Y/n) replied, sarcastically. "You know, most boyfriends buy their girlfriends chocolates or flowers, not slushies, dead bodies and forged suicide notes." (Y/n) took J.D.'s hands and pushed them back towards them. "But, seriously, thank you, for giving my teenage angst a body count."

"Calm down!" He said desperately. "Let's just sit and talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about!" (Y/n) replied. "How could you do this to me? How could you just come into my life, kill all of these people, make it look like suicide, and then drop the bombshell on that we're going to blow up a school full of people with a bomb and then expect me to just accept that's how my life is going to be. That's not what a boyfriend does." J.D. started to laugh; he might have thought the world of her and worshipped the ground that she walked one, but by god, she was a sensitive soul.

"Darling, you'd better look out, because the sky is going to hurt when it falls. So, you'd better start building some walls." He kissed her unexpectedly, allowing to fall into his arms, lose all control of herself and wrap her around him. It was a few seconds before (Y/) realised what J.D. was doing, and it wasn't going to work with her anymore. (Y/n) pushed him away. "Get out of my house." She said, breaking her own heart. "You're not my boyfriend anymore." She continued, supressing the tears that were stinging behind her eyes, very well. J.D. flashed his teeth in his smile, as he turned to walk out of the door. He looked back one final time. "You'll be back." He said, surely. "You'll be back baby."