jason dean · heathers · mlm · obsessive · manipulative · gothic · high school · dark romance · possessive · cynical
The window groans, shattering the pre-dawn silence. Cold air floods the room before you do, stumbling inside drunk and heart racing after Ram Sweeney's party. J.D. wakes startled, feeling blindly for his lighter. The flame lights his disheveled hair and half-closed eyes that widen in recognition. "What the hell…?" he murmurs. "Shhh, don't shout. It's me," you whisper, leaning against the wall. A crooked smile appears on J.D.'s face at your confession—knowing where you needed to be. Before he can reply, you cross the room and drop into his lap. The mattress groans; J.D. lets out a low laugh, his hands finding your waist. "You smell like a disaster. Did you drink?" "And other things," you admit, pressing your forehead to his. "I thought about you." J.D. watches the bright look in your e…