~Just as sane as you are~ JD x reader

Chapter 1 - First Impressions

Your POV

I wake to the obnoxious beeping of my alarm clock. I slam my hand down on the top of it, shutting it up. School. Yay. Notice the sarcasm.

I get dressed in a (f/c) tank top and ripped jean shorts. I pulled a pair of socks and tattered white converse on my feet before grabbing my bag. I stop in the designer kitchen of my dad's penthouse apartment and snatch a piece of toast from the toaster seconds before my step mother grabbed it.

"y/n! Give me back my breakfast!" She yelled.

"Sorry, but this is the only decently healthy solid foods I'm having today." I said, stepping out the door, debating on weather I had time to stop for a Turbo Dog before school, and if I really cared if I was late.

I eventually decided that the more I ate in the morning, the less crappy school lunch I would need to eat later. So, I stopped in at the 7/11, said a quick hello to Lenny, and arrived at school late.

When I walked through the door of Mr. Martin's classroom I noticed the trench coat kid that I saw yesterday standing at the front of the class.

"Nice of you to arrive Miss l/n." Mr. Martin said, raising one messy eyebrow.

"Sorry, I decided that sleep and food were more important than math." (A/N if you don't mind math just replace it with your least favorite subject, math just seems to be universally hated even though it's not that bad.) I stated, sitting down in my usual seat.

Mr. Martin glared. "One more late and that's a detention." He reprimanded.

"Great," I responded. "That means I have an excuse to stay away from home."

Mr. Martin didn't respond, just shot me a disapproving look. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, we have a new student from Sherwood, Ohio."

Isn't that the school that just blew up? I think. This kid is even more interesting than I thought. I pay attention just long enough to catch his name, Jason Dean, before switching my brain to other things. I notice one pocket, presumably an inside pocket as I can't see any stitches, that seems to have something heavy in it. Is that why he won't take it off? What's in there? Cigarettes? Nah, too big. The voice in my head responds. A pencil case or other schools supplies? Not enough value to need it everywhere, plus, it has a weird shape. A... gun? Yes.

He says a little about himself then sits down in the only empty seat, the one next to mine. He seems to notice me looking at him suspiciously, I quickly avert my eyes to my bag and pretend I'm looking for something.

-Timeskip brought to you by young Christian Slater-

JD's POV

I walk into the cafeteria and look around the cafeteria to spot a table in the corner where the same girl that had been in my homeroom and the 7/11. What was her name? Y/n right? I decided to sit next to her, plus her table was basically deserted other than her.

"Hey." I said, sitting down.

"I still think it's too hot to be wearing a trench coat." She responded, looking me in the eyes. "So, what brings you to good old sunny Miami?"

"My dad's work. We move a lot."

"Huh, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," I said, chuckling quietly at my own joke, seeing as there was a gun in my pocket. Locked and loaded.