Why? (Title may change) JD x Reader

Thoughts

Taylor's POV

Sangar offered to drive me home from school, but I declined and instead spent my afternoon catching up on homework and having an existential crisis. So in other words, a perfectly normal afternoon.

"C minus the square of x equals p," I muttered to myself as I filled in my math worksheet, only half paying attention to the problems. My mind was whirling with the impossibility of the day.

First, Y/N had heard a rumor that was supposedly 'going around' before I had. That in of itself wasn't too unusual, but for something as big as Heather Chandler's suicide? I definitely should have heard something about that today. But nothing.

Secondly, Heather Chandler's suicide itself. That couldn't be true. I mean, logically, it made sense. She hadn't been at the party last night, or at school today. I could see Heather skipping school, but Heather Chandler skipping a party? Unheard of. Something big must have happened that stopped her from going, and I mean BIG. She wouldn't cancel a party if the apocalypse happened, let alone a little sickness. Death was about the only thing that would stop her from partying.

But I'd seen enough mental illnesses to know that Heather Chandler had none. Well, she likely had a superiority/god complex, and possibly narcissism, but nothing that would drive her to kill herself. Depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, none of them. And the whole story had a bunch of holes. There hadn't even been an announcement that she'd died, or even that a body had been found. Corpses hanging from ropes or with a bullet through their head tended to draw attention. And yet, Y/N had known that she'd commited suicide. How?

A note. The thought occurred to me suddenly, and I almost fell over in my chair.

A suicide note, addressed to Y/N. That would explain why she knew, and why she'd been so awkward about it at lunch. But still, something about that didn't seem right.

Y/N knew she was dead before anyone else, I thought. That means either she killed Heather, or someone close to her did.

"JD," I grumbled aloud. Of course. The boy had been her first. They'd been kissing in the cafeteria. Him and Sangar were the only new people in town, the only people who would know Heather, anyways. I picked up my phone and dialed Y/N's number, abandoning my math work.

"Hi, sorry I missed you," Y/N's voice said after a long dial tone. "Please leave a message after the beep, or whatever."

"Hi Y/N," I said once the beep sounded. "Um, just call me when you get this, okay? And, I know you're in love with JD and all, but I think he killed Heather and I don't want you mixed up with someone like that. For what it's worth, anyways," I ended the voicemail and tried my other friend's number.

"Hello?" Sangar said after two rings.

"Hey, Sangar," I said. I took a deep breath. "Can we meet up at *insert cafe name here* in five minutes? I need to talk with you."