"Pretty Boy" || Jason Dean "JD" x Male Reader

I || My Muse

Content warnings: f-slur, swearing, homophobia, violence, blood.

I look around the cafeteria. Seeing no empty tables as usual, I sit down on the floor in a corner. I pull out my lunchbox from my backpack, a sandwich hidden inside. I stare down at the thing and decide to take my jacket off: I just sewed it over the weekend and it took way too much time for me to get it dirty right away. 

I put on David Bowie on my Walkman, covering my ears with the headphones, and dig into my food. I'm not the best cook, but thankfully sandwiches are fairly easy to make. I look around the cafeteria and see the Heathers making their lunchtime poll rounds. I roll my eyes, this is such a pointless tradition.

Soon they're standing in front of me already. I pull down the headphones and look up, raising an eyebrow. "Shoot," I tell them. Heather rolls her eyes and looks down at her list. "If you inherit five million dollars the same day aliens tell the earth they're blowing it up in two days, what would you do?" I raise my arms behind my neck and ponder for a while before smirking. "I'd book a private show with David Bowie and Freddie Mercury and hopefully have a good time, not a long time," I smirked. Heather rolled her eyes and Veronica scribbled down the answer. 

"Great. Now, I have a favor to ask you. I need a new skirt, preferably plaid this time?" Heather shoots me a fake smile. "Gotcha," I give her finger guns, and she shoots me yet another sarcastic smile before turning around and leaving to another table. 

I sigh and lean back before putting my headphones back on and pulling out my sketchbook and a pen from my bag. I look around the hall, praying that someone, at least a single person, decided to wear at least somewhat different clothes today, but like always, everyone looks basic as always. 

Wait.

I halt my thoughts as I see a completely new face. A guy with a single earring and a long, black jacket. I grin and sketch down a silhouette, mimicking his leisurely posture. I glance up to take in more of his style and attitude, only to see Ram and Kurt harassing him. I roll my eyes and sling my bag over my shoulder and get up.

I walk over to the dumbasses and lean on Ram's shoulder. "Well hello there darlings," I purr out.

The two spin around and I smirk at them, a hand on my hip. "What are you doing here, fag?" Kurt spits at me. I smile and shrug. "You two were blocking my view on my inspiration so I decided to come see what the hassle was about... I wouldn't want my muse getting bruised up, even though I imagine blood would be a good look on him." I glance at the gorgeous stranger and wink. He cocks his head to the side with a curious glint in his eyes.

Ram and Kurt get closer to me, Ram just slightly taller than me. I raise my hands up. "Now, I am all in for a beating, but please not here. I would hate to stain my clothes," I run a hand through my hair. The two boys look at each other before lunging for me and I barely dodge. I grab a tray from a nearby table and smash it down on Kurt's head. I kick Ram on the shin and turn towards the exit. "See you later, gorgeous!" I wave at my muse before sprinting down the hallway.

I've never been the most athletic, so it's no surprise the most well-known jocks in the school caught up to me with no problem. I spin around to face them, covering my fear with a cocky smirk. "Took you long enough to catch up," I taunt. Ram clenches his jaw and without a warning, lands a blow right in the center of my face. 

I stagger backwards and raise a hand to my face, wiping blood from my nose. I grimace and slip off my jacket, trying to not get stains on it. "Worried for your clothes and not your bones? And here I thought you couldn't be gayer," Kurt laughs at Ram's insult and they high five each other. I smile sarcastically and lunge forward, landing a solid punch on Ram's stomach. Kurt's nostrils flare and he tackles me to the ground, sitting on my stomach. 

I wink at him. "If you wanted to top me, you should've just said so," I roll my eyes and he punches me. Someone, I assume Ram, kicks my side. I let out a groan and I hear commotion from the hallway. Must be the other students coming to see what the commotion is about. "C'mon boys, let's give them a proper show," I smirk. Kurt punches my face again and I spit out blood. "You can do better than that, darling," I croak out. Ram steps on my forehead to hold it in place as Kurt punches me repeatedly.

The voices in the hallway become blurry, but I think they're chanting "fight". Appropriate, I suppose.  The lights hurt my head. Kurt takes a short break to laugh with Ram and catch his breath, and I take the chance to sit up and create a distraction. I grab his face in my hands and smash my lips to his before bashing my head against his violently. He cries out and gets up off of me and I scramble up to run away, but Heather's loud voice stops me. 

"Boys, we agreed on this. Leave (L/n) alone. Or else." I turn around to see her glaring daggers at me, surrounded by other students staring at her in awe. "With me, (L/n)," she spits out. I tilt my head and sarcastically smile at her before I spit out the last bits of blood on Ram's face, sling my jacket and bag over my shoulder and walk to the girls' bathroom with the Heathers.