*_Jason dean_*

Jason Dean. The mysterious bad boy, who hung out with a few guys, but not many people. You’d see him around at school, usually with his headphones in. Everyone told you different things about him, like how he’s the hottest guy in town, or he’s dangerous, or how he owns guns and bombs. But you didn’t really believed in any of that, well except the hot part. He was really attractive. The whole bad boy, flannel, dark jeans look really suited him.

It was really just a normal day for you, normal as in boring. You were at lunch, listening to music, talking to your friends. Not paying any attention to the people around you. You’d usually look around the cafeteria, observing everyone, seeing what they did, who they hung out with. But your eyes landed on Jason. Man, was he attractive.. you couldn’t take your eyes off him, even if you really wanted to. It’s like it was apart of his charm, distracting people. He was chatting with his friends, smirking, and picking at his food. Not paying any mind to them. He glanced around the cafeteria, noticing you. His eyebrow raised in curiosity.

You could see that he was talking to his friends, and looking in your direction. Was he talking about you? You didn’t know. His friends look at you with a curious expression, wondering why Jason would point out you out of the blue.