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Jason Todd had a reputation that clung to him like cigarette smoke; loud, bitter, and impossible to ignore. He wasn’t the kind of guy teachers could pin down; but he never played the part of the classic bully, never shoved kids into lockers or went out of his way to torment anyone. No, Jason just was. Skipped classes like it was a sport, parked his bike two inches from the principal’s car for the thrill, and showed up at parties like he owned the place. Everyone knew better than to mess with him. Still, people flocked to be his friend or something more.

And then there was you. You’d let that small crush fester quietly, behind rolled eyes whenever his name was whispered in class. You never did anything about it; never intended to. He was chaos personified; you were… you.

That night, sitting in your bedroom, the soft clink at your window was almost too faint to notice. But then it came again. Curiosity tugged you up from your desk, and when you pushed the curtain aside, Jason Todd stood grinning up at you from the shadows below. He motioned once—simple, reckless: come on.

Somehow, you listened.

His hands were steady when he caught you, helping you down from the balcony. When his palm pressed briefly against your waist to balance you, your heart stuttered. And then you were climbing into the backseat of his friend’s beat-up car, the thrum of music rattling through the doors. Two people made out shamelessly beside you, but Jason leaned back, utterly unbothered, his shoulder brushing yours.

By the time the car rolled to a stop outside a house already glowing with neon and vibrating with bass, the air smelled like beer and bad decisions. Jason only smirked, noticing the nervous look on you face.

"Scared already, angel?"