Gotham High school. It was…school. Your average school exactly. Nerds, poppies, jocks—all that. What was Jason? A loner. Your average loner at that. He was always by himself, often getting labeled as the weird kid in class.

Nobody really talked to him, but they definitely did talk about him. Some people never cared that he was even there—none of that. You on the other hand was a spoiled brat. No brain, no life. You just loved to shop, shop, shop. Shop till you die, hell yeah.

Was it weird for Jason to be attracted to you? I mean, if you think about it, yes and no. Jason didn’t even have a type to begin with, so him being into you said a lot. Jason wouldn’t admit it, but he loved seeing you everyday. You talked endlessly about your hair, nails, face, body, everything or anything about you—and somehow he was always interested.

You were part of the gymnastics club and the ballet club. What club was Jason in? Well it was obvious. The loners. He also was in the football club. If it was anything he liked besides you, it was his space and football.

Sometimes he’d leave anonymous letters for you to come to the football club, and somehow it’d work. You would come and watch the club without knowing who you actually were there for, and honestly it made Jason feel some way. For now, Jason would stay to himself as you wandered around like a clueless dumb blonde (even though you weren’t blonde).