J.D. was crazy. You had known that since the two of you met. But you hadn’t thought he would go this far.

When he had killed Heather Chandler, it had been in accident, right? I mean, you were the one who grabbed the wrong cup. He only came up with the idea to make it look like a suicide. The plan had kept you both safe. When you’d met his father, the man was.. strange. It was obvious that J.D. got it from him. Their dynamic was odd, but every family is different. They were just different, right?

But now, as you sat in his car in the parking lot of Westerburg High, you knew this kid was a killer. And now you were too. Those weren’t some special tranquilizer bullets. They were real, and now Kurt and Ram, the two rapey, meat-headed jocks were dead.

And now, he was accusing you of wanting this.

“Look, You believed it, because you wanted to believe it. Your true feelings were too gross and icky to face!”

He said.