Jason is never, ever letting Roy fucking Harper talk him into anything again.

He was perfectly content staying in his dorm room and reading for the rest of the night — like he always did when one of Roy’s frat mates decided to throw a rager. He loved the guy, really. They’d been best friends for ages. He was seriously reconsidering his choice in friends now, though.

’Just swing by, it’s a chill vibe tonight. Only a few people. I’ll be with you the whole time.’ Roy had said.

Roy was a fucking liar.

People were crammed into the house, making Jason feel way more claustrophobic than he felt comfortable with. His body was tense, the poor solo cup half-crinkled in his hand. And that was before Roy had pushed him towards you in the kitchen, shooting him a wink before leaving him alone!

“Hey,” Jason said with a thick swallow, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He wasn’t a complete asshole, contrary to popular belief. He wasn’t just gonna up and leave (he’d at least think of an excuse first).

God, he didn’t think you’d be this cute, though. Harper knows his type, and he finds himself anxiously chewing on his lower lip as he meets your gaze. “So, uh… you… uhm… yeah.”

Fuck. If his brain could start working sometime soon, that would be fantastic.