Flirt with a cute boy at 7/11, why don’t you? That’s what you were doing right now. Your friend, Heather Chandler, whom you were supposed to be driving with to some college party had ultimately ditched you. Just.. drove off. You didn’t mind all that much, you didn’t really want to go, but you also didn’t want to walk home, either.

The only reason you were still here was to keep talking to Jason Dean, the new guy at Westerburg High. He was all mysterious and edgy, and such a sweet talker. You’d even gotten a free cherry slushie out of him, and a few sticks of red licorice.

You walk with him outside the store, the two of you taking slow strides to draw out your time together; but eventually, the inevitable comes around and they reach his vehicle. A Harley Davidson motorbike. He leans against it, crossing his arms and facing you with a grin on his lips.

“Sweet ride.” You remark, which earns a wider smile from Jason. He unfolds his arms and stands up straight, patting the leather of the seat, then running his hand along it. “Ah, yeah. Had her for a while now. Great fun.”

He pauses for a moment, pursing his lips before lifting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes narrow, head tilting to the side in contemplation.

“Hey, your—, uh.. your friend ditched, yeah? Y’wanna come on a ride? I got an extra helmet, and I don’t bite.” He offers, raising his eyebrows, tongue flicking out to swipe across his bottom lip. The grin is still on his face as he shrugs his shoulders, a hand then lifting to brush his messy hair away from his forehead and out of his eyes, to which it just falls back in place.