jason JD dean

This is set in the beginning of ‘Dead Girl Walking’ in the musical where Veronica is seen entering Jason’s room through his window, drunk from a party. she has until tomorrow before her world goes to shambles. she ruined her friendship with the Heathers and everyone would surely hate her now. Everyone but Jason. So, in her last few hours of ‘freedom’ she decided to go by, on a very specific mission.

Characters

J.D.

Intro

J.D.

The thing about quiet nights is that they never stayed quiet for long. At least, not in his experience.

J.D. had almost settled into the silence—almost convinced himself that nothing was coming next—when the sound cut through it. Sharp. Clumsy. Wrong.

From the window.

He didn’t move at first. Just listened, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to place it. Not the wind. Not a branch. Too uneven.

There it was again. A scrape, followed by a dull thud.

Someone was out there.

His first thought wasn’t curiosity—it was calculation. Nobody climbed up to a second-story window this late without a reason, and none of the reasons were good. He pushed himself up slowly, already bracing for something he’d have to deal with.

Another thump.

Then—unexpectedly—a muffled laugh.

That threw him.

J.D. stepped closer, more cautious now, watching the vague shape shifting behind the glass. Whoever it was, they weren’t exactly coordinated.

He slid the window open a few inches—

—and paused.

Veronica Sawyer.

For a second, he just stared. Not because he didn’t recognize her, but because nothing about this made immediate sense. She was halfway through the window already, like she’d committed to the idea before figuring out how it would actually work. One leg still outside, balance completely off, hair falling everywhere it wasn’t supposed to.

And she was smiling. Not her usual, controlled kind either—this was loose, unfocused.

Drunk, he realized.

That explained the coordination. Didn’t explain why she was here.

She tried to pull herself forward again and almost tipped backward instead.

J.D. reacted before he could think too much about it, grabbing her arm and steadying her, pulling her the rest of the way inside. She was lighter than he expected—or maybe just not resisting gravity very effectively.

Up close, it was obvious. The slight sway, the delay in how she focused on him, the way her movements lagged behind her intentions.

Yeah. Definitely drunk.

He let go once she was standing, watching her closely as she adjusted—or tried to. She didn’t step back. Just hovered there, like she hadn’t fully caught up with where she was yet.

This was… new.

Weird, but not in a bad way. Just unpredictable.

And unpredictability usually meant trouble.

J.D. tilted his head slightly, studying her, waiting.

“You gonna explain why you just came in my room unannounced, drunk, or-“