So, here I am, outside of Westerberg High on the football field with J.D. He has that stupid bomb strapped to his chest. Why does it have to be like this? We could've had a life together. But no, this asshole had to go and screw everything up!

Jesus, Veronica! What have you gotten yourself into?

God I can't stand it. I just want this all to go away. I can't bear looking in his eyes as the clock ticks down.

20…19…18…

Jesus Christ, what I wouldn't give to make this end.

He looks up at me with those sad eyes. "Our love is God." He says to me smirking. Screw you Jason Dean.

17…16…15…

"J.D… P-Please…" God dammit I'm really gonna miss him. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

14…13…12…11…

It's too soon. I need him to stay. But I know it's for the best… right? One less psychopath in the world? Sociopath? Whatever, he's nuts, this planet is better off without him killing everyone.

10…9…8…

Shit. Last ten seconds. Say something Veronica! Don't just let him go without saying goodbye.

7…6…5…

"Our love is God." He repeats once more, his smile fading and tears running down his face.

3…2…

"Say hi to God…" I murmur as the final second ticks.

1… *BOOM*

And he's gone. All I'm left with his flames and heartbreak. It must have been loud because everybody in the school is rushing out in a confused panic.

Oh great. Here comes Heather Duke, that stupid red scrunchie in her hair. She is the last person I want to see.

I wish that I could just wake up from this utter nightmare! Get a fresh start.

I turn around and there is Heather Chandler, right in my face.

"H-Heather?!" I sputter.

"Here's your fresh start, Bitch!" she shouts. Just then, she punches me in the face.

I wake up in a dark room, I don't recognize this place. I look around and check my surroundings. I'm in a bedroom, but it's not mine.

Holy crap, something just moved next to me.

I look over and squint to see what it is.

It's a guy. Wait. Is that?

"J.D?!" I gasp loudly.

He stirs. "Veronica? What is it?" he says in a tired voice.

Oh my god. This can't be happening. Was that really just a dream?

"N-Nothing," I mutter quietly, still in shock.

He sits up and rubs my shoulder, looking more awake and concerned.

"You look like you just saw a ghost Veronica. You're shaking. Did you have a nightmare? Tell me what happened." He is wide awake now. His eyes are staring straight into mine. He's so cute when he's worried.

I throw myself into his arms. Hugging him as tight as I can, like it's the last time I'll be able to touch him. I'm so glad it was just a dream. I don't know what I would do if he had really died.

I look up into his eyes and smile. "I'm fine J.D. It was just a dream. There's nothing to worry about."

That isn't enough. He still looks very worried.

"Veronica, tell me what happened. It's okay."

I wish he would stop asking.

"It's nothing J.D. I'm okay! I swear."

"Then why are you crying?" he says, wiping a tear from my cheek.

Shit. I hate crying. It makes me feel so stupid. And in front of him? God, I must look like such and idiot.

So, I tell him everything. From killing Heather, to Kurt and Ram, to him being blown up by his own bomb.

"Well shit Veronica. You sure do have a screwed up imagination," he says looking stunned. "You know I'd never do any of that stuff, right?"

"Yeah, of course," I say, looking away from his eyes.

"Hey, J.D, can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me anything Veronica. You know that." He says smiling at me.

"Um, what does Ick lüge mean?"

"You mean Ich lüge? I thing that roughly translates to 'I lie' in German. Why? Where'd you learn that?" he asks.

Wow. 'I lie'. Ass.

"Asshole," I say laughing as a push his shoulder gently. "In my dream you told me that we were gonna shoot Kurt and Ram with 'Ich lüge' bullets. You told me they were just tranquilizers from World War II."

He starts laughing. "And-And you believed me? Please tell me you aren't actually THAT gullible!" he says, still laughing. He's such an ass.

"It's not funny J.D! I trusted you and you completely lied to me!"

"I know, I know. But it was just a dream Veronica. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over," he says calmly, brushing my hair back. "We aren't going to kill anybody and I don't plan on going anywhere. You're stuck with me darling."

I smile back at him. I can't even begin to explain how happy I am that I'm here with him.

We sit here, staring at each other for what feels like hours.

"So, uh, about tonight-" I start, breaking the silence.

"Don't worry about it," he says, winking. "I'm not complaining. It was actually a nice change for once. It's not every night that a girl I just met sneaks into my room through my window and demands sex."

"Yeah… Sorry about that. I may have a few too many at the party," I say scratching my head.

"Really? You don't say," he says with a fake shocked expression on his face. "I couldn't tell! The way you stumbled around my room going on about how Heather was gonna kill you. By the way, what was that all about?"

"Well, I, uh, I kinda knocked down her sick joke on Martha and told her off and said I wanted out of her little clique."

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Why was she so upset? She could just let you go back to being nobody, right?"

"See that's what I thought she'd do. But no. she refused to let that happen. She said that I'll be less than nobody. That she would make the whole school hate me. Then I, um, kind of puked on her and told her to 'lick it up'…"

"Holy shit! I wish I could have been there to witness that! That must have been awesome!"

I can see that this genuinely pleases him. Looking back on it, it was kind of funny. The look on Heather's face was priceless.

But I'm still having a hard time believing that I dreamt all of that. Killing three people, having my best friend attempt suicide, my boyfriend blowing up in front of my face. It felt too real.

"Oh my God. I almost forgot about Martha. I have to tell her the truth. I can't let her hear it from someone else. If one of the Heathers told her that I wrote that horrible note, I think she would actually try and kill herself. She needs to hear it from me."

"Veronica, you realize that she would never forgive you, right?"

"I don't care. I'd rather she hate me and never speak to me again than her being dead. She's my best friend and I don't know what I'd do if she did something like that because of me."

"Okay. We can go see her later and you can tell her the truth. I'll come with you. For emotional support, of course."

This seems oddly familiar, like in my dream. But of course he isn't actually a psycho, and even if he was, Martha wouldn't pose a threat to him. She isn't really his type. He targets the popular assholes. Oh my God! Veronica, what are you going on about? It. Was. Just. A. Dream. Get over it.

"Really? You sure you wanna be there for that mess?"

"Absolutely. I want to be there for you if things go awry."

And if they do? What would happen?

"Thanks J.D. Let's go," I say, reaching for my shirt.

"Woah, woah, woah. Hang on just a second there, Veronica," he says, pulling me back. He looks over at the digital clock on his nightstand. "It's like, four in the morning Veronica! I don't think Martha would appreciate you banging on her door this early to tell her about your little letter."

I look over at the clock. Wow. It is only four o'clock in the morning. I glance back at J.D. and scowl at him.

"Oh don't give me that look, Veronica," He says, rolling his eyes. He starts to laugh and shake his head, "Besides, I don't think you've even come close to sobering up yet, champ. I think it'd be best if we were to go back to bed and go when the sun is actually up."

"I'm too stressed out to possibly sleep," I whine as I flop back onto his mattress and shut my eyes tight.

I open my eyes and turn my head towards him. I look up and see him staring down at me with a sly grin on his face.

He leans down so his face is right next to mine. "Who said we had to go to sleep?" he whispers softly, brushing my hair back as he kisses me gently.

I wrap my arms around his neck and start to kiss him back. I run my fingers through his hair as he draws me in closer.

Suddenly I hear this awful sound, like a squeaky metal sound. Why is it so loud? Where is it coming from? I pull away and look up at J.D.

"What the hell is that noise?" I ask, starting to get annoyed.

He just kind of looks around confused for a moment.

"Oh! That? That's just my hamster on her wheel," he explains.

"You, have a hamster?" I say bewildered.

"Yeah," he says shyly, "Her name is Slushie."

I can see him blushing in the darkness. How adorable is he?

"Slushie the Hamster," I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You know what, Veronica Sawyer?" he starts.

"What, Jason Dean?" I ask.

"I-I don't need your judgement," he says. I can see he is starting to get flustered.

"Hey, no judgement here," I say, putting my hands up. "I think it's a wonderful name."

I pull him close to me and nuzzle myself into his chest, just taking in his scent and listening to the beating of his heart. I close my eyes and let myself relax as he wraps his arms around me and starts stroking my hair. Our breathing synchronizes as I drift off to sleep.

"Thought you said you couldn't sleep," J.D. says. I can hear him smile as he speaks.

"Mmhmhphh" I mutter as I nestle in closer.

As I close my eyes, I can't help but think about my nightmare. It just felt so real, like it actually happened. Oh well, I'll just stop thinking about it and go to sleep. I'll probably forget the whole thing by the time I wake up anyhow.