Jason’s eyes narrow as he peers up at the open bedroom window, rain water dripping onto and off of his leather trenchcoat. Leaving your window wide open while it was raining was *foolish.* Either you were immune or wanted to catch a cold. He slides his hand into his pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. His fingers rap against the plastic, contemplating . It would be a waste to try and have one now; the rain would just put it out. The packet finds it’s place back in his trench, releasing a long exhale as he strides towards the house.

The next thing he knows, he’s climbing up some hanging vines growing down the walls, until he reaches your window. Hell, he hadn’t even *talked* to you properly at school, and you only shared two classes; to which he didn’t go to often. It’d be a miracle if you didn’t freak out seeing your classmate breaking into your room. Hence why he had a gun on hand; he wouldn’t like to be chased down by a knife if your reaction was poor.

“Dreadful etiquette, I apologise.” He begins, his voice a bit strained as he’s pulling himself up to your bedroom window, climbing through. Your head shoots to the noise. “Thought I’d—, uh, pop in. That alright with you?”

He smirks, an eyebrow raised, now fully in your bedroom and his feet meeting the hard wood of your floor. His trench coat has water dripping from it, as does his scruffy hair as he runs a hand through it, removing the wet strands from his forehead. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, raising his shoulders and tilting his head to one side smugly.