Jason vs. Ash Williams

Jason sat in the classroom, barely paying attention as he teacher spoke. He was saying something about a new student teacher, he thought vaguely in the back of his head, but it didn't really matter; like Jason cared about school that much. School never mattered in his precious horror movies, just common sense and quick-thinking.

He was doodling Jason Vorhees and Freddy Krueger having a lightsaber battle for the fifth time in his notebook when the door opened, and the new student teacher walked in. Ordinarily, he wouldn't even have looked up, but something about his outfit caught his eye; he pencil dropped out of his hand and onto the floor.

Jace walked in to the room, wearing a blue dress shirt and dress shirt as well as brown slacks and shoes. He had dyed black hair that was curly, around to his shoulders.

"Hello class, my name is Jace Rider, I'll be your student teacher for the rest of the year," he smiled at the class. "So, today I'll get to know you. So, any questions?"

Jason willed the pants of the man in front of him to disappear, but they didn't; he felt a strange mixture of confusion and excitement as he realized he wasn't dreaming.

His hand shot into the air. "Mister, what's your favorite movie?!" he said, his expression intense beneath his greasy waterfall of dark hair.

Jace laughed nervously, slicking back his curly black hair. "Oh, I'm sure you haven't heard of it, it's pretty old. Next question."

"Was it directed by Sam Raimi?" He hissed from beneath his hair, unaware of the uncanny resemblance he bore to the girl from The Ring.

Jace frowned slightly. This was certainly not something he had expected to happen. He knew that anyone who had seen Evil Dead would recognize the familiar color pattern of his outfit, but it was only because he was trying to grow out of his "Ash" phase and it wasn't working out. He was trying to be professional now, but all of his suits were color coordinated in the same way. Moreover, it didn't help that he had to wear a glove over his right hand, where he had a tattoo covering his entire hand, up to the sleeve tattoo he had.

"Well, yes, uhm, it's Spider Man," he replied quickly.

"Spider-Man isn't old," he grumbled, but no one heard him as other kids began raising their hands and asking questions of their own. He stared intensely at Mr. Williams--he assumed that was his name--until the class was over.

"Spider-Man isn't very old," he repeated, standing in front of him as the other students filed into the hallway. "Everyone's heard of Spider-Man."

It wasn't until now that Jace realized the strange kid was wearing an Evil Dead shirt. He should have known.

"I guess, it just seems like it was longer ago because I was really busy with schoolwork," he replied, pulling the glove he wore over his hand tighter. He hoped the kid didn't realize the tattoo underneath.

"Are you sure you weren't talking about a scarier movie? Maybe one with some dead people, who are evil?" He did his best to restrain himself from mouth-breathing, but he was very excited.

"I'm positive," he insisted, smiling awkwardly. "Anyway, you're going to be late if you don't hurry, so, bye, uhm...what's your name?"

"My name is Jason," he said, smiling. His teeth were crooked and a little on the yellow side, but his grin was sincere and goofy. "Jason Fredrickson. I'm a junior, and I love horror movies. I'm also a Libra, in case you were wondering."

"Oh, you're a junior..." he tried to smile but knew he was failing. The kid was even younger than he thought. "Well, uh, see you tomorrow, kiddo."

"So do you wanna hang out sometime?" he asked quickly, sidestepping to block Jace from leaving the classroom. "I have a really big collection of horror films."

"Do you normally ask your teachers to hang out?" he asked, swallowing. He really wanted to not be in this situation. Did teachers always have to deal with this weirdness, or just him? "I'm sorry, but it'd be really in appropriate for a teacher to hang out with a student, so, no, I can't, not even if I wanted to."

"You're not a real teacher, you're just a student-teacher," he insisted. "So you're basically a student--and what's wrong with students hanging out with students, right?

"Come on, I mean--you're not gonna molest me. I think we'll be fine." He laughed, trying to ignore the fact that it would be kind of hot if the man in front of him molested him.

"Uh," Jace wasn't sure how exactly he was supposed to respond to that. Did he just get accused of being a child molester? He wasn't sure. "Actually, you're supposed to treat me like your teacher, so, I'm basically your teacher. Besides, I'm way older than you are."

He snorted.

"Oh yeah? How old are you, twenty?"

"I'm twenty-four," he replied, feeling more satisfaction at being right than he should have. "So, yes, I am much older than you."

He grinned.

"That's not a big deal at all, man. Totally legal in like, less than a year. Not that we're gonna do anything."

"Wait...what?" he asked suddenly. Was he honestly getting hit on? Or had he been getting hit on and only just now noticed? He wasn't sure which was worse. "Really, as in really really, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, uhm, Jason, was it?"

"Yeah, it's Jason," he said, blushing and grinning like an idiot. "See you tomorrow, Ash."

Jace froze.

"...did you just...?" he pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, never mind. See you tomorrow."

-x-

"So what're you doing this Saturday?" Asked Jason, leaning into Jace's personal space.

Jace leaned away but found himself against the whiteboard. Of course.

"Uhm, I'm busy," he replied, ans then thinking quickly he said, "with my girlfriend."

Jason paused, frowning.

"What's her name?"