🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Killer Love-4

Randy looked over at me. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't let them murder you." He grinned. I smiled back holding a bit of anger in it. I glanced at Billy and Stu. "Don't worry Randy. No one can kill me.

I can promise you that."

Sidney and Tatum started to storm up a conversation while Randy minded his own business. He would say a few words then go back to doing whatever. Something seems to be on his mind.

"Whatever..." I paused letting out a sigh then smiling. "Just come follow me. I would rather no one else hear this." I said toward the pair. Billy squinted his eyes. "Okay..." I led them over to my motorcycle and decided to take my cash and put it back in the compartment since it could actually lock and not get stolen. My back pocket isn't the best place to put a couple hundred dollars.

"Woah- uh, is this yours?" Stu asked staring at the motorcycle. I smirked. "Sure is." I let out a small sigh. "Too bad it was my boyfriends..." Stu looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. "You have a boyfriend?" "No I don't fuckwad. I had one. He got murdered last night."

Stu's arms slumped down to his side. "Oh- well shit." Billy walked closer to me. "Do you know how he was killed?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to ignore the want to wonder why in the hell you would ask me that right after he fucking died and just answer it. Well, his house got broken into and he ultimately got tackled to the ground. The killer stabbed him repeatedly. It's almost like they..." I paused thinking back to the memory. "It's almost like the killer wanted him to feel all the pain that they've felt. Like it was a way for the killer to release some sort of tension they've had for a while." I looked over at the two and leaned back on my bike.

"Well at least that's my guess." After a brief moment of silence I spoke up again. "Anyways, finally getting to while I dragged you two over here..." I tilted my head to the side a bit. "Does Randy have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? I'm not one to judge." I waited patiently while watching Stu's face contort into one of a bit of...disgust. Billy just stood there staring at me. Maybe it might just be me and my fucked up mind, but I think his eyes darkened a tint.

I stared back at them. "Oh my fucking god- do you guys have some sort of man crush on him? Cause I only asked one damn question but you two just don't wanna answer it." I'm starting to get a little impatient. "He's single." Billy spoke up still staring dead at me. I smiled. "Well why thank you Billy. See? It was that damn easy. But that's all I wanted to know."

"Why would you..." Stu started. "Why the hell would you wanna date him? I mean, the guys weird. He has an obsession with horror movies, he never quits talking, and he's just..." I crossed my arms. "He's just what?" I asked seriously. "It might just be me...but I think he's the killer. He just fits the part."

I scoffed. "And how do you know I'm not the killer?" I asked a hint of anger in my voice. Stu chuckled. "You're a-" I cut him off by whipping out my pocket knife from my belt and holding it to his throat. His eyes widened and he held his hands up in defense. I glanced over at Billy who was equally as surprised.

I grinned. "You were saying?" "I wasn't saying anything!" Stu backed away a bit. I flipped my knife back into its holder. "Now good." I looked at Billy. "Cat got your tongue?" "All I'm saying is that it's not really likely that you would be the killer." Stu said slowly as if trying to not get me angered again.

"I can kill someone. Everyone can. Just think about it. Two teens mysteriously killed last night then a new girl suddenly shows up at school the next morning. Doesn't that sound like a good fucking plan to you?" I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Okay let's step away from all the murder for a bit. Thank you guys for agreeing to talk to me for a while. It was a nice conversation." I glanced over at Stu's neck. It was a bit red. I sighed. "You make me feel pity. Name your price."

Stu scrunched up his face in confusion. "Huh?" "Name. Your. Price. I feel a little bad for Y'know going 'psycho killer' on you, so tell me what you want and I'll get it. And I might as well get you something too." I motioned toward Billy.

Stu gave a toothy smile. "I want a knife." I looked up at him. "What kind..?" "One of those really big kitchen knives. I uh- I have some stuff to take care of at home and I don't have the money to buy a knife." I sighed. "Uh-huh. And what about you, Billy." He grinned and stared at me.

"A date."