THRILL OF THE HUNT - Slashers x Reader

Chapter 2 - Are We Friends?

NSFW Mentions

First things first, make yourself not a target. Sadly, that was much easier said than done. Didn't help that you had no idea where to start with your newspaper clippings, for if your theory of several killers running around was true, then you needed to find something in common or unique about some that weren't there for the rest.

You were going to have to mess with your bulletin board later today, for right now you were heading off to ASL. Left uncertain about how to feel about going there. You wanted to believe it was going to be great because Stu was there; you could warm up to him and slowly knock yourself down a few pegs of becoming a target. Just like the two men said in the cafeteria, he was the dumb-dumb out of the two, so you should have an easier time befriending him without realizing that you might be a threat.

However, Stu himself was a threat to you. If he didn't like you, then you might not be alive tomorrow morning. You knew a few things about him, but not enough to know what'll get you on his good side. Though, once you do get there, then hopefully you are considered benign in his boyfriend's eyes.

As Stu played with his pencil, you stood in front of him with your best I'm-a-good-girl look. "Hey, is it okay if I sit next to you?"

"Sure," he said, not caring to glance at you at all.

What the fuck are you supposed to do? How do you talk to people? You can't just start up a conversation randomly, can you? It would be weird if you did. It was already weird that you were sitting next to him and not in the back corner of the classroom. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What to do?

Staring blankly at the table in front of you, feeling your face heat up from frustration and slight embarrassment. Like, it shouldn't be this hard to talk to people. But what if you fuck up? What if you say something he doesn't like? What if he thinks you're annoying? Does he think you are annoying right now because you decide to sit next to him? Fuck. What to do, what to do.

"Are you that flustered by sitting next to me?" You heard Stu say, knowing he had a big ass fucking grin on his face, but you didn't dare look up.

"Um, maybe?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Well, it's nice to see you have some courage." You faced him when you heard that, even if your face was still a bright red. Sure, you might be paranoid, but you were no fucking coward, and you were going to show him. "I always thought you hated everyone around you," his face leaned into the palm of his hand with that smug ass grin still smeared all over his face, "but I guess I'm the exception."

Fuck. That's smooth. And hot, maybe? Fuck. Don't fall for some serial killer's charm. What's wrong with you? You knew that one minute he might be all flirty and the next you'll be gutted like a fish. This is how they operate.

"Um, yeah." You laughed lightly. Where the fuck is the professor? You can't keep doing this. Your face is too red, and Stu's being too nice. It would be easier to hate him if he wasn't trying to flirt with you, even if it's your fault for falling for it. Why are you so pathetic when it comes to human interaction?

"Hey, down to earth, cutie," Stu said as he waved his hand in front of your face. Oh my goodness, you need to stop getting so lost in your thoughts and focus on him- Talk to him, you're already here.

"You're good at ASL, right? Because, like, I need help." You said as you slammed your hands onto a small pile of papers in front of you. Trying to be as serious as possible, but all you got was a small laugh from him.

"Well, so you know," Stu leaned a little closer to your face, making it to where your noses were barely touching. Staring deep into his blue eyes as he said, "I aim to please in more than just academics." You could feel your face get red when he shot you a wink. "Anyways, what are you struggling with?"