Obsession (A Jeff the Killer Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Rumors

   Hi, there. My name is Grace Michelle Forrester. Average name for an average girl. I'm pretty unremarkable; straight brown hair, and hazel eyes, skinny as a rail, and average height. I don't wear expensive clothes, don't listen to One Direction or Justin Bieber (like most of the girls I know), and I'm not usually very social. It's not that I'm antisocial; I'm just unnoticeable. Nobody's ever really taken much interest in me.Yawn. I know. Pretty boring. I'm like one of those extras in an action movie; I'm there in the background, walking around or sitting at a desk, but you're so focused on Edward Cullen's hairdo that you don't see me. But stay awake, it gets better. I haven't even gotten to Jeff yet.

   Jeff.

Shaggy, sleek black hair, eyes dark and as forbidding as an abandoned coal mine. Palest skin I've ever seen, with a subtle, healthy glow that I had never seen on another human being. Tall and unapproachable, in the most delicious way, like the taste of the chocolate your mother has forbidden you to eat before dinner. Thin, but toned. You could tell that under his white hoodie, his body was hard and defined.

Yes, that was Jeff. He was the guy every popular girl sneered at, but secretly ached to be with, just to experience a taste of the forbidden fruit. Cheesy, I know. But that's the only way to accurately describe him: dangerous, forbidden, a beautiful thing there to tempt us, luring us to our certain demise. Or maybe I've just been reading too many vampire romance novels. Anyway. It was odd he had even less friends than I did. None, to be exact. Maybe he was one of those lone wolf types. He seemed like he would be.

   Nobody really messed with him; we all heard stories about what happened at his last school. Oh, how the rumors flew. Why is it always the strange, new kids that kids talk about? Maybe it's because their pasts are unknown; and therefore, mysterious. Or maybe it's just because it's high school, and if there's one thing about teenagers, it's that they love to gossip.

   Some say he murdered these kids that used to bully him, and escaped prison. Some say he murdered his own parents. Hell, some even think he's secretly some deranged lunatic, unhinged after a what should have been fatal incident with the above mentioned bullies. Some of the more far-fetched students even say that he's not human, that's he's more like a demon or a vampire, come to feed on our blood and souls.

I'm not sure what I believed. The rumors seemed ridiculous, and yet oddly, believable. He certainly had something he was hiding from everyone. He had an air about him, something that no normal teenager had. A self-assuredness. I didn't know what it was, yet. Yet, being the key word. But I was determined, I was going to find out. Even if it killed me. And kill me, it would.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you the story from the tedious beginning, to the bitter end.