BKML Extras

Bonus Chapter: Tim's POV

Basically, Tim's POV from chapter two. I thought this was very funny and so did my beta readers. You can decide if this is canon or not. <3 and no this was not beta tested.

Also trigger warning for Tim planning your death. (Basically gore mention)

Brian was beginning to get on my nerves. Ever since he met that bitch on the bus he wouldn't shut up, talking about how cute her little reactions were, how fun it would be to watch those expressions twist into disgust and panic. God, what a fucking psycho.

I knew how important this job was, after all, I am kinda the fucking leader here. Yet this dumbass kept reminding me, getting too ahead of himself. He kinda reminded me of Toby, the little shit. If I wanted to get this over with I was going to have to go into the actual field myself, which I wasn't exactly looking forward to.

I sent Brian and Toby to the blonde one, making sure to remind them about the importance of keeping it safe, at least for now. And I took the other one, the one who worked with the main target at that shitty Starbucks.

So that's how I ended up staring at this girl from across the shop, her back hunched and her hair pulled back so she could scribble whatever nonsense she was doing onto her notebook. I couldn't see the contents of her computer screen from my spot in line, but I could make out the flushed color on her cheeks as she studied the chair in front of her a little too closely.

'What a dumbass.'

I collected my coffee, black of course. Finally, I could make my way over and walk past her, maybe catch a better glimpse at her work.

My eyes were drawn towards her notebook as I approached from behind, trying not to seem suspicious to the scattered workers and customers. The first thing I noticed was the messy 'Cannibalism' title at the top of the page, underlined with a harsh graphite line. Then I managed to scan her new writing, it was a fucking love poem. And from her little slanted words, I could make out that it was most certainly about my co-worker, Brian.

That country-loving fuck, of course, he takes the 'sweet and lovable' route with her.

I rolled my eyes and brushed past her arm, making her jump in surprise and cover her work, following me with her gaze as I walked past. Dumbass didn't know that I already saw her sappy shit. It made me sick.

Of course, she got to live in ignorant bliss, completely oblivious to the shit going down not too far from here. I envied her, it made my fists clench and my jaw clench. That was going to change soon. Maybe Brian was right, maybe it would be fun seeing her little embarrassed look morph into one of terror at the hands of them.

I took a seat at the table across from her and pulled out my phone, sipping on my hot coffee. As I scrolled mindlessly I watched her from the corner of my eye, she kept staring at me, her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before they raised and she made a little noise in surprise.

I was a little shocked that she managed to recognize me.

She did continue to stare though, her pencil moving again as she trained her focused eyes on me, looking back and forth between me and her paper. I sighed and took another long drink from my cup, my eyes finally lifting to meet hers.

She slapped a hand over her page, her cheeks reddening in being caught. It was kinda endearing, but it also made me want to rip her head off and kick it through the big glass windows. Maybe break all her fingers and then swing a crowbar at her kneecaps. Make her beg for mercy. For her life.

Any minute now she would get a text, maybe from her roommate, or maybe from that pathetic excuse for a friend.

Sure enough, her phone dinged and she seemed to forget I was there. 'Good, she was freaking me out.'

I began to scroll through my phone again, knowing Toby would be on the other end of the threatening texts she was bound to receive. I took another calm sip and bit the inside of my cheek as I passed another dumb meme from my Tumblr timeline. Of course, Brian would manage to get some stupid nerd joke on my page.

Not a lot of time passed before I heard an object drop to the table not too far from where I sat, I fought the urge to look up as a chair scraped back and footsteps came closer.

"Excuse me, sir?" I tried not to snort at her shaking voice, her knuckles white as they curled into fists at her sides. I looked up with a bored expression and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She went quiet for a moment and I almost thought she had a stroke before she gathered her words again.

"I was just wondering if you were single?"

I blinked once, twice, a third time. 'Fucking what???' I was so shocked by her random-ass question I nearly choked, the annoyance I felt before was fading and was quickly replaced with plain old embarrassment. I couldn't control the faint heat in my cheeks as I held in a laugh a smile. I could barely comprehend this woman. What the fuck was she thinking??

"Uh, I am?" I cursed the small rise in my voice at the end, not used to feeling so unsure about a situation. But here this dumbass was, making me feel like some shitty high schooler with her (h/c) hair and nervous smile. This was definitely a new low for me.

She smiled wider, a blush making its way to the apples of her cheeks as she fidgeted in place. "Cool...cool. So then...could I maybe get your number?"

I choked on my breath. Fuck, what the fuck do I say? This was not a normal situation. I go from stalking and planning this girls torture and now she's trying to proposition me in a Starbucks at like twelve in the afternoon?

"I, I mean..sure?" I stumbled over my words as she looked dumbly back at me. It was like she wasn't expecting me to agree to such a stupid request, I wasn't either to be fair. I felt like a bumbling idiot as she stared at me blankly, not sure how to respond.

"Ah...ok then." She fumbled for her phone as she shifted her weight nervously to the other side, I followed the action, opening my contact list with way too much difficulty. God, I was so going to get laughed at later. Somehow my rock bottom got rockier.

She handed me her phone and I blinked at it, before hurriedly typing in my number and name. Just my name, no other dumb shit or some stupid nickname. Just 'Tim.' She finished her contact page at the same time and so we exchanged phones once more.

'(Y/N) <3' Holy fucking balls, are you kidding me? I could laugh at her, or even hit her over the head with my chair. Did she seriously put a fucking heart?! How dumb was--

She snorted, still looking down at my name and number. My eyes snapped back up, what the fuck was she laughing at? I pocketed my phone and watched as she slapped a hand over her mouth, trying and failing to hide another snicker with a fake cough.

'Did this bitch really just ask for my number and then laugh at my goddamn name?'

"Well, Tim, it was very nice to meet you. Thanks for the number uhh...have a nice day!"

'She fucking did. Oh, I'm so going to stomp her brains in when I get the chance.'

I watched as she ran back to her seat, her expression screaming embarrassment and hidden amusement. I narrowed my eyes before briskly standing up and grabbing my coffee, rushing past her and out the front door.

I didn't even acknowledge her muffled screams as I speed-walked down the slippery sidewalk. This was going to be the end of me when I got back. Fucking shitty Brian and his dumbass southern accent and height--