The games (Jeff the killer love story)

Chapter thirteen

Jeff's P.O.V.

Slamming my door closed, I walk towards my bed while taking off my hoodie and throwing it on the floor. I then sit on the edge of my bed, sliding down off of it and stopping when I feel the floor. I was now sitting on the floor as I placed my hands on my head.

"What is this..?"I asked myself while I roughly comb my hair back with my fingers. Why does she drive me so crazy? I thought as her warm smile appears in my thoughts. I've been watching her for almost an entire month. For some reason I didn't want to kill her, I wanted to see her smile every single day. I'd wake up early in the mornings just to watch her go to school. I'd rush back to the tree in the woods near her house when I knew it was time for her to come back.

Why is she so interesting? I thought as I scratched my head. I like seeing her and when I found out she picked me as her keeper I was so....glad...? I don't understand why. I just want to be near her. I want to see her smile.

"Damn it..." I whip my head back and stare at the ceiling. Remembering my blood boil when I saw Ej holding her wrist. He didn't have to touch her!

"What's this feeling...?" I question as I continue staring upwards. I want something from her...but what? That question has been lingering through my thoughts for awhile. I then hear a knock on my door and I stay quiet, hoping that who ever it is will just leave thinking I'm not here. Suddenly I hear the door knob move and I look over to the door.

"I didn't say come in." I say coldly while throwing a glare at the door, not knowing who it was.

"Does it look like I care?" I hear a familiar female voice say, causing my expression to soften a bit as I get up. I then see her hold a bowl of cereal. Is it morning already? Did I seriously stay up all this time thinking about her?? I thought while looking at her.

"Breakfast?" I ask as I walk over to her and I notice a hint of red play on her cheeks. Is she blushing? I asked in my thoughts.

"Well yeah Slender man told me to bring it to you." She says while looking away, not wanting to look at me. If I'm not wrong I think she's trying to hide her blush. I then remember I don't have my hoodie on and that my upper body is exposed. I smirk to myself.

"So I get cereal?" I ask to see what her reaction will be.

"I'm not a cook!" She defends herself and looks at me then blushes more and looks away.

"I thought the old man made it?" I say as my smirk grows. Stepping closer to her I grab the bowl of cereal and look at her. We're only inches away from each other.

"I-I..whatever!" She says and right when she was about to turn around and leave I grab her wrist.

"Thanks for worrying  about me sweetheart." I say in a teasing tone to piss her off and she pulls her wrist away.

"I don't worry about you! And put on a shirt or something!" She yells with a light blush on her cheeks. She then goes to her room and slams the door shut. I let out a chuckle as I walk over to my bed. I start to eat while wondering why'd she care if I ate or not.

When I finish I put on another hoodie that's clean, I then go downstairs and take my plate to the kitchen. I leave it in the sink then go back up. She's still in her room? I thought while standing in front of her door. A plan forms in my mind as a smirk appears. I go to the stairs and walk up to the third floor.