The Strange Good Girl

Chapter One: Friends

Jason Voorhees walked through the forest Machete in hand. The only sounds to be heard were his heavy footsteps and an insufferable music playing in the distance. Ignoring the bushes and low branches that caught in the holes of his ragged clothes he headed in the direction of the horrible noise. 

Jason was restless. Not many had wandered into his forest lately leaving him rather bored with only hunting and setting traps to pass the time. He hadn't heard Mother's voice for over a week until he heard the music nearby. You hear that Jason? Bad boys and girls are doing naughty things over there, they must be punished!

Jason finally broke through the trees to find a large cabin as the source of the noise. He wished it would stop, it was louder than any of the screams he was used to hearing from his victims. Then the horrible loud noise instantly ceased. He could hear shouting inside, and peeked in through the closest window.

"What the hell you guys? Are you trying to blow out my speakers? I know we're in the middle of nowhere and no one can hear us but I like having my eardrums intact!" The small girl screamed at her friends louder than she meant to. Her ears were ringing from the music.

The more slender of the two boys sitting on the couch replied, "Having eardrums is soo twenty minutes ago."

"Yeah didn't you get the memo? Oh wait I forgot moving bitches aren't on the memo list." The other boy added slyly. The girl sitting between the two boys snickered.

The smaller girl just stood with her arms crossed glaring at her three friends. Ethan the thinner yet taller boy smirked at the girl. Tossing his long black and pink hair to the side. He was dressed in tight fitting black leather plants with a small black and white striped shirt and pink bracelets and had on thick blue and pink eye shadow.

Amber, the girl next to him, was a bit plump wearing a green shirt under a black hoody and a short purple tutu. Her hair was colored the same as Ethan's and shaved into a Mohawk.

Sitting on the other side of her was Matt. He was slightly muscular but it looked strange with his pasty skin. He wore large red baggy pants that were riddled with chains, belts and straps along with a red muscle shirt. On his head he wore red and black goggles and had his short black hair arranged in a mess of angles and spikes.

The insulted girl standing before them seemed plain compared to them. She wore a black long sleeved shirt and black baggy pants. Her long bangs had been concealed behind her ears, and the rest of her brunette hair was cut short and sat in spikes on her head.

"Oh come on Lisa you knew we were going to be mad you. You only sprang this on us at the last minute." Amber explained.

"I'm sorry. I just really wanted to get out of there. And I knew you guys would help me." Lisa explained.

"Well that's because we're awesome bitch, don't forget it." Ethan remarked.

"If you lazy bums are so awesome, how come the only thing you've managed to unpack since we got here is my stereo?" Lisa inquired.

"Do we look like your slaves?" Matt asked tossing the remote the stereo back and forth between his hands.

"What the hell? That's why I wanted you guys to come up here with me. So we could hang out and unpack everything." She explained,

"You should know by now that we don't do heavy lifting or anything that requires physical exertion if you're around to do it for us." Ethan grinned at Matt from across the couch.

Lisa was furious now. Why can't they just stop being superficial bitches for one day?! Would it kill them?

"Oh I almost forgot..." Amber got up off of the couch and walked into the kitchen. She came back a moment later with a large bottle of tequila and margarita mix in hand. "...would you mind finding us the blender? I know you have one in one of these boxes somewhere."

"What? No, find it yourself." Lisa was getting extremely annoyed with them, wishing she never invited them in the first place.

"No, it's your house, and we're the guests. We don't have to do anything." Matt crossed his arms and smirked.

"This is ridiculous. I fucking cook for you guys and get you drinks all the time when we're at any of your houses." Lisa reminded them.

"But you didn't have to do all those things if you didn't want to." Matt smirked.

"Like I had a choice you guys would nag and annoy the shit out of me whenever I refused." She glared.

"Please Lisa, come on when else will we have the chance to get completely wasted and be as loud as we want in the middle of nowhere?" Amber pleaded.

"You know I don't drink. So that's not going to work on me." Lisa spat.

"But you can have fun watching us be idiots. Who knows I could turn Ethan straight by the end of the night." Amber laughed.

Ethan giggled at the last part. "It'll take more than some tequila I can tell you that." He winked at Amber.

"Oh come on please? I'll run around naked if it makes you feel better." Matt joked.

"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, please, please, please, please, Lisa, Lisa..." The three of them began chanting her name together.

"OK! Shut the fuck up already! I'll find the god damned blender. God you guys annoy the shit out of me!" Dammit why do they always do this!?

The three exchanged a look of triumph that Lisa didn't see as she began rummaging through a nearby box.

Jason had moved to the window just outside the kitchen to observe the girl being forced to serve her friends the bad drink called alcohol. It was strange he almost felt pity for the girl. Looking at her more closely now he realized she reminded him of someone. He couldn't remember who and decided it was unimportant and pushed it to the back of his mind.

He was unsure of whether or not she was a bad girl. She didn't drink any of the bad stuff she only mixed and served it to the mean ones in the other room. Mother hadn't said anything about her when she was not around the other bad ones. Mother only spoke angrily when he saw the others drinking the bad drink.

Mother had told him many times about the bad drink called alcohol. Alcohol is a bad drink for bad people Jason. It makes them even worse. They drink it then they have sex! Never do those things Jason! You're a good boy, my good boy, and good boys don't do bad things!

Sex, the naked thing that always made him see red. He remembered the boy in red said something about being naked and didn't like it. He wanted to punish them, but he would be patient and wait and watch as he always did, waiting for the right time to strike.