The life of an undead cheerleader

Everything goes according to plan....not!

So Jake and I started walking, and I left successfully, might I add—no issues with the security. Jake led me to his car and opened the passenger car door. "oh Jake, I've got to run and do something go without me..." he looked kind of upset, as if I offended him by not accepting his gesture. I needed to get back to the cave and do something about my rotting skin. Which Jake, I guess, overlooked. Stupid boy.

" well, I can take you where you need to go; that's no problem at all. Hop in, babe." he didn't.....he did. He just called me babe. The number one rule of dating me. Don't fucking call me babe; it annoys me more than listening to girls who cant sing attempt one direction. Those boys themselves can't sing worth a shit. To think I used to like them. DO THEY BRAINWASH THEIR FANS INTO THINKING THEY ARE GOOD?!  They seriously sound like squealing mice. ANYWAYS, I decided why not and got into his car. I guess I can handle it for a short while; I need to do all of this quickly. Quick enough to get away from this ass hole. I can't stand it, and we've only been together for a total of 5 minutes. Yes, I might kill him before I even leave this damn car.

"where to, babe?" there he goes again if he does it again...OFF WITH HIS FUCKING HEAD! I tell him to drive, and I'll let him know where to let me out. he nods and pulls out of the parking space. For an annoying fuck like him, he has a comfortable car. That doesn't mean I won't just kill him for his car, but it will be mine. Fuck I'll leave this small fucked up town and live alone in peace. Did I say dead? I meant my undead life in peace. Yup, that's it; he drives so slow as if not wanting me to get out of the car, but if the bitch doesn't go faster, well, you know.

"hun, could you drive a Lil faster? I'm in a slight hurry..." he speeds up....by one mph.....that's it. Fuck this; I unbuckle my seatbelt.

"babe, put your seatbelt back on," he laughs. I punch him in the jaw, and I hear a slight cracking noise. He looks at me wide-eyed and gulps.

"don't call me babe...I'M NOT YOUR CHEW TOY !" He hasn't been looking at the road and, SLAM! I'm in the middle of the road lying there dizzy and falling in and out of consciousness. All I hear before blacking out are screams and sirens. I'm gone for good this time. I don't think I'm coming back, but my work is not finished, and I've screwed up. This is all my fault for saying yes.