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Jerome Chapter 2

I groan as I trudge out the school doors, the barrage of stupidity around me combined with the heat making me miserable.

Fuck! I got paired up with that nerd girl for the history project.

Yes! Ohmygod I got paired up with Tristian!!

That nerd girl over there best back the fuck up!

I felt like slamming my head into a wall, trudging after Bajan, who was blissfully unaware of the silent commotion going on around him. Everyone here was.

Except me. This madness was a symphony of noise, of thought, of stupidity, of innocence, and malice.

And there was Bajan, a small smile on his face as he walked out onto the sidewalk, face facing up at the sun, letting the sun shine its entirely-too-hot rays onto his face. He almost seemed to sparkle, like a bucket of glitter had been dumped on his head; like some sort of vampire in a romantic movie.

For once, I didn't think it looked stupid.

It's really hot... I complain, and Bajan laughs from beside me, his throat moving and the thrummm of his vocal chords visible to my sharp eyes.

It ain't that bad biggums, you just have fur. Bajan replies, and I look up into his amber eyes. I felt a small annoyed glare instinctively in my eyes, but the amused, happy look in Bajan's amber eyes made me smile slightly.

So, homework and then meet up at the tree where I almost smashed your head in with a rock?

Bajan laughs again, and I see his version of the memory, yellow surrounding it meaning Bajan already treasured it. I couldn't help but smile, for I had already stored our first meeting in a special place; deciding to add Bajan's point-of-view in there for a rainy day.

Yeah, sounds good. See you in about 4, 5 hours?

I nod quickly, my mind already racing at the thought of meeting up with Bajan again; at 9 pm at night of all times.

Oh, the possibilities... the possibilities....

Yeah, be at the tree by 9.

Bajan nods, still with a winning smile spread from ear-to-ear on his face. Together, we walked to the back of the school to the school parking lot.

Hey Jerome? Check to make sure no one is around.

Bajan asks me, and automatically I find myself doing exactly that, growing angry when I saw a group of 3 teenagers in the far corner of the parking lot.

I decided that forcing them all to leave at the same time was a little too tedious.

I block Bajan's hearing, and smell so he couldn't tell what was going on not even 50 meters behind him behind a large truck.

I clench my eyes shut tighter, reaching out telepathically to the large boy sitting in the seat of the truck; helping a blonde girl onto his lap from the passenger seat.

I smirk when I take control, waiting for the perfect moment. And when the girl stuck her head through the door, I lashed out.

I made the boy grab the car door and the side of her head, slamming her temple against the edge of the door and then slamming it in on her head. I smile wider when her head instantly dents inward, brain and blood oozing out as she collapsed; instantly dead.

"What the... Tristian?!" A nerdy girl with mouse-brown hair and black square-rimmed glasses exclaims, backing away in fear. I smile wider as information about this particular truck came to mind.