Slayer

Chapter 6

The next day at school Tyler follows me again, sitting next to me literally everywhere possible. Is he that stupid? He can't even tell I'm going to murderer him. Hah. He's in for a surprise.

Maybe I should just get it over with. Follow him home, jump on him, kill him. No stealth. No finesse. Just death.

But that's not what I was trained for.  I didn't go to that school for two years to jump someone on the street. No. I was trained to follow. To observe. To learn.

Then, to pounce.

I ignore him for he most part, refusing to look into his eyes, to be trapped in his spell again. I feel a persistant tug, pulling me towards him, but I deny it. No. I won't be just another one of those girls.

At lunch, he sits next to me again, his rotten breath on my neck. He starts talking about something or other, but I don't listen.

All I can see is Cecilia, glaring at me from the other table. Her eyes gleam in fury and hare, and she mouths, 'You're dead.'

I stand up. No need to tick off everyone at the school. "I have to go the bathroom," I lie to Tyler, then run away.

I end up eating in there. It's the only place I can really think without freaks breathing in my ear and blond tiwgs in skirts screaming at me.

I had to get Tyler alone. But, how? An idea struck my mind, but it wasn't a particularly good one. It was to invite him on a date at my house. Of course, he'd say yes. Plus, I'd get him alone. Win-win. But, one lose outweighs both wins-he'd have me alone. I know he has me set as his next target. If I invite him for dinner, I could be on the menu.

What other option do I have? He's a party animal. He's never alone outside of school.

I take a deep breath. I know what I have to do.

I walk out of the bathroom, throwing my trash away on the way out. I walk back over to Tyler's seat.

"Hey," I say nonchalantly. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

His eyes widen in obvious surprise. Why was I talking to him, when I'd ignored him all day? He nods and motions for me to sit down.

I plunks down in the seat. Trying to be romantic as possible, I grab his hand. Yuck. Remind me to boil my hand.

"I was wondering," I ask, speaking unnecesarrily loud, "if you'd like to come over, sometime? My place, for dinner."

"Like, a date?" His eyes grin manically. I know what he's thinking. Easy girl, easy meal.

"Yeah. A date."

"I'd love to. When and where?"

I give him my address. "Tonight, 7:30. Seeya then." I lean down and kiss his cheek.

Revolting.

I smirk smugly, seeing Cecilia's reaction from the other table. I can practically see the steam coming from her ears. Struggling not to laugh, I walk back into the school hallway as the bell rings.

Cecilia follows me, jogging to catch up. Once we reach the hallway, she puts a hand on the wall, blocking my exit path. "Are you deaf?" She asks, snarling.

"Nope. I heard you just fine." I give her a cheesy grin and duck under her arm, walking to my next class.

She follows behind me, infuriated. "I told you to stay away from him."

"I told you, I heard you just fine." Okay, maybe I'm being a bit too sassy with her, but it's fun, with her weird hormones raging everywhere while I sit back and laugh. Call me sadistic, but this is hilarious.

She waves her arms frantically, as if saying, then why on earth did you do that? She grits her teeth and says, "Stop freaking messing around, alright? He doesn't deserve you."

"Well, he doesn't seem to think that. As I recall," I say, turning around to face her, speaking melodramatically, "his eyes opened wide in shock and surprise, as the love of his life invited him to dinner. He stuttered a yes, as she waltzed away gracefully." Spoken like a true, sarcastic poet.

"You're dead." I know he is but what am I?

"If he liked you he wouldn't have said yes." With that, I spin around on my heel and go to my next class.

When I get home that night, I tell Mom about the news. "I need dinner ready by 8:00," I finish.

"Wow. Okay. Already? You're getting this over with, aren't you?" Paige says. 

"Yeah, well, what other choice do I have? It's kill or be killed."

She nods reluctantly. "I know, but what about finesse? All our training, just to stab him in the heart?"

"I didn't say I was going to kill him tonight,"  I say deviously.

Her eyes open wide. "Oh, Violet, no. Don't do that. What if he--"

"The package. You said it'll help when I need it. If I need it, I'll use it."

She bites her lip, defeated. "But, Violet--"

"I know it's dangerous. I'm not stupid." I sit down on the couch and pull out a schoolbook, absently doing my homework. Easy peasy. "Remember? Finesse. I'll break his heart, figuritively and literally."

"I don't know..."

I sigh. "This is the plan. It's not changing. Do you have a better plan?"

She looks at the ground, fiddling with her thumbs. "Uh-- shoot him in the face after school?"

I laugh. "It'll be fine. Now, about tonight, I was thinking, we need something on the menu suitable for him. He's like a piranhha. To get across the lake, go when they're distracted by eating other food."

"I'll cook steak," she says, walking into the kitchen.

"Perfect." I relax, getting more comfortable on the couch, and scribble down the answers to the questions. 

"Don't do anything stupid!" she calls.

"I'm Violet. Of course I'm going to do something stupid."