The Killer's Girl (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 8- Skully's Diary

Iris's P.O.V.

I locked the bedroom door and began to change clothes. Jeff finally told his friend, Masky, to buy me some more clothes, and I was about to put on a pair of short-shorts and a belly shirt. Masky must've been a huge pervert to get me this, unless someone asked him to get this for me. But who would ask for that? Sarcasm.

I slipped on the shirt and then the shorts. There was also what appeared to be some sort of pair of leggings or stockings, along with a black belt with a picture of a bow on it.

My hair was a little knotted, do I began to brush it. After a little while, it looked as it should, again. Long, silver, and sort of shiny, but kind of dull. "Good."

I unlocked the door and went into the kitchen, where the smell of bacon wafted through the kitchen. Damn, Jeff was a good cook. I sat at the table.

"Well, someone looks depressed." He said, laughing.

"Jeff, don't pay attention to things like that. Life is short, like your dick." He glared at me.

"Iris, my middle finger gets a boner when I'm near you." I rolled my eyes.

I stood up and walked over to where he was cooking food. "Not even I could insult your cooking, Jeff. It's really good." I admired.

"Thanks." he said, not even looking at me, too concentrated on cooking. He flipped one of the pancakes before tending to the strips of bacon again. Jeff turned around and grabbed a plate.

I stood to help, but ended up running smack dab into him. We fell together, my leg up in the air, and his hand on my breast.

"Jeff."

"Yes?"

"I'll give you until the count of three to move your hand."

He looked at where his hand was and flushed red, pulling it up. Begin the dumbass he was, he lost balance and fell face-first into my boobs.

Could this get anymore awkward? Yes it could. Because I felt his little buddy poking my shin.

Ugh, men.

"Well, someone's having the day of their life, arent they?" I teased.

He shot up and off of me, grabbed another plate, covered his crotch with it, and ran into the bathroom.

I brushed myself off. 

"Fucking idiot..." I picked up the pieces of the plate that was shattered on the floor.

When he returned, I began to tease him.

"That's the closest you've ever been to laid, isn't it?"

"It's the closest anyone's gotten to your nasty boobs."

"Your little buddy didn't think they were nasty."

"... He can't decide what's good or bad." I began to laugh and he looked back at me.

"You really do look good in that outfit, though." He sounded nervous.

"Thanks." He served me a breakfast of no eye-contact and awkward silence. Almost exactly like how it was at home.

There was a knock on the door, and I knew exactly who it was. "Skully's here. Again." I sighed, annoyed.

Skully had been coming here a lot, lately. It was pretty annoying, and seeing her talk with Jeff made me angry. I don't know why, it just did. What was it about fourteen year old girl talking to him that pissed me off?

I opened the door. "Hello, Skully." I said, my voice annoyed.

"I'm here for-" I interrupted her mid-sentece.