Trouble

Crazy Bitch

"How did your date gooooo? Give me details, you crazy bitch!!" Mike teases me as soon as I walk in the door. I laugh and walk over to the couch, sitting on Mike's lap and sighing loudly. "Well, we were supposed to meet at Veil's, as you know. We ended up going to a different bar because your fucking bandmate and my ex-best friend were both there and I didn't want drama to start. But we met up at a different bar and hung out and talked and shit. Nothing special." I smirk, purposely avoiding the details of what actually happened, which most definitely involved more that just talking.. Mike obviously knew that I was hiding something from him because he glared at me. "Spill everything or I'll tickle torture you." he warned. My eyes widened at that and I quickly explained everything what happened, in detail. When I finished, I couldn't look him in the eyes so I looked down at the couch and started picking at it. "Stop that." he said and playfully hit my hand. I looked at him. "Would you rather I stop pretending I don't feel that boner young man?" I ask playfully and raise an eyebrow. He blushes furiously and I just laugh and lean back into him. "Did you guys take any pictures?" he asks, but it sounds like he's a million miles away because I was already half asleep.

~The Next Morning~

"Huh?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I slowly come to my senses. I'm still laying on Mike on the couch and in my dress from last night. My hair and makeup are a mess so when I stand up and look in the mirror, I almost jump because my reflection scared me. I hear Mike groan from the couch, waking up, followed by a thump and a loud curse. I laugh and see his head pop up. "What are you laughing at Cousin It?" he smirks, raising an eyebrow. I flip him off and walk into the bathroom to shower. Once I'm done showering, I put on the outfit I had picked out (white crop top with black jeans and combat boots) and blow dry my hair, putting it up in a simple ponytail held with a black bow. I'm struck with a sudden thought and rush to the kitchen, an evil smirk on my face. I select a long, sharp knife that flashes when I wave it around. I hear the kitchen door open and quickly spin around, shoving the knife behind my back quickly enough that I manage to nick my finger. "Shit!" I swear loudly, earning a questioning look from Mike, who was in the process of pouring himself some cereal. I shake my head and rush out of the kitchen, managing to successfully hide the knife from Mike. I sit down on the couch and look t the knife. Am I really going to go through with this..? Am I really going to stab Jesse..?

~Three Hours Later~

I walk up to the door and pause before I knock, adjusting the knife and mentally trying to calm down. I knock briefly, a quick two knocks. Jesse answers the door, almost slamming it when she sees me there. I channel my inner bitch and put my foot there so she can't close it. "Mike left a sweatshirt here and wanted me to come get it." I say. "Whatever, get it and get out." she says, rolling her eyes and walking away. I walk into the house and close the door behind me, then quickly and quietly walk after Jesse. She stops outside a door and I take the chance, lunging forward and simultaneously pulling the knife out. I sink it into her back, between her shoulder blade and her spine. Blood started spilling out, soaking her shirt and plastering it to her back. I stood there stupidly, waiting for her to acknowledge what I just did. She slowly turned around, the shock clearly expressed on her face. "Never knew you would have the guts to stab me... I should of known not to taunt the bull too long to get the horns." she says to me. "What the fuck?!" I hear Jaime's voice coming from the end of the hallway, but my view of him was blocked. "Who knew becoming crazy would make you try to the kill the ones you the love the most." I tell her quietly, listening to, and finally seeing, Jaime get closer. He started to say something, but I couldn't hear anything, all I saw was his lips and hands moving. I couldn't focus on him though, my mind and all of my thoughts were revolving around what I just did. I just tried to kill someone who was once my best friend...