Crimson Serial Killer

1.5

I stared sleeplessly at the ceiling because i was paranoid about every movement and sound that i heard. I made sure to lock the room, and for good measure I put my book shelf in front of the door. i would never admit it to PJ, but i was scared shitless without him here. Not to mention the fact that he never texted me. Maybe he forgot, but there was a small part of me that thought otherwise. What if something happened to my best friend, and I haven't even sent him a text to see if he's okay? But I don't want to bother him if he's having fun, so  i just left it alone. If he hasn't called or texted by morning, i'll call him.

I grabbed my DS and played Pokémon until I felt tired enough to actually go to sleep. right before I drifted into unconsciousness I thought I heard a knock on the door, but my tired state of mind decided to ignore it and fall asleep anyway.

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I sat in my bed taping my fingers on my laptop. I hadn't yet decided if i was going to do homework, as I was too worried about PJ. It was 11:00 and  he still hadn't contacted me. I sent him a text at 9, but he hasn't responded. I gave up and called him, with each ring growing more and more uneasy.

"Hey Phil! What's up?"

"What's up?!" i sighed in relief but breathed in angrily. "what's up, is that you said you'd text me when you got there so i knew you were safe, but instead you decided to forget about me, and then ignore me!"

"Oh, yea i'm sorry about that, really. it's been crazy here. but i promise i'm fine. and i'll text you with updates of my health hourly, how does that sound?"

"don't be a smart ass."

"don't be a mother hen."

"i'm not a-"

"yes you are, i gotta go philly, i miss you bye."

"Asshole." I said aloud, opening my laptop, and starting on an essay that isn't due for another month.

After three hours of pure torture and hell, my stomach interrupted me, growling louder than the music i was playing. I looked in my wallet, only seeing a five, and some ones. "i need to go to the bank again." i mumbled, putting a clean shirt and some shoes on.

instead of taking my car, i opted out and went to the bike rack instead. It took me a couple tries to get my password on my lock right, but when it clicked open i smiled triumphantly.

I rode at a comfortable pace, the wind was freezing yet refreshing. Five minutes into my ride, i arrived at the bank. I got off and set it down on the sidewalk as i went inside.

"Good afternoon Mr. Lester. How are you?" the short pretty teller asked.

"I'm doing fine, thank you." I smiled at her and walked to the ATM and did my business, getting out another $100 in $20 bills. We waved goodbye to each other and i picked my bike up and rode to the nearest fast food joint.

I left my bike by the window so i could keep an eye on it. Not like anyone would want to steal it, but i'm just a paranoid piece of shit.

I sat down with my food, only to realize that i forgot to ask for barbecue sauce. I started to get back up, but a certain tall figure with dark down hair and brown eyes, had just walked through the doors. I tried my best to not look like an idiot as i just sat right back down and gazed out the window, at my bike.

"yea Phil, that wasn't obvious at all." i cringed as dan sat opposite to me, his long legs invading my legs' space. "what's the matter? you don't want to talk to me?"

"no, not really."

"bummer." he had a look of fake hurt sprawled across his face, and it only made me want to punch him. The next few moments were agonizingly awkward, as i didn't want to eat in front of him, so i just stared at my chicken fries, letting my mouth water.  "you gonna eat that?" he said reaching his hand across the table and taking one of my chicken fries.

"yes i am. please don't touch my food." i said calmly. even though i wanted to curb stomp him for eating my food.

"Sorry, i'm hungry. And i've never had those, so i wanted to try it and see if i liked it."

"well did you?"

"nah, i'm not a big fan of chicken."

"okay." i rolled my eyes and gave up trying to be a hard-ass, and took a bite at the same time he asked me a question.

"why are you angry with me?" I chewed slowly, thinking over what i was going to say.

"you invited me to a party then ditched me." i said plainly.

"did you really expect me to stay by your side the entire time? I was trying to help you branch out." his cockiness was grating on my last nerve.

"i don't need your help with anything. and i certainly don't want you acting like my friend out of pity."

"who said we were friends?" i regretted ever opening up to Dan Howell.

"fuck you Dan." i stood up with my hardly eaten tray of food, angrily throwing it in the trash, my appetite gone.  

I jumped on my bike and peddled as fast as my legs would let me, the whole way back to my dorm room. the door was stupidly left unlocked which only pissed me off further. I wasted no time getting undressed and hopping in the shower hoping to wash away all my anger.

It didn't work, and i spent the rest of the day grumbling about dan whilst i finished my essay and started another.

A/n

y'all thought i would kill my fav person in the world, i'm offended.

um sorry about this update, it was kinda rushed, and kinda all over the place, also just a filler i guess. love you guys to the moon and back 1,207,892 times.

xx ciara