Randy x Jeff ( Jeff the killer ) ( Randy the bully )

Chapter eight

I didn't sleep that night, not for one minute. Not because of the glory of sleeping with a killer, because that's every guys dream, but because Jeff kept on talking in his sleep. Yelling. Crying. Laughing. How could I sleep if somebody next to me is having a mental breakdown? Now, Jeff was asleep. He wasn't yelling anymore, but he was twitching and laughing. I still don't know why he's being generally nice to me when I'm the one who ruined his life.
Jeff shot up and fell off the bed. He muttered something. He gasped and yelled.

"Randy, what the hell?!" He screamed. I sat up confused. He looked fucking pissed making me back up a little.

"...what?" I ask. He twitched. He then laughed. And laughed. And then twitched some more.

"How could I be so stupid? Why would I...be nice to a person who made me kill my parents?" He growled. Well I wouldn't call what he's doing to me "Nice."

"Jeff, you know I'm sorry," I say trying to convince him to not kill me. He looked at me with a hatred in his cold blue eyes.

"S-sorry?! You know what? I agree with your dad—It should've been you that died, not your mother," he snapped. I narrowed my eyes at him and ran at him. I threw punches as he did the same. I kneed him in the stomach making him yelp in pain. He shot his leg up which hit me in the groin. I tried to ignore the pain as I pinned him to the ground. Jay burst through the door and turned red. I'm guessing he's here because we're not supposed to kill each other or whatever.

"Fuck you, Jay, we aren't gay. Keep your dirty assumptions to yourself," I hissed. Jay smirked a little.

"Jeff might not be, but we all know what happened last week," he winked. Jeff groaned at the memory as I cringed.

"Never speak of that. That was a mistake and you know it," I say.

"Oh, because you have a new boyfriend?" He growled. I glared at him

"You can't be talking with all your sluts!" I yelled tears forming in my eyes. I don't know why I care. I don't like him like that, I just...I don't know. The unneeded feelings are back. I was still pinning Jeff to the ground.

"You know what? I don't care. Jay go get a STD, I don't care. Jeff, go be an asshole to me because I honestly do deserve it. I don't fucking care. Just don't talk to me, either of you," I say letting go of Jeff's wrists. I push past Jay and stormed out. I walked out the front door as the alarm went off. I sat on the steps and pulled my knees to my chest. I heard somebody yell, "Randy didn't leave he's just sitting outside!" The alarm shut off.

I guess I was here for awhile because it's now sundown. I shouldn't have been the one alive. I shouldn't have been the one who fucked up Keith's life with my bullshit. I shouldn't have bullied Jeff and his brother. I shouldn't have kissed Jay. I shouldn't even be alive right now.
Jay sat by me as I scooted away from him.

"Hear me out. I'm here for three things, is that okay?" He asks. I stayed silent. He continued talking.

"The first thing is to tell you that Jeff is missing. The second thing is to tell you I'm sorry for being a dumbass fuckboy," he says. I let out a small chuckle.

"What's the third thing?" I asked.

"Well, it was to make you smile, but I already achieved that," Jay says smiling a little. Jeff is gone? I guess...that's great. I can have my own rooms and bed, I can wake up generally okay, and I can actually go along my day. For some odd reason I had this weird feeling about Jeff running away.