Adrenaline [Jason Voorhees Fanfiction]

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It's fitting that it started on a Monday morning. When her alarm sounded, Y/n turned to check the time; 6:30 am. Sun had already begun to peek through her (c/o/c) curtains and gently touched the edge of her bookshelf. The feeling of going back to sleep was tempting, but she grudgingly got up from her bed to start her day.

It had been the same routine for eight months since Y/n had moved to Crystal Lake. A little woodland town located somewhere in Cunningham County, New Jersey. By 7:00, Y/n was dressed, (h/c) hair thrown up in a bun, ready to take on the day. Grabbing her car keys from the nightstand, she paused on her way out the door, turning back to the bookshelf. Her fingers hovered over several book spines before pulling one from the stack Misery, by Stephen King.

"Just in case it's slow today," she muttered to herself, quickly running out the door and straight to her car. She lived deep in the woods, a good mile away from surrounding neighbours and a long drive from Dave's Diner. It's not so bad when you think about it. The green scenery accompanied by The Beatles blasting through the radio was oddly therapeutic to Y/n.

Her favorite part was driving past the rundown campground, trying her hardest to sneak a glance at the renovations currently being done. From what one of the locals here named Ralph, most notably known as 'Crazy Ralph,' the camp had been closed long before she ever came to town.
Y/n had once asked the older man the story of what happened, but with no clear response. Only muttering under his breath and walking away. Ralph was known to be frantic and paranoid, at least, that's what some of the locals that come inside the diner had said.

Turning a corner, she snuck a quick glance at the worn-down Camp Crystal Lake sign, currently being removed by one of the dozens of construction workers wandering the land. Under his arm was a fresh and new one. What really caught her attention was another sign that stood a little closer to the road. It was plain and simple, reading: 'Camp Opening Soon! Looking for Hires!'
That was the only thing she thought about for the rest of her drive.

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There were about 5 people in the cafe. Y/n had made maybe, what, two paninis and a single order of shepherd's pie? Groaning, she took her designated seat behind the front counter, a plastic folding chair Dave had been oh so kind to loan her, and sat down. Pulling out Misery by Stephen King, she flipped it open to the bunny-eared page she'd saved.

Just as Y/n was getting comfortable, the familiar jingle of the front door broke her concentration. "Of course, that's when customers come," y/n rolled her eyes, standing up with a grunt and placing the book down on the chair. Although, as she looked up about to greet whoever entered the diner, she was met with the familiar green eyes she'd fallen for. Ken, her boyfriend of 5 months. He had dirty blonde hair, and dimples, and was a few inches taller than her.

A smile quirked up as Y/n went around the counter with open arms, the male embraced her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, you. I didn't know you were coming to visit." Pulling apart, hands still on her hips, Ken flashed a sheepish grin. "Well..actually the gang had gotten hungry and we've been craving your famous coffee and paninis." As if on cue, the group known as Ken's friends entered, chatting away as they made their way to a window booth. It's the same booth they've always resided in whenever they swing by. Brian, Tina, and Jenny. Ken's friends since high school.

And just like always, they didn't acknowledge Y/n. Not a glance, not a wave, not a single hello. Well, no matter, the feelings were immensely mutual. She considered the group for a moment before turning her attention to Ken. "Okay," she softly smiled, pushing down the feeling of resentment and agitation towards his friends, "I'll be over in a second." Ken matched her smile before turning around and joining the group.

Y/n collected her little notebook, the cardboard cover nearly hanging off due to overuse, and a black pen. With a quick exhale she walked over to the open booth, the chatter volume lowering as she approached. "What can I get you guys?" At first, no one spoke. Ken, sighing, ordered for them. "Waffles for the stupid pothead over here," Brian looked bewildered at his friend, "What? Pot head-?" Ignoring him, Ken continued, "panini for me, these two," gesturing to Tina and Jenny, "want eggs, bacon, and pancakes-" "The pancakes are for me." Tina spoke abruptly.

As if Y/n would forget her order, she always orders pancakes here without fail. "Alrighty, anything else?" Y/n queries, still writing down the list of food. "Yeah, and four coffees, thank-" "Tea," Jenny corrected, an arch on her brow, "green tea. I don't drink coffee." Ken held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, got it. Three coffees and grass tea." Y/n suppressed a smile, seeing Jenny rolling her eyes at him. "Alright, I'll be back in a few."

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Y/n had to make two trips bringing their orders. On her second trip, she had a tray of beverages, carefully making her way over without spilling anything. Not like last time, when she accidentally spilled Jenny's tea onto the table. It had been an accident and no amount of apologies can make Jenny stop shouting colourful words at her. Y/n did not need that shit today or tomorrow or next week. Politely, fuck that.

"Your drinks," she carefully handed over the beverages, giving Jenny her tea last. Not a single thank you was heard. Typical. Before she turned to leave, she noticed a flyer that lay between Jenny and Ken.

'Camp Crystal Lake: Hiring Camp Counselors, Chefs, and more!
Will soon be open June, Wednesday, 10th
Contact Susan Hathaway below for a position!'

The flyer had strips with the same horizontally printed phone number and address on each piece. Wednesday 10th? That's so soon, next week, to be in fact. "That camp," Y/n pointed at the flyer, "that's near where I live. Are they still hiring or have they recruited enough people?"

"They're still hiring. I hear they're desperate for about anyone to join in. We're actually thinking about being camp counselors. Thinking about taking a spot, babe?" Ken sipped his coffee, flinching a bit from how hot it still was. "Yes, actually. I was kinda thinking about being a chef. I can make a mean batch of chocolate chip cookies." Y/n smiled proudly at her statement, now getting excited about the idea of cooking and baking for the kids.

"Fuck yeah, Jenny, hand her a strip." Y/n wasn't surprised that Jenny didn't move a muscle, glaring up at Y/n and then at Ken. He gave her a 'come on' look before she replaced her glare with a soft look. It was for a quick second, they gazed at each other in such a way that they broke eye contact. That was odd. Jenny had given her, although grudgingly, the small strip. Y/n simply walked away without saying thank you, smiling to herself when she heard Jenny scoff.

Y/n will make the call tonight and she hoped, deep down, she'll get in.