Rampage - Patrick Hockstetter

Chapter 8

Walking into the lunch room made Jay hate being a teenager. She which she could just magically transform into a thirty year old woman with no hormones or ingrown hairs. Thirty was a good age, not too old and not too young.

She just hated the way people stared at her, giving her looks like she just walked out of the psychiatric ward. Jay hadn't denied that she was crazy though. Jay was a psycho bitch.

As she proceeded into the cafeteria, Jay took her seat in her corner, pulling out her Law Enforcement textbook yet again this time the case was Aileen Wuornos, one of the most iconic female serial killers in history of all female serial killers.

Aileen Wuornos was a messed up woman, mentally and physically, abused from the time she was a teenager to her twenties. Wuornos had turned to prostitution and selling her body for money as a way to stabilize herself, survive in society.

Wuornos had been arrested on a number of charges from disorderly conduct to assault and battery. After being arrested in the mid seventies, Wuornos settled in Florida where she met wealthy yachtsman, Lewis Fell. The two married but were shortly split after Wuornos was arrested yet again for conducting herself the wrong way.

Shortly after her split with Fell, Wuornos met twenty four year old, Tyria Moore where they both developed a lesbian relationship together. It was later revealed that the women had killed six men along Florida in 1989.

Glancing from her book to across the cafeteria, Jay watched the jockstraps from yesterday quickly look away. Jay laughed returning back to her book.

"Can I sit here?"

Jay peered over her book, staring at the boy standing in front of her. Lunch tray in hand, his backpack slung over his shoulder as he smiled brightly.

"Are you fucking serious?" Jay asked. The boys smile dropped immediately, "What?"

"I thought I showed you jerk offs what I meant by leave me alone." Jay hissed, setting her textbook onto the table. The boy was shocked, standing awkwardly in front of her, "You didn't tell me anything and what jerk offs?"

"You're not with the group of air heads who tried to embarrass me yesterday?" Jay asked. The boy shook his head, "No, today's my first day here, I'm just looking for a place to sit."

Jay's face grew hot and red, moving her hair to her shoulder. "Oh my god I'm- I'm so sorry." She stumbled, moving her bag to her feet.

The boy laughed setting down his tray along with his bag, "It's cool, you don't take shit from anyone, I dig it."

Jay tried to smile, studying his face. He had dark cocoa skin, black textured hair and titanium white teeth. He wore a burnt orange jacket with blue jeans.

"I'm Josiah." He spoke, offering his hand. Jay took it, shaking it. "I'm Jay."

"Well Jay, nice to meet you." Josiah smiled. "And to you too," Jay smiled back. His smiled was contagious and it was getting to her.

"Where did you move from?" Jay asked. "Tacoma Washington." He stated, moving his food on his plate with his fork.

"Wow, that's far." Jay sucked in a breath. "Yeah but it felt good, I needed a change and so did my parents."

"Uh, what are you reading?" He asked, peering towards her textbook. "Oh, I'm just reading for one of my classes."

"Which class?"

"Law Enforcement." She stared. She watched as he looked to the book and then to her, "Damn that sounds badass." He chuckled.

"Yeah it's fun but no one in my class is barely even awake so it's basically just a class for me to relax I guess."