Monster - [Punk Jake Roche]

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Fear spreads through my veins rapidly, filling every inch of my body. The killer who has killed countless people is in the same house as I am. I don't know if I'm going to be his next victim and that scares me. Sure, he kills every other day, but he could easily kidnap me and wait.

If the killer is in here then he must be watching what is going on. I bring my eyes up, trying to go un-noticed as I stare into the crowd. Everyone has shocked and scared expressions on their faces. Maybe he left?

After a minute I find Jake standing towards the back, and I swear I see the ghost of a smirk pulling at his lips as he stares down at the body. He must of sensed someone looking at him because he raises his eyes to meet mine. I try to look away but for some reason I can't. Jake begins to walk my way, bumping into some people.

"Why are you staring at me, sweetheart?" He asks. I can tell by his tone that his confidence has risen since I last talked to him. That's strange. Is he drunk or is it just typical Jake behavior? Has he always had a smirk on his lips and has he always had a twinkle in his eyes? 

"Don't flatter yourself." 

His eyes squeeze shut and his mouth forms into a straight line. "Why the hell are you so mean to me? What have I ever done to you?"

He's drunk, he has to be.

"I'm not, you're just really annoying. Why can't you leave me alone?" 

"Because you're beautiful and I like to bug you, it's fun."

"I don't understand, you bug me because I'm beautiful? That makes absolutely no fucking sense." I'm usually not proud of my "potty" mouth but right now it's coming in handy. He scoffs and runs his fingers through his hair.

"You're annoying too you know? Why can't you just take my compliment? Would you like me to be mean?" He asks and his stare is really giving me chills. His eyes have gotten darker and I don't like it. 

"No! Ugh, you're so frustrating. Now, have you seen anyone who looks suspicious? Because it's scary as hell that someone just got killed." My eyes frantically search the crowd again.

When I don't see anyone, I look at Jake again. His eyes are widened a little and his jaw is clenched.  Why does he look so, nervous?

"Ja-"

I'm interrupted by his lips crashing onto mine. My eyes squeeze shut at the force of the kiss. His tongue swips along my bottom lip, asking for entrance, but I don't allow it. I can not kiss Jake. I set my hands on his chest and try to push him away, but he doesn't move. I keep pushing and pushing and he still doesn't move. Until....

Jake's mouth leaves mine and my eyes open to find Charley placed in front of me. His fists are balled at his sides and he's breathing heavily. "I told you to stay the hell away from her." He shouts to Jake.

Jake smiles, looking past Charley and to me. "This isn't over." With that, he leaves. And once he's gone, Charley faces me. 

"I told you to stay away from him."

~*~

The ride home is silent, very silent. Charley dragged me out of the house so fast I thought that my legs would fall off from the pace. Once inside the car, all the anger gets trapped inside and I feel it radiating off of his body. 

"Please don't be so mad at me. He's the one who kissed me." I plead with him but it most likely won't work.

"Save it. It doesn't matter who kissed who first, it matters that you always find a way to talk to him."

"I've only known him for two days, that doesn't give me much time to "always find a way to talk to him."" I say the last part with air quotes.

Charley rolls his eyes and his grip tightens on the steering wheel. "Jesus Alli, just stay away. Is it that hard?"

"No." Yes, it is very hard to stay away from Jake. There is just something about him that keeps pulling me towards him. No matter how many times I tell myself to not give him a chance, to just leave, I always end up near him.

And what happened tonight has made me so confused. Definitely writting in my diary when I get home.

~*~

The familiar feeling of leather under my fingertips greets me as I open my diary.

Oh, what fun I have had today. I'm just going to skip the part where I ran into Jake in the hallway, my hair sticking up. And the way he ate his sandwhich. And that will lead me to the party. Normally I don't go to parties but I felt the need to go to this one because Jake was going. I just can't help myself I guess. He's so intriguing and mysterious. But cocky. And cute. Ugh, he's so many things and I've only known him for two days. Anyhow, there was another murder. Right in the same place. I still can't believe it. It could of been me laying there, bruised with my throat slit. Thank goodness I had Charley there. I know that if he wasn't there, I would of had a worse night. Tonight Jake and I kissed, well more like Jake kissed me. I'll never tell anyone this but it was so amazing, No matter how it happened, why it happened, it was amazing. It was forced, yes, but plesant all the same. I can still feel his lips lingering on mine. Okay, now I'm starting to sound like one of those girls who meets a guy and suddenly gets all happy and giddy inside. I don't know waht I'm going to do with Charley. Will he forgive me? I think it's safe to say he won't be hanging with Jake anymore. So does that mean that I won't have to worry about Jake? Maybe. 

I hide the diary back in it's place, brush my teeth, change into pj's, and lay down on my bed. I fall asleep immediately. 

My mouth is covered with duct tape and my wrists are bound with rope. I try to move but when I do, my head hits what I'm guessing is a trunk. Tears slip past ym eyes and down my cheeks. What is happening? What's going on?

Suddenly the trunk is opened, only to reveal a blurry face. Something about they're hair is familiar though, and as I recgonize who it is, the tears fall faster and faster. "It's over now."

(There it is. Vote and comment.... <3 :) Ooooh, so after this chapter, things are going to start picking up, as in, you'll get to really see who Jake is. And don't kill me. Okay? Okay. :p )