My Boyfriend's a Nightmare

Unexpected Guest

"Ughhh Mike, I hate science SO much," Carrie grumbled, a boy with beautiful brown locks and freckles walking beside her.

"Well, everyone hates science, but that doesn't mean you should skip it to come and visit me."

"You skipped English to come and visit me though."

"English is different, it's not like science."

"No, it's not Mike!" The brown-haired boy ruffled Carrie's dirty blonde hair.

"You know, you're so cute when you smile."

"I know, you tell me that all the time."

Mike gently kissed Carrie's forehead when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He groaned as he took it out, handing it to her.

"Can you read it for me?"

"Yeah sure, but it's probably just your dad again."

"Yeah, probably."

Carrie unlocked his phone and looked at the text. It was from Mike's friend, Tristan. She knew Tristan, but not too well. Mostly, he asked her for money and said he'd "pay it back", though he never did.

Tristan: Hey man, you think you can get your dump of a girl to finish my math homework?

She didn't tell Mike what was going on, she looked up at him but he didn't seem to care too much about what was going on. She scrolled upwards until she ran across more similar texts.

Tristan: Guess who's grounded again and can't go to Sierra's party?

Me: What?! Why?!

Tristan: I failed my math test, if I don't get these grades up soon, then I'll fail the class.

Me: Hey, you wanna know how I ace the homework and stuff?

Tristan: Hell yeah, please tell me!

Me: I just get Carrie to do it for me, she's a sucker for the affection.

Tristan: Wait, Carrie? As in your girlfriend, Carrie Addams?

Me: She's a genius man, I mean, the only reason I'm dating her is so my mom won't be mad at me about my math grades.

"What does it say, baby?" Mike looked over her shoulder, seeing what she was reading before paling. He knew he should've deleted those messages!

"You... used me?" He looked over at Carrie,  her eyes already starting to tear up.

"Carrie look-,"

"Did you use me, Mike?!"

"I just... I used you so I could pass math. I actually do love you though Carrie and my grades are up now, I still love you though!"

"You're a liar,"

"What?"

"I can see it in your eyes, you're lying!"

"Carrie, look, let's not do this here"

"FORGET IT MIKE, I'M DONE WITH YOU, I'M DONE WITH ALL OF THIS!"

"Carrie-,"

"This is the end Mike, and I'm not sorry."

Carrie slapped Mike across the face, her hand hitting him so hard that a few stray kids in the hall stopped and stared. A huge red mark appeared on his face as she stormed off, running to the passcoded basement door. She got to the code and typed it in.

1-3-1-3

The door unlocked as she tossed it open and ran down the stairs, she was glad to be in the photography club sometimes. The red room was located in the basement along with two old abandoned classrooms that once contained two courses: English and Science. Carrie's main one to visit was the English one, she considered it her cry room. The place was decorated with small lights she'd set up and a pillow on the ground for comfort.

She felt the tears run down her face as she threw open the door. Her heart stopped as she looked inside.

In front of her was a boy about 6'1" with strangely styled brown hair and a brown hat over it. He had on black jeans with a red and green striped shirt to top it off. A set of glasses sat on his deep green eyes, but the one detail that stuck out to her though was a bladed glove on his left hand. He spun around to her, a shocked look on his face as she just stood in the doorway, petrified.

This boy was a Krueger.