Go to Sleep My Love

Chapter 3

Nyxie's POV

        The bus became silent as Jeff and I entered. As the two of us made our way down the aisle Jeff flashed his sinister smile and waved to a few of the children. Many of them tried to hide behind bookbags and some screeched in horror. I couldn't blame them; I'd felt the same spine-tingling sensation when I'd first met him too.

        When we got to seat 18 (where Trinity and I usually sat) we found Trinity stretched out over the whole length of the thing. Her black combat boots just barely hung over the edge.

"This seat's taken." She said without looking up from her cell phone. I looked over at Jeff who had a wrathful look in his eyes, which I was surprised to see. I nodded to let him know it was okay. He followed me down the aisle and we sat a few seats back in seat 23.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, fine. I was just wondering, are all of your friends as pleasant as Trinity?" He asked bitterly.

"It's not like you're the most wonderful person to be around either." I retorted trying to defend my friend.

"I have been nothing but nothing but delightful to you." He muttered.

"Mhmm okay, because the night of my parents death was just the greatest night of my life." I answered sarcastically. It came off as a joke, but there was still deep rooted pain within my response. Jeff underestood this, and the two of us were silent for the rest of the ride.

        Jeff followed me through the building and to my locker. Once again, people kept stopping to stare at us. If you ever want attention bring a blood covered, eyelid-less boy with a Chelsea smile to school. That is, as long as you're okay with the bad kind of attention. Hey, any publicity is good publicity right? 

"First period is History." I told him. We got to History as quickly as possible because we wanted to find to empty seats next to each other. It reminded me of what my friends and I used to do when we were little girls. Except now, I was fighting for a seat next to a psycho killer.

"Young man, w-who are you?" Mrs. Yake, my history teacher, asked Jeff. You could tell that she was trying to keep her cool, but she couldn't help but stutter a little. 

"Jeff the-" Jeff was answering when I quickly covered his mouth with my hand.

"Jeff the what?" Mrs. Yake asked looking confused.

"Jeff the nothing! His name is Jeff, just Jeff." I told her quickly. "And he's my cousin. From Nebraska." I added.

"What part of Nebraska?" She enquired.

"Uhh ya know, the south part?" Jeff answered as if it was a question. 

"Why don't you just take your seat then, Jeff?" She sighed. He nodded and the two of us returned to our seats.

        Jeff proceeded to follow me to each class until the 6th period bell rang. 6th period was lunchtime. It was normally the best period of the day, but I didn't know if I was prepared to walk into another room filled with my peers and Jeff at my side.

"You can't sit with us." Trinity informed me as I was about to take the seat beside her that practically had my name engraved into the plastic. "That is, HE can't sit with us." She finished as she waved her head in Jeff's direction. Jeff was glaring at Trinity and he had a look of pure hatred on his face. I looked around at my other friends who quickly went back to eating when I attempted to make eye contact with them. It was quite obvious none of them were going to stick up for me.

"That's okay Nyxie, you sit with your friends. I'll just find somewhere else." He told me. I seriously considered it for a moment, but *sigh* I wasn't about to leave Jeff alone. Not only was it cruel, but he could get pissed and decide to murder one of my classmates at any second.