Loved By a Killer - A JTK Love Story

Part 3

PHOENIX'S POV

Five miserable days have passed with no sign of Jeff. At first I wondered if he'd forgotten me, then I wondered why I cared. He's a killer, right? It's not like he misses me or something.

I had taken a break from Harry Potter and was now outside under my favorite tree deeply immersed in this utterly beautiful and heartbreaking story called Twist and Shout. I only grudgingly got up and went in when they were serving dinner. To my surprise, it was chicken. To be fair, they do serve good food here, and occasionally surprise us with steak (although never bacon or pork, another sin)

I set my book on a table to go and serve myself. (Chicken, green beans and buttered noodles...yum.) My happy mood was dashed, however, when I looked back at my intended seat and saw a crowd there, presumably reading my book. My heart sank. Twist and Shout has a lot of smut scenes in it, and I was in the middle of one before coming in for dinner.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," I muttered to myself, then, coming up to the group, "What the hell do you guys think you're doing?"

Reagan turned to me, holding my book up with two fingers as though afraid it might contaminate her, and shook it in my face. "What is this blasphemy you're reading? Being gay is a sin! And you enjoy entertaining yourself with this?"

"Give me my goddamn book back," I snapped, which resulted in a gasp from the whole group. My reward for this was a violent shove that sent me sprawling on the ground.

"How dare you take the Lord's name in vain?!" Jess screeched.

"Will you guys please just leave me alone?" I asked, taking back my book and sitting down. "Geez. Apparently one thing this place doesn't enforce is respect for other people's property."

Hayley pointed at my book. "That piece of filth doesn't deserve any respect." I just shrugged, pulled out my Ipod, and putting my earbuds in...but they were snatched from me almost at once.

"How could you listen to this? Rock is evil! It's the music of Satan himself!"

"GET OUT OF MY FACE!" I yelled, finally having had enough. I stood up and glared at them, and my eyes seemed to flash. They all stared at me in horror, until Skylar stepped up and punched me right in the face. I was still glaring as I picked myself off the floor for the second time. After that the group evaporated, laughing unpleasantly to themselves.

I tried not to cry as I bolted down my dinner, then went straight up to my room and collapsed on the bed, before becoming engrossed again in Twist and Shout.

After about an hour, I started to hear raps on my window. At first I ignored them, but soon they became louder and much more insistent, along with a voice that said "Phoenix, I can see you in there."

That voice, why was it so familliar? I walked over to the window and the first thing I saw was the somewhat blurred image of a white hoodie. Jeff.

"Holy shitmonkeys!" I yelled in complete and total surprise. To my surprise, Jeff found my exclamation extremely amusing, because he laughed so hard he toppled out of the tree. I flung the window open. "Jeff!" I yelled.

He didn't seem to be fazed by the fall, however. Quick as a ninja, he was back on his branch. "Hi," he said.

Did Jeff the killer seriously just say hi to me? "Hi," I said uneasily. Before I could blink, he jumped through the window ledge, landing a few feet from where I was standing. "And now you're in my room..." I muttered to myself. My fear must have shown in  my face, because Jeff gave me a concerned look and put his hands up as if to say It's okay.

"Relax," he said. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna talk."

"Talk about what?" I asked.

"I dunno."