Ms. Bad Girl

005 - Relentless Flirt

The lights from the hallway casted a glow against him, outlining him so he stands out in the dark room. His right hand was on the door handle while his left hand curled into a fist. I couldn't really see his face except his eyes as he had a mask on.

It took a split of second for him to charge towards to me and had his hands tightly around my neck, choking me. He was way stronger for me to defeat him. He squeezed my neck tighter and tighter until it felt like my windpipe might collapse. Stars cornered my vision but I kept struggling trying to find a way to knock him off.

"Stop!" I whimpered, punching him hard on his cheek but he didn't loosen his hands around my neck.

His pushed my head against the wall behind me so hard that I could feel a pain exploded from the back of my head and my vision went pitch black for a split of second. My hands dropped to a desk beside me and I felt something cold and sharp against my hand.

A scissor.

I grabbed it in my fist and stabbed it into his neck. Blood gushed out of the open wound and he let go of my neck as he reached for his neck to stop the bleeding. It was bleeding profusely. He stared at me in shocked with his big brown eyes that seemed familiar with me.

He dropped onto the floor like a sack of potatoes with his hands still on his neck, still staring at me, as his mouth opened and closed as if he was trying to say out something. With a few of struggles, he managed to say it before his eyes shut closed

"Jessie..."

I froze as I heard his voice and quickly pulled off the mask.

My chest felt tight that I stopped breathing and dropped the bloody scissor.

I killed my own brother, Alex.

"Jessica!!" A loud voice screamed that I jolted waking up and I found myself in my hangout room sitting on the couch.

I sat up straight and spotted Beatrice with Peter who were looking at me with wide eyes. Peter kneeled infront of me as he placed his hands on my knee,

"Jess, are you okay?" He asked and I realised that my heart was beating fast and beads of sweat trickling down my forehead.

I nodded at him, feeling relieved that it was just a dream but it felt so real. Beatrice held onto my arm,

"You were screaming as if someone trying to kill you in your dream," she looked worried.

More like it was me who killed someone.

"Nah, just some bad dream," I let out a soft forced chuckle and they were still looking at me.

Peter stood up and pulled out a tissue to wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead and I muttered a 'thanks' to him. Beatrice crossed her legs with one of her eyebrow raised up.

"What did you dream about?"

I leaned back against the couch and I couldn't believe that I dreamed about me killing Alex who was even trying to kill me. That was one of a crazy bad dream that I wished it won't happen for real.

"Something horrible," I shook my head and Peter went to sit beside me on the couch.

"Horrible like what? Having threesome with old men?" Peter guessed and he was about to laugh when I pinched his arm.

Beatrice scrunched up her nose, frowning and said her usual remark before drinking her favourite soda "That's gross, Peter."

"Well, I dreamed about me stabbing a scissor into Alex's neck," I answered and she spat out the water in her mouth, coughing.

Peter burst into laughter looking at her reaction and I couldn't help but to join in. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at me horrifiedly.

"What?" I asked feeling uncomfortable when she didn't blink for few seconds neither changed her expression.

"How can you kill that one fine sexy goddamn-" She cupped her mouth before she blurted out more compliments of my brother.

Peter looked unhappy and pouted, "Beatrice, I'm more good looking than her brother!"

And of course, Beatrice gave him that Bitch-What face as she rolled her eyes. As usual, it leaded them to bicker more and I shook my head at their arguement and headed out of the room.

"Hey there sexy," I looked up after closing the door from behind.

Great, Jake Bolton.

"What do you want? Can you stop appearing infront of me," I groaned, walking down the hallway.

He decided to walk backwardly infront of me and I looked away from him with my hands inside my leather jacket pockets, making way to the toilet.

"It seems like fate want us to be together hmm? I didn't even know you were gonna pop out from that room," he shrugged.

I frowned at him, "Aren't you supposed to be eating with your other musketeers at the cafeteria?"

He laughed which I assumed to the nickname I gave for them. He pretended to wipe off imaginary tear on his cheek as his laughter stopped, "I wanna spend more time to know more about you, babe."

I scoffed at his word 'babe',"You should get lost from my sight."

Just when I was about to push open the toilet door, he blocked my way and grabbed my hand. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I feel like I knew you from somewhere before," he tilted his head.

"Have we met before?" I pulled away my hand.

He nodded, "You were the angel that had been protecting me in my dreams."

I rolled my eyes. I thought he was gonna say something that will wonder me if I had an Amnesia or he mistaken for someone else.

"That's lame," I commented and pushed him out of the way, entering in the toilet.

JAKE'S POV

I glanced at Jessica as she entered the toilet. I wasn't lying when I said that I felt like I knew her from somewhere before. That cheesy line covered me up from embarassing myself because I wasn't sure if she was that girl or not.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms and propped up one leg against it. She seemed really pretty badass and I wonder if she ever killed someone before. Damn, her personality really attracted me since she's the first one who I met who don't go all flirty and clingy with me.

Without intended, I found myself smiling at how she didn't pushed me away and just listen to what I said to her. I think I even noticed her smiling a lil when I said those cheesy line to her. God, Jessica what have you done to me.

Just when I realised that Jessica took a long time to do her business inside the toilet, curiousity and worry grew in me. Should I go in? What if there were other girls inside...oh no, don't tell me she was murdering them. As if in cue,

someone let out a scream.

And it belongs to Jessica.