Shaking off the feeling I went downstairs. I reached over to the counter to grab an apple as my phone buzzed. Snatching it off the table I looked down to see a message from my Best Friend Jade
Jade~ You coming to school babe?
Me~ Do I have tooooo
J~ Yes. I'll be there in 5 2 pick u ^
M~ kk later babe
No we're not dating if you think that, me and her are sisters pretty much.
She's been there for me ever since my parents were killed in a plane crash. She's the one that helped me get through it.
Just as I went to take a bite of my apple I heard a car horn. I groaned in frustration and threw it at a mirror, running outside. As I jumped in the car I was engulfed in a hug.
"Hey babeee" Jade giggles.
"Heyyyyyy" I reply with the same fake girliness.
"Ok stop the girly shit its making me sick" She spits.
Ha! There's the Jade I know and love.
I just chuckle at her mood change.
We ride to school in her truck. She's giddy the whole time and I just looked at her.
"Who pissed rainbows in your capt'n crunch?" I asked.
"What do you mean. I'm completely normal." She lied.
"Yeah. Mhmmm. K." I mutter.
"Ok guess what?" She finally says.
"Hmm." I question.
"I GOT YOU A NEW KNIFE!!!" She squeals
"Oh reaaaally..." I say in a deep voice, giving her a pedo look and wiggling my eyebrows.
She eyes me warily. "And noooow I regret it....".
Yeah. It's a weird fascination of mine.
I look at her with excitement gleaming in my eyes.
"I feel a song coming onnnnnnnn!" I squeal.
"No. You dont."
"Yes. I do."
"No."
"Yes."
"Goddamnit Skye. This is a new truck. I don't want my windows breaking."
I put a hand to my chest, offended... and get an evil idea.
"OHHHHHHH-"
Jade groans.
"I HAVE ALL MY FINGERS!!! THE KNIFE GOES CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! IF I MISS THE SPACES IN BETWEEN MY FINGER WILL COME OFF!!! AND IF I HIT MY FINGERS, THE BLOOD WILL SOON COME BUT ALL THE SAME WE PLAY THIS GAME CUZ THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT!!! OHHHHHHH CHO--"
"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!! MY EARS ARE BLEEDING!!!! STAHP."
"I'll show you the knife later!!!" She laughs. "Were almost at school." She sighs.
I groan. Here comes hell. With all the demons involved.
~~~~~~~5 minutes later~~~~~~
As we pull into the parking lot I put my head down letting my hair cover my face. Me & Jade get out of truck and slowly walk towards the door while insults are screamed at us. I start to panick feeling that feeling in my chest rise up again squeezing my chest and making me want to snap everyone of their necks. I force it down.
I walk into the school and walk into the building slowly making my way to my locker which is 667 and Jade making her way to hers, which is 665. We both cast a solemn glance and number 666, our friend Summer's locker before she was murdered. I quickly look away, the tears building in my eyes. She died the same day my parents did, except a year later. As I walk to my desk, once again next to Jade, the insults ring in my ears.
Emo, Slut, whore, orphan, nobody, cutter, fat Those are just some among many. I sit down next to Jade with the feeling still there as I glance at her, her eyes sympathetic.~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gahhhhh My fingers are cramping... bear with me two more chapters and you'll see jeff... && That's Jade up there!
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The Love of A Killer(A Jeff the Killer love story)
Romance17 Year old Skylar Aronson. Outcast in her school by day, Cold Hearted, Insane killer by night. When she meets a boy with his own kind of smile, will they acknowledge each other and go on with their night? Will they fight to the death? Or will somet...