Ringside Seat ||A Laughing Jack Love Story||

Chapter 9 - Prom Preparations

Chapter 9 – Prom Preparations

Paris

I sat after school with Araya in the gym, getting some streamers hanging while she put the bundle of balloons and gems in the middle of each ruffle. Of course Dameon hadn’t shown up to serve his detention, leaving all the work to the girls. Once that was done I climb on the ladder in another part to hang up the words “Starry Night” on the wall while Araya takes care of the disco balls.

“How long is this going to take?!” I ask being wrapped up in the streamers, and pieces of tape stuck up on my leather jacket.

Jack’s box was in my backpack, it’s where I shoved it when I panicked when we had our little fight. I hadn’t bothered to put him back so he had been stowed along through school and now this oh so fun after school activity.

“I don’t know Paris, just hang in there okay?” Araya grunted, when I looked over she was clearly having troubles hoisting the main disco ball up.

I slide down the ladder and walk to my friend’s aid and lift the disco ball until it hung perfectly among its smaller disco ball friends.

Araya sighs, “Thanks Paris. Mind if I take a break and go get us some drinks from the gas station across the street?”

“Please do.” I say, leaning against the wall of closed bleachers.

She beams and nods, “I’ll be back!” jingling her keys as she jogged out the gym doors.

I look at them as she goes, I suppose Mr. “Bad Boy” isn’t going to come help with the decorating anytime so why not… let’s let Jack out.

I dig in my bag and pull out the box looking at it suspiciously before opening the box the creaky and off tune ‘Pop goes the weasel’ echoing in the box’s cracked walls making it more eerie.

Soon a puff of black smoke erupts in front of me and Jack’s hand was wrapped on my throat, holding me up as he growls.

I gasp for breath, my eyes flashing at him as I thrash, off the ground. “Jack…”

Jack’s sterling silver eyes looked confused and lost conflicting from a glare to a sympathetic look but soon turned to disgust as he threw me away from him, sliding on the gym floor as I rub my neck.

“Why didn’t you do it?” I choke out looking at him with a harsh glare.

“Because my amazing claws don’t need to be dulled by your calloused flesh.” He says looking at his hand like a girl would examine her nails.

I growl at him, he’s calling me calloused? Has he looked in the mirror?

I get up and sigh, I need a scarf soon, and surely he left bruises. I look at him and glower. He only smirks and hums pop goes the weasel before actually looking around to where he was.

“Hey! This is where I took care of your problem, how selfless of me.” He says, “I can almost see the bodies swinging now!”

I shiver and shook my head, he was so cryptic, insane, and very much conceited.

“What’s holding you back from getting away from me so you don’t have to be in your box. Just get out of here.” I snap irritated.

Jack looks at me with a wide Cheshire grin on his black lips as he lurks closer to me. “Because you know too much, you’ve seen me, you’re a witness. A good killer doesn’t leave witnesses. And because you owe me a debt” he whispers the last word in my ear, I could feel his tongue close to my ear making me tremble, scaring me.

“I owe you nothing. I didn’t ask for them to die. I could have dealt with it, I only had the rest of the year to deal with it.” I say.

“Yes, but I’m sure you’ve been ‘dealing with it’ for much longer than your highschool years, isn’t that true?” he smirks.

Somehow, Jack was right. I had dealt with those jocks and preps since third grade; I’d gone through ten years of their bullying. But killing them wasn’t right, even if they were assholes they were someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s sister or daughter. They were important to people, maybe they were good people outside of school. Did they deserve their demise?

“They deserved it.” Jack whispers.

I shook my head “No they didn’t!”

“That monster killed the jocks?” a different, deep voice echoed in the gym walls.

Immediately Jack and I look towards where the voice had come and saw Dameon standing there.

“Ooh a witness! Can’t have those.” Jack smirks as he tears across the gym.

“Oh no…” I whisper

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