•Jeff the KillerXAudrey • (oc)

• Chapter 12: Hang Out •

Walking around the city, Jeff was looking through a shop glass. Looking inside the video store, towering over few movies

"Come ooon, we haven't got all day! Beside if Nana sees me around here. She'll kill me!" I comply

Jeff still looking over the movies, he's been ignoring my words of worry as he brushed me off

"Calm you're tits down, you're not going anywhere since we made a deal. No killing, you buy me whatever and whenever I want"

"That didn't mean I had to wear my pajamas in a 80 degree! It's hot out!"

"Can't you just shut up?? I'm looking over something, don't draw any attention with your damn annoying voice"

"Says the guy who has his full body against the glass window, FYI, people are inside the store." I say

He looks over the people inside, seeing few people staring at Jeff weirdly as he gets off the window

"There isn't any interesting movies these days.."

"My Nana has movies back home, we can go back and check whatever movie you like. How about that?" I ask, in a way trying to reason the teenage homicide killer

He may be a insanity killer but, he just feels like those annoying guys in school.

"Nah, I already checked your movies, you guys got lame once. Who freaking still watches Bambi?" I ask, mockingly, teasing me the idea of watching a kids movies

"Just for your information, I find that movie to be memorable childhood dreams"

"Psshh! You're just as lame as any other losers around here!" He says

Glaring at him as we continue to walk, passing by stores. People walking passed us but none suspecting Jeff. As much I would love to leave and stay at home, I can't seeing how Jeff is out here and can do reckless thinking. Let alone, he can just carry me anywhere since he's got no problem carrying me around like a doll

"Speaking of losers, who the hell were those fags?"

"Huh?" My head snapped surprise, bearing Jeff voice ring against my ears

"Deaf much? I mean, who were those guys? The ones earlier? Yknow?" He ask

Shaking my head, mentally groaning myself. Sighing remembering those jerks

"Jerks, just jerks who got nothing better to do...why? Worried?" I teased him

His eyes rolled in annoyance but look back at me, his eyes gone serious as his voice has gone stern

"Why didn't you fight back? Those faggots were messing with you, why didn't you, like, push them back? Or punch their stomach?" He ask

This was a hard question to answer. My answer is pathetic and lame but, truthfully, it slipped out

"..I couldn't..."

"Couldn't? Why 'couldn't'? You are obviously are able to fight back and for damn sure, you got a guy against the head with a rusty old pip--"

"Sshhh! Not in public!" I say, my hands on his mask. Shutting his lips behind it

We both looked eachother in the eyes, my eyes pleading for him not to say anything else related for the crimes happened last night..

He grabs a hold of my wrist, holding it tight but gently, his hands rough filled with deep scars but warm in the gentler way

"Why?"

"....I couldnt because..because their from my school.."

"And?"

"If I get into a fight with them, not only ill be in trouble I'll be expelled out of school. My Nana would be disappointed and..." I stop myself