Monster (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

I do not own any of the pictures! This book is also boyxboy so if you don't like that stuff then I have no idea why your reading it and I don't feel like listening to your hate. Other then that...ENJOY! NONE OF THIS IS EDITED BTW SO PLZ DO NOT COMPLAIN JUST POLITELY INFORM ME OF MISTAKES;)

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I could feel it.

Their eyes, glaring at the front of my hoodie. The class was silent except for the violent whispers, pervading the room like a wild fire. Mrs. Prim; the history teacher, cautiously spared me a glance before clearing her throat in attempt to silence the students.

Rumburg was a small town. The population was decreasing even more by the hour as the seniors of the town slowly died off. Not much happened here except for a few heart attacks and occasional car crashes. Hence why my parent's murder was on the news and I slowly became the towns version of the next Jeffrey Dahmer. Every parent whose kid is attending this school practically threatened to sue if I were even in the same room as their children. The school somehow worked around it but even looking at it now, my class was more than half-empty.

Mrs. Prim was still standing and shooting me nervous glances out of the corner of her eye as she tried to quiet everyone down, for the third time. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as clapped her hands loudly to grab everyone's attention.

"OK CLASS! Today we have a new student coming in-"

"Yeah we know who he is, the serial killer!"

A blonde guy shouted from the back, his feet were propped up on his desk as he flashed everyone a satisfied smirk. And just like that, the rumors started up again but quickly quieted when Mrs. Prim started to shout in her shrill (dreadfully annoying) voice.

"Mr. Kingsley, it seems that I will be seeing you after school today for detention. Please prevent yourself from voicing everyone- I mean, your opinion."

I gritted my teeth when she made her little mishap. Tugging my hoodie farther down on my face, I tuned out the world as I made my way towards the back. Right before I sat down I decided to whisper something into the blonde guy's ear...

"Didn't mommy and daddy tell you not to talk to strangers? Especially the ones who are serial killers. Who knows? Maybe I might have to pay mommy and daddy a little visit."

His face turned sheen white as I gently nibbled his earlobe before walking back to my desk like nothing ever happened. Since I was already labeled as a murderer, I might as well embrace it. It's not like they understand what I go through on a daily basis. Nor do they even take a moment to consider the actual facts of the incident. Rumburg is a town full of biased hypocrites and, I guess I'm just one of those unlucky victims.

Throwing my book bag onto the ground beside my desk, I couldn't stop the sneer that spread across my face. The assholes were too worried that, if I had gotten a locker, I might start to disturb the other students.

What a load of bullshit.

After about an hour and a half later, the bell finally rung and I was the first one out of the class. What was the point of sticking around and getting my ass kicked by that Kingsley douche? I mean sure, I threatened him but that doesn't mean I'm prepared to get my ass kicked for it.

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The rest of the classes past rather quickly. A few dirty looks and terrified faces were soon going to be part of my daily routine. The typical group of bone-headed jocks, stopped by and shoved me around a bit. But I couldn't help but smirk because they looked ready to piss themselves with every shove.

One particularly hard shove had caught me off guard and my shoulder rammed into a locker. After that, they decided to ditch the scene. My arm hurt like hell and I had a nasty bruise on my right shoulder. Stumbling a bit, I managed to right myself up and accidentally head butted a chick standing in my way.

"OW! What the fuck dude?!"

"Son of a-"

Before I could finish my sentence, my head whipped to the side and my cheek radiated with a stinging pain. Holding my cheek in disbelief, I glared at the bitch who slapped me.

Her shirt was a little too tight and her boobs looked ready to fall out. The black shorts she was wearing, practically screamed "Hooker". The only thing that was out of place was the thick mascara and painted white face. I think she managed to mix slut with a rockstar from KISS. She pinned me down with a glare, obviously not caring who I was.

"Listen Wendy, why don't you just screw Peter Pan and fly your ass out of my way and to Neverland."

Her jaw dropped and she quickly flipped me off,

"First of all, my name is Megan and second of all, Taylor Lautner is way hotter then Peter Pan."

After a couple of seconds, grins crawled onto our faces. That was when we realized that this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Muttering under my breath, we burst into laughter before sobering up and heading to the cafeteria. Despite the looks from our fellow students, she sat down right next to me at a table consisting me, myself, and I. Oops, I forgot Megan. The table was just so crowded that I couldn't even remember everyone's names.

Note the sarcasm.

After that, she gained the nickname,

"The killer's apprentice".

Man, I love this school.

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