Killing For Love

Chapter 12

Dean POV

The next morning, I get up early and get ready for school. I've been earlier lately because I want to meet Megan at her house before school starts, mainly so I can walk with her, but also to keep an eye on her to make sure nothing bad happens to her. Yes, I'm paranoid, but for a very good reason. If it was up to me (which it isn't), I would be with Megan every second of the day. Unfortunately, I can't do that, since she has different classes than me, and she also has to go home every night.

Still, I want to spend as much time with Megan as possible. Alone, preferably, but that's not always going to happen. There just so happens to be three annoying idiots that surround her on a regular day basis. One of which has already gotten on my bad side. Yes, I'm still on about Damian calling me a simp. I will make him regret that.

I'm pulled out of my dark thoughts when I approach Megan's house, about five minutes before she leaves. I stand there, at the curb, scrolling through my phone. I remember that call I had with Marcus last night, and how I accidentally exposed Megan. Marcus knows me though, and if he has any sort of a brain in his skull, he won't mess with her. If he ever tries to hurt her in any way, shape or form, I will end him. It won't be a quick death either, it will be slow, painful torture.

Suddenly, I hear a door opening, someone walking out, and closing the door behind them. I look up with a grin on my face, as Megan comes strolling towards me.

"As far as I can tell, all you care about is killing people and making money off of it." Marcus's voice mocks in my head.

No. I am not just a killer. I kill to defend and support myself, but not just that. I'm killing for love.

—-

I go through the same stupid routine I go through every morning. Including hanging around Megan's friend group. The only part that I actually like about it (besides being around Megan of course) is the occasional glances of fear Damian and Cam send me. I assume someone in the group told Cam about what happened with Damian yesterday, because he's now looking at me in a whole different way. A look of fear and uncertainty, as if he thinks that I might break his neck if he so much as looks at Megan the wrong way. Which, let's be honest, I probably will (out of sight from Megan or any one else important that is).

I love this feeling. The feeling of power over everyone else. The feeling of being indestructible and feared. The feeling of being able to protect the one I love from everything else in the world.

Finally, the bell rings, and we go to photography.

After announcements and attendance, the class starts, and Mr. Teenes starts talking.

"Okay, so today you'll be taking street pictures around the school. Street pictures are where you take pictures of people without them knowing it. It's a good way to express people's true emotions and feelings. Try to be discreet, because you're not getting their permission."

For once, this project sounds relatively fun. I do something like this all the time. Except whenever I sneak up on people outside of school, it's usually to murder them.

"As far as I can tell, all you care about is killing people and making money off of it."

That stupid sentence keeps repeating in my head. It is NOT true though. I am more than just a murderer. I have feelings and emotions. I AM NOT just a mindless killing machine.

I look over at Megan, who seems to be intrigued by this project too.

Marcus is wrong. There's something that I care more about than murder, and that's Megan.

—-

Once we get our camera, we wander around the halls in the school. Danyelle has the camera first, so she starts to 'casually' take pictures. Her version of discreet, and mine, are two very different things. I'm pretty sure at least half of the people she's taking pictures of knows she's taking pictures of them, but they're all too stupidly polite to say anything.

We eventually migrate to a stairwell, in wait for random people to come down the stairs.

Danyelle is pacing around, looking exceptionally bored, while Megan is leaning against a wall near the door, scrolling through her phone. I lean on the wall beside her, and put my arm around her as she leans into me.

"You know, you can start taking pictures if you want. Or help Danyelle with hers, since you seem like the type to sneak up on people and kill them or something." Megan suggests, grinning at me.

I know she's kidding, but I can't help worrying for a second that she knows my secret. She doesn't though, she can't.

"As far as I can tell, all you care about is killing people and making money off of it."

Okay. That's it. I'm proving my stupid little fucker of a subconscious mind wrong once and for all. I DO care about more things than murder, and I'm going to prove it. Right. Now.

"Actually," I start, moving from beside Megan, to in front of her. "I would rather do this."

I slam my lips down onto hers, and push her flat against the wall. At first, she seems surprised, but soon melts into the kiss. I quickly make it more aggressive, and it's getting dangerously close to a make out session. I don't care though, this is what I need. I don't just want Megan, I need her.

"Can you two please stop snogging?" Danyelle's exasperated voice says near us.

Megan briefly breaks away from the kiss, breathing a little heavily. "Sorry." She gasps, trying to move away. I'm not going to let that happen though. How dare Danyelle try to come between us. She has no right to tell us when we can and can't make out.

"No." I say, pushing Megan back against the wall. "We're not done yet."

After giving Danyelle a scornful look, I continue to kiss Megan. This time I'm able to practically slide my tongue down her throat, to the point where she nearly chokes. While having this second steamy make out session with my girlfriend, I can vaguely hear a strange clicking sound near us, but I don't think much of it. All I care about right now is proving Marcus wrong. I am not just a basic killer. I am more than a mediocre assassin. I AM MORE.

—-

Once we're back in class, with both Megan and I having no pictures to present whatsoever, the presentations start. Although, it's not going to last very long since there's only ten minutes left in class.

By the five minute mark, Danyelle's pictures are put up on the screen at the front of the class so everyone can see them. All the pictures are exceptionally boring and ordinary, that is, until the tenth picture is shown.

Apparently, that clicking sound I heard earlier while I was making out with Megan, was the sound of a camera taking a picture. And up on the screen, where everyone in the entire class can see it, is a picture of Megan and I making out.