Blog of a Killer

Day four: Newbie

*School*

This new kid at the school is called Oliver. Oliver Welks. He's tall, muscular and hot as hell- like me really. However, Oliver doesn't have white/glowing eyes, a tendency to kill or a creepy smile. He's a jock, and had girls swooning over him. However he didn't seem interested in them, but he did seem interested in me. Very interested in me. I blank him, I need to tell Daniel that I baked the cake for him.

It's English now, and he's sitting pretty in his seat. When I have a get a book I hand a note to him, as it's quiet in the classroom.

Daniel,

Please don't be afraid of me. I made you a cake because I think you're a lovely person and you deserve it.

Jimmy : )

That's when he looks at me, I repeat, Daniel Everett is looking at me. Nobody else. I feel my heart pump a little faster, a blush shading my cheeks. He looks a little shocked, scared even, then he smiles his heart fluttering smile, speaking out loud, "Thank you sweetie, I was meaning to tell the sender in person that the cake and message were amazing."

"DANIEL EVERETT, DETENTION!" I hear the shrill cry of the teachers voice, "JIMMY I-CAN'T-PRONOUNCE-YOUR-SURNAME, DETENTION!"

"It's Zolnerowich, Miss."

"And this, is a detention slip, fill it out, the both of you."

This might be the most incredible stroke of luck ever. I'm in a detention room with Daniel. Who, may I add, smiled and spoke to me. I might note pass in detention, that, or stare at him.

*Detention*

Oliver is here, like me, he had an after school detention on his first day of school. Me and Daniel choose desks next to each other, I don't think we've got to the stage of sitting next to one another yet.

So, Oliver bowls in, taking off his sunglasses and coat. God only knows why he's wearing sunglasses in the corridors. Pleb.

Out of all the places he chooses to sit, he sits next to me. He's leaning to me, at least he smells decent. Daniel shoots me a look, a "who does he think he is". I roll my eyes and shrug, though Daniel can't tell my eyes have rolled.

"So, Jimmy, you must have about fifteen girlfriends, b' now?" Oliver smirks, "I bet you have sex like every day, ami'right?"

"I don't have any girlfriends, and I don't have sex every day."

"Woah, that accent... your voice is so deep and husky, how'd you get it like that?"

"I grew a pair, unlike some." I glare at him so his lips shut. I hate big headed guys, mostly because I am one.

I write a note, slipping it into a copy of Hamlet, I walk over to Daniel, taking his tattered copy of the play. I whisper "37" before swapping his book with one on the shelf.

Coffee after the detention? This newbie is a pain in the ass. I don't know how you'll signal me a yes/no, maybe thumbs up/thumbs down?

Thumbs are up.

Oliver is close to me now, "Psst, after this detention d'you want to go to my place. I know your name, it's Jimmy ain't it?"

"I'm busy."

"I'm Oliver." He smirked, and tilted my face so he could see me, "You're playing hard to get with me, ain't cha Jimmy?"

"No, I ain't." I glare at him, "It's surprising what a blunt knife can do."

"It's surprising what a Saturday night, vodka and a sofa can do too." He cupped my face, "Don't try me, sexy."

"Fuck off." I put it lightly, I'm not being played like a fool.

"Fuck me."

"How about I kill you."

"Living up to the rumours, are we?"

"Being a prick, are you?" I growl a little, Daniel is listening in the whole thing.

"Growling... is so sexy-"

"Pervert." I hear Daniel say between a cough.

"What was that, nerd?"

"I said, you're a pervert Oliver. Leave him alone." Daniel was still writing his essay.

Oliver stood up, hovering the book over Daniel's head. That's when I lost it with this guy. I stood up, swiping the book from his hands, smashing the edge of it around his mouth. Oliver simply wiped the blood and smeared it down my cheek, "See what you've done... killer?"

"I didn't kill you, I protected someone from you." I snared and looked at the clock, the teacher monitoring the detention was fast asleep on her desk. I packed my bag, and walked out, leaving Oliver in the room.

Daniel quickly went to the toilet, so I waited for him outside, that's when he pushed me. Gently at first, then quite harshly into the wall, "you like that guy don't cha? Whyyyy? When you can like me Jim?"

I stood perfectly still, waiting for him to stop. Then, he slowly began to lick the blood off my cheek, so I quite rightly slapped him, "Get lost."

"Make me."

Daniel walked out of the toilets, looking up at me, he tugged my sleeve and led me away. Luckily Oliver was new and didn't know his was around the school like we did, so we ran out together.

So now, it's just me and Daniel. Alone together.