Sorry for the uncertain update time (in the end it was 4:00am Wednesday morning lol). Thanks again for everyone's touching comments and support! (the reason I'm up this late :D)

After that awkward conversation about killers wanting my ass, I went downstairs and plopped down on the sofa next to my mom, who was doing work from her laptop. After about half an hour of listlessly watching reality TV, Shawn came down and silently sat next to me. Where the hell had he been? Maybe he could finally focus after I left.

After another ten minutes of wordlessly watching the TV I began to get a bit hungry. "Hey Sh-... Astly, I'm going to get some chips, want some?" I asked, standing from the couch. Crap, I almost said 'Shawn' instead of Astly.

Shawn grinned. "That'd be radical, thanks." He said a little too enthusiastically. I shot him a weird look as I left for the kitchen. Was there a reason he was being so... sunny when my mom was around? It was a bit excessive.

I came back with two bowls of potato chips and handed one to Shawn. He gave me a look, asking why we didn't just share a bowl. I shrugged; I didn't want him eating all the chips, and I didn't want to feel like I had to eat all of them because he would.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Thanks Jake." He said, beginning to eat the chips. Five minutes later Shawn's bowl was completely empty. I knew I was right to split up the chips!

Shawn suddenly stood up, putting down his empty bowl on the coffee table. "Well, I have to pee." He said frankly, leaving for the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, my mom shut her laptop and looked at me eagerly. Shit, what was she thinking?

"What?" I asked skeptically.

"Jake," She said softly. "I think your friend might be gay."

I almost choked on my chips in shock. "W-what makes you say that?" I asked.

"Well, he seems to really like you honey, he always so happy when you talk to him." She explains, barely containing a giant grin on her face. "Are you two dating?" She asked.

I shook my head vigorously. "No no no... I mean, didn't even know he was gay." I added. And I was pretty sure he was bisexual...

"Well, he is a nice boy." She said hintingly, obviously not believing that we weren't dating. "And as long as you use a condom..."

"Mom!" I yelled. Fuck, was my mom seriously trying to get me together with Shawn!?

"Nothing." She sang, standing up to go to the kitchen. "Now, what would you like to eat for dinner besides potato chips? Would you like some soup? Pasta?" She waggled her eyebrows at me.

I sighed. "Pasta would be great mom, thanks." I fell back against the couch.

My mom held up a packet of curly pasta and spaghetti. "Which one do you think your boyfriend Astly would like?" She asked.

"I dunno, you can ask him when he..." I glared at her. "Mom stop."

She laughed to herself. "Okay, okay. I feel like curly pasta, you?"

"Yeah, curly sounds good." I said.

I heard the toilet flush and Shawn came out a moment later. We made eye contact, and since my mom was faced towards the sink, Shawn gave me a knowing smirk. Shit, he heard our whole conversation, didn't he?

Then my mom noticed that Shawn had come out of the bathroom. "Ah! Astly, we're having pasta, is that alright with you?" She asked.

"Of course, that sounds great." He replied warmly.

"What do you like on your pasta Astly?" My mom continued. "We have pesto, tomato sauce, meet sauce, crème sauce..." She frowned. "I buy too many sauces." She muttered to herself.

"I don't really mind, I'm happy with-"

"We'll all have tomato sauce." I interjected. If I had to listen to one more argument between Mom and Mary-Sue-Shawn, I was going to slam my head against the coffee table.

"I kind of felt like meet sauce tonight." My mom said with a pout.

"Then we'll have meet sauce." I said with a shrug.

My mom then went back to making the pasta and Shawn sat back down on the sofa next to me. I glanced in his direction and saw that he was smirking at me again. I rolled my eyes and pointed to the stairs; I'd rather he just got this smug shit out of his system instead of smirking at me all evening. He nodded, and we both stood up to go upstairs.

"Mom, could you call us when the pasta is finished? We're going upstairs for a bit." I asked.

"Of course, I'll tell you when its ready." She replied. Something in her tone told me that she was expecting me to make a move on Shawn or something... Which was too many levels of fucked-up for my taste.

As soon as Shawn and I entered my room, I turned to him. "I know you heard that whole conversation with my mom, so just get it out of your system." I said irritably.

"I wonder what your mom thinks that we're doing right now?" Shawn drawled, amused.

"D-doesn't matter." I said agitatedly.

"Maybe she thinks you and I are becoming an item... or something else." Shawn mused.

"Astly quit being a dick." I growled.

"A dick? And here I thought that I was a nice boy." He said mockingly, repeating what my mom just said about him.

"Because you're being a fucking kiss-up." I pointed out angrily. I then frowned. "Why are you being so... peppy anyways?" I asked suspiciously. He couldn't have planned this whole shit out, could he?!

He smirked again. "I wonder~"

He did. He was playing it up to seem like an overly nice guy; so obviously overly nice that even my mom would catch on. And when he acted even nicer towards me, it looked like he liked me. My mom would take him for a nice (rich and beautiful) boy who had an innocent crush on me, take pity on him, and then advocate on his behalf. He planned it all from the fucking start to win over my mom and her approval of us being together! "You ingenious son of a bitch." I seethed.

"Why thank you." Shawn smiled, looking fucking pleased with himself.

"But how did you know my mom would buy shit like that? You've never met her before." I pointed out. For all he knew, she could have been a raging homophobe or something.

"I have cameras all over your house, so it didn't take a lot of effort to find out your mother is a nice woman." Shawn scoffed. Oh yeah, I sort of forgot he had fucking cameras everywhere.

"Oh yeah, did you find out anything earlier when I was downstairs?" I asked, moving to a different topic.

"Not really." Shawn sighed.

I narrowed my eyes. "Would you tell me if you did?"

Shawn grinned. "No."

"For the last time, the Kyle and Spike things were just shitty coincidences." I said through gritted teeth.

"I'm playing it safe; the less you know the better." Shawn said sternly."So even if you found out who it was, you wouldn't tell me?" I clarified.

"Yup." He said. How the hell was that playing it safe!?

"So they could just knock on my front door and I wouldn't even know they were the killer... How the fuck is that playing it safe?" I asked.

Shawn glared at me in aggravation. "I don't want you getting involved."

"I'm already fucking involved Shawn. Actually, maybe if you told me what Spike looked like before, we wouldn't have had so many problems with him." I said angrily.

"I didn't want you getting involved with that either." Shawn seethed.

"Shawn be real; I'm involved, it makes more sense to tell me if you find out about anything, and you can't protect me by not telling me anything." I said with finality.

Shawn opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it and closed it, glaring openly at me. He knew I was fucking right. Shawn might have been a genius, but he could be pretty damn stupid sometimes.

"Glad we got that figured out." I said, turning to walk back downstairs.

Before I could reach the door, Shawn grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. Before I could protest, he looped his fingers in my hair and attacked my mouth with an angry kiss. I put my hand against his chest, tempted to push him back, but I didn't. I forgot how good of a fucking kisser he was.

Before pulling away, Shawn gave my lower lip a rough nip. "I fucking hate it when you're right." He panted, pulling away.

Feeling stunned from the kiss, I stared at him blankly for a moment. My face flared up a moment later. "Y-you...Shit." I hissed, putting my face in my hand angrily. Why the fuck didn't I pull away!? Why the hell was Shawn so godamn motherfucking-... I fucking hated myself.

"Jake." Shawn said.

"W-what?" I muttered, looking up to see Shawn staring at me.

Shawn bit his lip and forced himself to look at the corner of the wall. "Let's go downstairs before I shove you against the godamn mattress."

"Sounds good." I said gravely, fumbling around for the doorknob and pushing the door open.

By the time Shawn and I reached downstairs, Mom was sitting by three plates of pasta with a magazine. She apparently was never planning to call us down. When Shawn and I sat down silently she folded up her magazine and took out her fork. "Good timing! Any longer and we would've had to reheat the food." She said, beginning to eat her pasta.

Shawn and I began to eat dinner as well. The entirety of dinner was pretty awkward; with my mom trying to make me look good and Shawn reciprocating in his practiced happy attitude. I just haphazardly agreed or disagreed with whatever they were saying, focusing more on not shuddering whenever Shawn buttered on his fake attitude too thick.

After Mom and Shawn finished a conversation about... what was it, plans after high school, I went and got some ice cream for us to eat. I spent a bit of a long time gathering the ice cream, relieved to have an excuse to leave the table. Yeah, the dinner was fricken uncomfortable.

After over half an hour, Shawn and my mom were still chatting away. I sighed. "Hey, do you think I could turn in early? I'm pretty beat."

My mom frowned and checked her watch. "Wow, it's already 9:30?" She exclaimed, apparently unaware that she had chatted with Shawn for over an hour. "You two go on upstairs, I clean up here." She said, waving us off.

Shawn and I thanked her and went up to my room. We both changed into our pajamas and went to out respective beds. I took out my phone to text while Shawn took out his laptop to do god knows what.

"Looking up shit about the murder?" I asked.

He glanced up at me. "Who knows?" He replied vaguely. He then narrowed his eyes at my phone. "Who are you texting?" He asked suspiciously.

"Las Vegas, Spike, and all of the other hookups that I have on back order." I replied sarcastically. Couldn't he just look at my texts himself with whatever device he was using to track everything on my damn phone?

Shawn's glared at me silently.

I rolled my eyes and showed him my phone. "Trent and Trudy." I said.

"Alright." He said, nodding in approval before going back to typing on his computer.

I stared at him in annoyance a while longer before going back to my phone. He was so fucking paranoid.

After a while I started to get drowsy. I sent good nights to the people I was texting and lay my phone down onto my nightstand. I slowly fell asleep to the sound of Shawn typing.

A few hours after I fell asleep, I woke up because of a nightmare. I couldn't remember what the dream was about, but I still felt really freaked out. Guess that's what happens when you find out another murderer is infesting your normal suburban Californian town and killing teachers at your normal freaking public school.

The room was extremely dark and I was starting have those 'worst case scenario' thoughts that you have when you're already feeling scared. I tried to comfort myself by reminding myself that I wasn't alone, but that just backfired when I realized the person I was with was my homicidal stalker.

Oh well, maybe talking to Shawn would help me chill out a bit. He could still awake; after all he did used to stay up all night watching me sleep on his cameras... "Hey, Shawn." I whispered. No answer. "Shawn?" I said a bit louder. Again, no answer.

Was he actually asleep or was he not replying on purpose? (for whatever weird Shawn reasons). I sat up and tried to see his face to check if he really was sleeping. Damn, he was facing the wrong way. Not wanting to get off my bed, I pushed my dark hair out of my eyes and crouched on my bed, placing my hand on the wall and leaning as far over the mattress as I could in order to try and see his face.

My hand suddenly slipped off of the wall, and I yelped as I fell directly on top of Shawn's stomach, jerking him awake.

"UGH! What the fuck!? Where the fuck am I?!" He yelled in shock, starting to flail around roughly.

"Sorry." I said, trying to avoid getting hit by one of Shawn's arms.

Shawn placed one of his hands on my head. "Jakey?... Oh yeah, I'm at your place." He said, ruffling my hair a bit. "...Did you just tackle me?" He asked.

"No, I fell." I admitted with a sigh. "I was checking to see if you were awake and fell down."

Shawn chuckled. "Why were you checking? Aw, did you wanna talk to me?" Shawn asked affectionately.

"Maybe." I muttered in embarrassment.

Shawn was silent a moment, obviously not expecting my answer. "Why?" He asked.

"...I just wanted to talk to someone." I said, trying to sound nonchalant. I didn't want to tell him that I wanted to talk to him for comfort. He'd let it all go to his head in a millisecond. Little did I know, he already had.

There was a long pause. "What kind of diamond do you want?" He asked suddenly.

"Huh? For what?" I asked in confusion. Who ever said that I wanted a diamond?

"For your engagement ring!" He said heartily.

"Alright, I'm going back to bed." I said in annoyance, climbing off of Shawn and crawling back under my covers.

Shawn chuckle. "Have good dreams Jakey." He said tenderly.

"Thanks, 'night Shawn." I replied, closing my eyes to go back to sleep. I slept peacefully the rest of the night. As much as I hated to admit it, talking to Shawn actually did help me calm down...

I awoke the next morning to a bunch of ringing. Thinking it was my alarm, I slapped it with my hand. When it still didn't stop, I opened my eyes and sat up. It was bright outside and Shawn's mattress was empty. I checked the time on my battered alarm clock. It was 9:28am.

The ringing began again, and I recognized it to be the phone. The ringtone being cut short indicated that someone picked up the phone. Great, maybe I could sleep for a few more minutes.

"Jake!" My mom called from the bottom of the stairs. "You up!?"

"I am now!" I called back.

"Someone is on the phone for you!" She called again.

"Kay, thanks!" I yelled. I walked over to the phone in my room and picked it up, looking at the number. I frowned; it wasn't a number I recognized.

I picked up the phone and held it to my ear. Mom hung it up as soon as I got on. "Hello?"

"Hello Jake." A chillingly familiar voice said. "It's Jade." I froze up in shock. "I'm not calling to threaten you by the way, so please don't call Card in." He added urgently.

"Spike?" I asked incredulously. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, and how the fuck did you get this number?" I whispered furiously. Was he trying to get himself killed? Again!?

"I think I'm trying to save your ass; you and Card have probably already heard about the murder that happened at your school, right? You know, the one targeted at you?" He said, ignoring my other question.

"What about it?" I asked, intrigued. "And also, my phone is bugged and Shawn is downstairs... so I'd make whatever you're saying fast before he catches on." I said quickly.

"Well, I know quite a shit ton about who did it." He said.

My eyes widened. "Really? Who?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's no fucking way I'm telling you over a phone, much less a bugged phone." Spike scoffed.

"Then what the hell are you suggesting?" I asked suspiciously.

"To meet me in the Starbucks on Whickam Ave at 11:30 sharp. I'll tell you all that I know there." He said.

Red flags went up. "First, why the hell should I trust you after you literally stuck a gun to my back and tried to kidnap me? And second, why the fuck would you do that when all you want to do is screw Card over?" I questioned.

"First, because it's a public place with lots of people, and I'm critically injured. Second, because you saved my fucking life twice and I'm trying to return the favor." Spike explained.

"You don't seem like the type of person who cares about returning favors if he gets put in danger." I speculated.

"Yeah, well I am. Are you going to come or not?" He asked, starting to get impatient.

"What makes you think that I'm dumb enough to have a coffee with a guy who stuck a fucking gun to my back?" I asked.

"Because of the fact that you are dumb enough?" Spike replied.

I glowered into space for a moment. "Of you bring anything to make me think you're a threat, I'm gone... I'll see you at 11:30." I said, hanging up.

As soon as I hung up the phone a wave of dread went over me. What the fuck was I thinking?! Did I seriously just agree to that shady ass meeting!? Spike was even more unreliable than Shawn! Oh shit...Shawn.

I slapped myself in the forehead and cursed silently. I was going to have to get by Shawn somehow... which was near impossible since he wasn't going to let me go outside the house without him! And fuck, if I actually made it, he was going to be pissed.

Shawn was right; it was better if I wasn't involved. Because I'm apparently a fucking dumbass.

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HA! Nice cliffhanger right???????

Also, if you haven't noticed, this chapter hasn't been proof read, because it's 4am and I'm tired (the title is also proof of how I can't think XD) . I just really wanted to finally give you guys a chapter. I'll proof read it tomorrow (sorry if the chapter is too choppy or anything else...and that one piece I didn't finish)

Anyways, thanks everyone so much for their patience with me, Next chapter coming soon