I decided to head to the park. Wherever there was nature and people felt like a safe to me. The park wasn't very full of people because it was a cloudy day, but there were enough joggers and loiterers to make me feel comfortable.

I walked over to a familiar bench, lay down, and then looked up at the grey sky wearily. I didn't want to think about it, but Private Number probably knew that I was there. I was still rather confused on why the hell he was so transfixed on me. It's one thing to stalk someone by sending creepy texts, but it's a whole other level of creepy when they somehow set up stalker gear in your room and kill people. If there were any ups about this guy, it was the fact that he was able to tolerate my attitude and behavior without doing drastic things... like killing people.

"Hey, are you alone?" I heard a voice ask.

"No, my friends are obviously having a party around me." I answered sarcastically, only bothering to see who it was after I made the comment.

I almost choked on my spit when I saw a how hot the stranger was. Teen, tall, toned, and tanned (my four favorite 'T's). He also had stunning olive colored eyes and dark brunet hair. Man, I had to chill; I had my hands full with a stalker, I didn't need a hot-as-fudge guy getting into my life as well.

"So that's a no?" He asked with a smile.

Oh SHIT, that smile was melting me like cheese on nachos even though it was fucking cold out. "Yeah, I'm alone. Do you ant to sit?" I offered casually while sitting up and scooting over.

"Sure, thanks." He said, taking a seat next to me. "So, do you live around here? Not to be weird, I was just wondering if you knew a lot about the murder case at the school. I'm new around here."

Shit, he was already on a touchy subject. "Yeah, I live close by...and I don't know much about the murder, only who was killed."

"I heard there was a calling card too." He sighed. "Man, I should have stayed in Las Vegas."

"Wow, Las Vegas? Like, inside the city?"

"My family owns and lives in a casino there, we moved here because my rents want to open a restaurant and have room to grow their own produce. Oh, I'm Roy by the way."

"I'm Jake. Were you planning on going to the local high-school?" I asked.

"I still am planning too, if they have hot guys like you over there." He said with a smirk in my direction. "I'm gay by the way." He added with a wink.

I blinked at him. He was gay!? RADICA- um, cool. Wait a second; I was in my sweats, sporting a major bed-head! What the hell was hot about that?

Roy sighed when he saw no clear reaction from me. "...You gonna scream, punch me, or what?"

"No, no, but dude, I'm wearing the most UN-hot sweats right now."

Roy looked at me in surprise, followed by a smirk. "You don't seem that homophobic. You bi, gay, or bi-curious?"

"What about straight? Are all straight guys somehow are homophobes?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. "But I'm gay, just in the closet."

Roy chuckled. "And you just told a stranger your sexuality? Your closet sucks at being at staying shut."

"Nope, I just have a hard time fitting because it's filled with awesome clothes."

"Like those sweats?"

"Yes. Don't you see how my frumpy tennis shoes and insane bedhead finish my ensemble?"

Roy laughed. "Yes, now I see the genius of you're outfit." He looked me in the eyes. "You're still hot though."

I blushed slightly. "...Are you some giant flirt, or what?"

"Some giant flirt? I am THE giant flirt...who just flirted with you."

"Wow, I feel so special." I said sarcastically. This guy was apparently one of my anti-types; arrogant-as-fuck.

"You should feel special." He said. "Hey, are you the only gay guy in school?" He asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him. What if he went after the gullible Trent and broke his heart!? "...No."

Roy grinned at me. "Aw, want to protect your boyfriend? Don't worry, I don't touch the taken."

"No, I don't have a boyfriend. But if you hurt a guy named Trent I will personally see to it that you never wake up the next time you go to bed."

"Ha! As if you could!" Roy snickered. He then looked like he realized something and smiled at me. "But did I by any chance hear that you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Yeesss?" I drawled with suspicion.

Before I could even react Roy had his lips crushed onto mine. Because he had kissed me while I was just finishing speaking, my mouth had been slightly open and he took that opportunity to effectively enter his tongue into my mouth.

Damn was he good at kissing! His tongue twirled around mine with evident experience and his lips were moving perfectly against mine.

I almost started kissing back before I realized the weirdness of the situation; the person kissing me was a person who I just damn met! I shoved him away as hard as I could. Our mouths disconnected and he looked at me with frustration.

"Come ooon~ You're tasty!" He whined, trying to move back towards me.

I jumped away from the bench. "Get the hell away from me you molester!"

Roy smiled. "Am I too hot for you?"

"No, you're too much of a molester." I sighed in annoyance.

Roy snorted. "And you're too much of a whiner."

"How am I-"

I was interrupted my Roy's cell phone ringing. "Ugh, I have to take this." He answered it. "Hey mom... Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." He shut his phone. "Later Whiner." He called behind him as he walked away.

Oh... why did life hate me? I sighed and moved back to the bench. "Shit!" I yelled, just realizing a major problem. What if Private Number saw that!? It was one thing to not take my phone with me, but I was also flirted with and kissed! What if he killed Roy!? Or took out his anger on someone else?! I fell onto my back on the bench. What now? I looked at the grey sky to think of how the hell I could deal with all of this shit. I was so tired of everything in my life going so wrong. So, so ...tired.

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I woke up to someone shaking me. "Hhuuuh?" I groaned, raising myself up off of my bed...my bed?

"Hey sweetie, I'm off to a day meeting today. I locked the doors and you have my number." My mom said to me with a smiling face. She then frowned. "Sweetie, did you bite your lip? That looks painful."

"What?" I touched my lip. There was a hole in it! It had scabbed over a bit, but I could feel that it was fairly fresh.

"Aw, that must hurt! The Advil is in the bathroom, I really have to go now honey! Bye-bye!" Mom said quickly as she exited the room in a hurry.

When I heard the front door lock I ran to the bathroom. I had a small headache and a really sore lip. I looked in the mirror to see that there was indeed a hole on my lower lip. It was a bike mark.

How the hell did I get a bite mark there? And more importantly; how the fuck did I get home from the park?

I looked at the unfamiliar bite mark in the mirror. Maybe I just bit myself in my sleep? No, the hole was angled away from me. And what was with this headache? And, again, how did I even get home!?

I was asking these questions to myself, but I knew where I would find the answer; my phone. I swallowed deeply as I moved to my desk to get my phone. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I saw that it wasn't there. Didn't I leave my phone laying face down on the left? I checked under the desk to see if it fell, but it wasn't there either.

Huh, maybe I put it on the charger? I found that rather unlikely, but I went to check. I walked over to where my charger was, in an outlet next to my bed, and saw that it lead into my bedside table's drawer. I opened my drawer to reveal my phone charging, as well as a note.

I felt myself pale as I picked the note up gingerly and read what was on it.

Sup, Slut. I charged your damn phone for you. Check it. NOW.

Love Private Number.

I crumpled up the note shakily and threw it in the garbage. I unplugged my phone and felt my stomach drop when I saw the amount of notifications I had from Private Number. I flinched when a new text came in.

Private Number: "Quit being a retard and read the damn texts."

"Fine." I mumbled, unlocking my phone. I started reading the long list of missed texts that were sent while I was out at the park.

Private Number: "Don't forget to take your phone."

Private Number: "If u know what's good for u, and everyone else, you'll stop talking to Mr. Las Vegas."

Private Number: "Ew, I just saw u blush to that damn creep. Slut."

Private Number: "Oh? So now you decided to let him kiss you? You little whore. I thought I told you: no. freaking. Boyfriends. You think you can bend the rules by being a total slut and letting him kiss you? No dice."

Private Number: "What kind of loser falls asleep in a park? I'm even holding you as I text this. I fucking swear, what's wrong with you?"



I became more and more distressed as I read through the texts. Once I finished, I anxiously mumbled; "I pushed him away didn't I? You're... not going to kill anyone, are you?"

Private Number: "lol. Already did Slut. And I'm the one who brought you home. And if you're wondering about your lip, that was me too. But I would have enjoyed it much more if you were awake for it so you could feel the pain, remorse, and shame that you deserve. That dear person didn't deserve to die. And also, I didn't kill Mr. Las Vegas (I didn't know where he lived)."

"Who did you kill!?" I yelled with a mix of anger and fear.

Private Number: "HA! I don't know~ who could it be? Matt? Perhaps Trudy? Maybe Trent? Celeste? All of them?"

I stared at my phone with wide eyes. He couldn't have! I didn't even consent to that kiss! If my friends were gone, I only had my mom left! Then what if he murdered her too!? I felt my eyes begin to fill up with tears. "You BETTER have not done that! ... If you did, I'll GODAMN KILL YOU." I seethed furiously. "I will literally hunt you down and kill you in the most horrible way possible."

Private Number: "Urgh, sheesh Slut, no need to get violent. But hey~ I did run into Trent."

"What?" I whispered.

Private Number: "lol, look at your face! Trent wasn't such a bad guy you know? Too bad."

"YOU KILLED TRENT?!" I screamed, more tears beginning to spill out of my eyes. "WHY!? I DIDN'T EVEN LIKE MR. LAS VEGAS THAT WAY!"

Private Number: "OH DIDN'T U!? U SEEMED TO LIKE HOW HE WAS SUCKING UR FACE! HE WASN'T EVEN THAT BAD LOOKING, RIGHT!?"

"He's not even my type. He's just an experienced kisser!" I sobbed. "He's too arrogant. I even pushed him away! You killed Trent for no fucking reason! Roy is a big slutty arrogant flirt. Some people are like that! No one deserved to die!" I tried to scream angrily, but ended up letting strangled sobs through.

Private Number: "Really!? He's not ur type? U actually didn't like him?"

I glowered down at my phone and shook it. "NO! I thought he was hot at first! But he just turned out to be amusing! I don't date man-sluts! Who the hell does!?"

Private Number: "U have no idea how happy I am to hear that. And I didn't kill Trent. Or Trudy, Matt, or Celeste. I killed another shitty teacher to let off steam."

My sobs abruptly stopped when I finished reading. Despite the sad new murder, I smiled. "Shit, thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. And sorry... that I didn't take my phone and got kissed."

Private Number: "Well, that's a step up in obedience! Ur becoming more and more like my little bitch. I'm so proud!"

My grateful smile was replaced by one of anger and frustration. "Fuck. What the hell am I thanking you for!?" I slapped my forehead. "What is wrong with me? You're a godamn psycho bastard! You bit me! You also somehow mysteriously brought me home without waking me up...Wait, you used chloroform didn't you!? And you also killed a random person for no reason! I have nothing to thank your stupid ass for!" I yelled.

Private Number: "lol, that's better."

"What's better?" I asked testily.

Private Number: "Acting like a little grateful, apologetic, whiny ass bitch is seriously out of character for u... and is actually REALLY annoying."

"Well, at least you're not a sadist." I sighed.

Private Number: "Oh no, I am a sadist ;)."

"Fuck my life."

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aaaaaaaw, poor Jake, he got called a slut :(. Oh, and also got tricked into thinking Trent died too.

Yay! around 11:30pm, but I still posted 2 chaps in one day! 1 person read the previous one already, which is one more than I expected X3 *happy dances with Trent*

Trent: "I'm not dead! YAY!"

Last note: Mr. Las Vegas has no relation to Wayne Newton, if that even came across anyones mind XD (I looked up "Mr. Las Vegas" on google asfter I wrote the chap.