Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds...too bad -.-

"Elise, why don't you go up?" one of her friends asked. It's the blond headed boy, what was his name again? Arnold, Andrew, Antony? Yeah, Antony, that's it. He never did like Antony; he was too loud and too pushy.

"Yeah, how bout you go up? You'd have fun!" the black girl said. He didn't even have to think about her name, it's Kelly. He knows this one's name easily. Elise never went anywhere without her. He doesn't like Kelly either. She takes too much of Elise's time up, time that he should have.

He watched as Elise shook her and looked nervously around. "Guys, I don't think it's a good idea," she tells them. He smiled slightly; he didn't think it was a good idea either. He didn't want anyone to see her, his redheaded beauty, and he most defiantly didn't want anyone to hear her. Only he should be able to hear and see her, no one else.

The dark headed boy leaned over to her and put his arm around her. He had to restrain himself from getting up and going over to punch this one's lights out. Mike was the one he hated the most, and it took all his power to stay put as he saw Mike whisper in her ear. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could see Elise blushing. He didn't like that. Mike shouldn't be allowed to make her blush; he shouldn't be allowed to have his arm around his Elise.

"Oh okay I'll do it," Elise said, giving in to the pressure of her friends. He hated her friends, even the ones that aren't here, he hated every last one of them. They weren't good enough for her, they didn't deserve her.

He sighed as he seen her get up and walk to the stage; he didn't want her up there. He almost considered going up there before he heard someone call out.

"Oh great, now all of our ears are going to bleed! Maybe we should just leave now?" He looked over to the person who said this and his eyes narrowed. Of course it would be Rebecca that would open her big mouth. He gritted his teeth as her and her friends laughed over her stupid outburst. No matter how much he hated Elise's friend, he would always hate her enemies more. At least her friends served some purpose, her enemies only causes her pain and aggravation.

He wanted to get rid of Rebecca so bad. She was an annoying little bitch. He suspected that she was just jealous of his Elise, and he believed that was part of the reason why she had died her hair red. He had always thought the idea of yanking all of her hair out was appealing, but cutting that big tongue of hers out was a nice idea to.

"Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time, I feel alive," he heard Elise begin to sing, which snapped his attention back to her. He loved her voice and she always sang this song so well. "And the world, I'll turn it inside out yeah. I'm floating around in ecstasy, so don't stop me now. Don't stop me 'cause I'm having a good time. Having a good time."

"Common lets go, there is only so much torture I can handle," he heard Rebecca say loudly. His eyes snapped back to her.

"You can go Rebecca, we are going to stay here," her friend told her.

He smiled slightly as he saw Rebecca's eyes go wide. "What, why would you want to stay here and listen to that!" she practically yelled as she gestured to Elise.

"Rebecca we came here to have fun, and that's what we are going to do, so we are staying here. I'll see you later."

"Fine!" Rebecca said as she got quickly up from the table. His eyes narrowed once again as they followed her out of the room. Man that bitch was annoying; he would give anything if he could shut her mouth permanently. Then again maybe he could, he did it to those other assholes, so why couldn't he do it to Rebecca?

He looked over her as she started to leave the room. She was small; he wouldn't have any problem with her. She would scream though, oh he knew she would scream. He grinned slightly and then stood up. Yes, she would scream, but no one would be around to hear her when she did.

Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening: Maya Angelou