A/N: Soo…a fair few of you think it's Randy Orton. Interesting…
I promise you, I've already decided who it is, and I will not change my mind.
I wasn't looking forward to going to school the next day. I was pretty sure that Maria wouldn't be there. She was still heartbroken over John. I supposed that I should act that way, as well, seeing as I was his best friend. But seriously, how heartbroken can I be about him if I'm the one that killed him. Do I have any remorse about this?
No, I really don't. I can't let anybody know that, though.
Some classes were easier than others. Senior year had just started, so everyone was crazy about homecoming, and the teachers were determined to put our minds back on school. I was also on the football team, and so was John. The coach was crazy about John, and he was taking John's death pretty hard. Practices were cut short, and there was no way that we were going to beat our cross city rivals.
We have a selfish bastard of a coach, now don't we?
I walked into English Literature that afternoon, and I was shocked to see Maria sitting there in her usual seat, which was right in front of me. She looked radiant as ever, but not as tempting today. I don't think she showered. I usually spend my time inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, but it didn't smell like her strawberry shampoo. Or maybe she just didn't wear her Chanel perfume today, either.
I still wanted to ravage her.
After the bell rung, she stood up at the same time I did. When she turned around, she bumped into my chest. She looked up into my eyes, terrified. She couldn't suspect me, could she? Of course not. Who would kill their best friend?
Well, aside from me, of course.
I gave her a sympathetic half smile. I tried to look sorry, but inside, I was full of glee. The smile was a taste of victory for me. With my greatest enemy down, I was one step closer to Maria.
"Hey, Maria," I sighed, the sound of her name lingering on my tongue.
It wouldn't be long, now…
"Hi," she whispered, now avoiding my gaze. That made her all the more tempting. You see, I'm a big fan of wanting what I can't have, in case you haven't noticed. She wouldn't look at me? Fine. It just made my thirst for her all the more powerful.
"Er…How are you?" Isn't that an ironic question to ask? I know exactly how she is. I've snuck into her room while she was at cheerleading practice and I read her diary. I know exactly how she is.
I told coach that I was sick that afternoon.
"I'm…here," she muttered. She took in a deep breath and scurried past me, leaving a wake of her scent behind.
I swear, she's turning me into a dog. I'd know that smell anywhere, and I'd follow it at any cost.
I don't enjoy killing, but I don't have a choice. It's not my fault that these people make themselves targets for me. I know they don't do it willingly, but they should know better than to mess with my girl.
I saw Maria talking to Chris Jericho in the hallway. She seemed slightly at ease when she was with him. Well, I'm glad that somebody can calm her down.
But I'll be damned if that person doesn't turn into me.
"Do you want to come hang out with me and Dave tonight? We're going to try and get our minds off of…you know," he said.
So, he was going to hang out with Dave, was he?
I just might be able to kill two birds with one stone, there.