Peter Stone

Peter was editing a video for class when he had got the phone call.

Figuring it was Darcy, he answered his phone without even looking at the caller id. "Hey, angel, whats up?"

"Peter, its me," she spoke in a soft seductive voice. "Meet me at our spot. You remember where it is, right?"

Why yes, how could he forget? The picnic table in the forest where he had once planned a picnic for her. The same picnic table where he had confront her about her eating disorder. The same picnic table where. . .

"Emma," he said softly.

"Peter," she said, returning the soft tone. "Meet me there. I need you," and with that, she hung up.

Peter's heart started racing. He always had a soft spot for Emma, no matter how deliciously amazing Darcy was. Peter still had feelings for her, there was just something about Emma that absolutely intrigued and captivated him. She wasn't slutty like Manny and she wasn't prude like Darcy and she wasn't a cheerleader. Peter felt that Emma was the sexy biology teacher that always seemed to drop the chalk on the days she wore a skirt that every boy dream about.

Peter knew how he felt about Emma, but he would never admit it.

Peter Stone does not fall in love, its not in his nature.

Grabbing his coat and a pack of condoms, Peter raced out the door and jumped into his car. Sure, the forest was right down the street from his house, but his car would get him to Emma that much faster.

Emma was sitting upon the bench when Peter finally showed up.

Emma was wearing a short skirt with knee high socks and a black zip up hoodie, her hood covering her choppy red hair. She smiled as Peter approached her, and not because he was eager to see her. Emma got up to give Peter a hug, oh did he hold her close, she could practically feel the hard on through his jeans. Guess Darcy's not giving it up, thought Emma.

Peter sighed. "I've missed you, Emma."

Emma half smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah, and obviously you missed me too, right? Because you called me, said you needed me."

Emma almost rolled her eyes. How did she know he was going to gloat? Typical-fucking-Peter. Instead, Emma moaned a little in his ear. "Mmm, yeah, and I see you're all ready for me."

That drove Peter crazy with lust. He groaned as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing her hard. Emma wasn't expecting this and she prayed to God that Peter did not feel the 9 inch blade in her knee high sock. She kissed him back though just as ferociously as he kissed her. For some reason, it excited Emma to get Peter's hopes up about a late night romp, she couldn't wait to crush his wetdreams when she stabbed him to death.

Peter laid Emma along the picnic table and took in the long, petite, now redhead girl. She really was the girl of his dreams and he was absolutely loving this new punk rock look of hers. Peter unzipped her jacket to find her wearing nothing but a lacy bra and that drove him even more crazy. God what this girl does to me, fuck, thought Peter as he kissed her neck hungrily.

Emma flipped Peter over so that she was on top of him. As she reached for her blade she thought: Now heres the part in the horror film where the masked murderer comes out and kills the horny teenage couple. Only this time, the murder is the girl on top of the horny boy.

Emma giggled.

Peter smiled that crooked smile that seems to be programmed in every boy. "What's so funny?" he asked in a husky voice.

"This," and she stabbed Peter right in the throat. Blood splattered over her flat abdonem and Peter involuntarily coughed blood on Emma chest. Emma stabbed him again and again, she lost count of how many times stabbed him because she blacked out for a minute.

Emma climbed off Peter's lap and walked towards the tree where she had hidden her bag behind the tree. She withdrew a black cloth to wipe down her blade and then placed her blade within the box that she had purchased it in. Zipping up her jacket and throwing on her hood, she took Peter's keys and drove his car to his house, and from there she walked home.

"Didn't even compliment my new hair," said Emma, as she slid into her bedroom window. "Asshole," she added.

Emma threw her bag under her bed and went to her desk to cross Peter's name off the list. Now that that was done, she needed a long hot shower to finish off the night.