Chapter Three

School, Kurt, and an Invitation

Freddy Krueger had been admiring himself in a full length mirror for fifteen minutes.

This was the best part of the body swap by far, but even so, it still dragged down his spirits.

Lola had a full day of school on Monday. What would he do? Just stay at home? He hadn't been in school for years. He had dropped out, during his own high school years, took on a full time job, a family...the kids, how cruel they had always been to him. And he just never got it! He couldn't learn like the other kids, he didn't know how to do his work. A mere game of hooky never hurt anybody. But yet, what about all the piggies he could stake out for later killings? He could potentially, make good use out of this swap.

He glanced down at Lola, passed out in a lumpy purple sleeping bag. His body had been too tall for the bed so Lola was forced to sleep on the floor. Sucker.

There, his precious body with its good ol' hairy legs and Adam's apple...

He rifled through her drawers where there was a wide selection of shirts in assorted styles and colours, but he was indecisive-not that he was trying or anything…

He finally decided on a salmon coloured midriff top, then a tube top, admiring the plunging neckline and exposure of Lola's flat stomach. Did girls really wear this shit nowadays?

He pulled a sweater from her drawer over his head and saw his poor red n' green sweater lay rumpled in the corner. Forgotten and alone. He took off her fuzzy violet one and pulled on his own, grinning and gently stroking it like it was his own child, should it unravel or something equally disturbing. This baby had been through a lot, and so had he...was he really back in his own home? The home from his mortal days.

By Monday morning, Freddy was cranky, he had a full bladder, and he desperately needed the reassuring sight of a toilet or urinal. He hadn't had to urinate in years. He hadn't needed too. The way it worked in the dream world, he basically just existed. A living, breathing, killing machine- without the human necessities.

He promptly locked himself in her bathroom and stood before the toilet, and then he remembered. Girls didn't do that, they sit down flat on the toilet, germs, bacteria, and all.

He sat down on the toilet and growled. He longed to shed blood and it was making him rather home sick.

"Ahh…" He whispered, his eyes closed with satisfaction.

Now he had to wipe. This was something he often used to take for granted, how he could just stumble from the bar to the john, whip it out, done in no time. How did women survive, always fumbling around with the toilet paper that tended to burn him?

His breath caught in his throat when he caught a glimpse of red in the corner of his eye. The toilet paper was saturated in dark blood. Drenched. She was drowning in her own liquid. She was bleeding to death. He was hemorrhaging -he knew it. To top it off, he was going to be the one to die. Not Lola.

Panic welled through his body, limbs tensing, his throat closing. Then...he vaguely remembered. One week, for every blooming month, his late wife Loretta urged Freddy to drive her to the local pharmacy to pick up some...he looked around weakly, and spotted the large bag.He swore viciously under his breath. The girl was...what was it called? He'd learned it in a health education class way back when. Menstruating? Menstruating. This was just wonderful! To add on top of all the other stresses he was facing. It was almost a relief he never had to go out and buy this crap for Katherine!

Snarling, he reluctantly plucked the bag of feminine sanitary products from their perch. His eyes darted back and forth suspiciously, as if someone was watching in the corner, pointing a finger and laughing at him.

He tore open the packaging, longing for use of his beautiful blades for easier access. He ripped the wrapper off of the napkin. Now how did this assemble? Agh! It was sticky. It felt like a diaper, and resembled one too. What was the blue line of liquid underneath the cotton? Four napkins later, he had positioned the sticky napkin down in a way that seemed logical, and pulled up his panties.

He had to give these chicks credit. He'd thought growing up, hurriedly changing his sheets every morning after a nocturnal emission, before his array of foster parents through the years discovered it, had been embarrassing. This was gross and too personal to handle. Well, at least he had his sweater back.

"Are you up, Lola?" Lola's mom called from downstairs.

"Yes!" He bellowed on cue.

"You're going to be late!" She yelled again. There was a sharp rap at the bathroom door and he opened it, preparing to yell at her mother. But it was Lola. Or rather, him.

"I said you aren't wearing that sweater!" She hissed.

"I'll do what I damn well WANT." He pushed her back. She towered over him. "I can kill anyone I would like you know, it's a talent of mine."

She sighed and rubbed at her temples. "Fine. You know what? I really don't give a damn anymore, Krueger. Go naked if you want. Just don't make me seem like a complete bitch. And put some makeup on. I never leave the house without my face."

"NO." He snapped and pushed past her. "I don't follow orders!"

"Freddy..."

"Will you leave me the hell alone?" He growled. "Fine. Not that you deserve it after stealing my fucking body!" He let Lola set him down and transform him. She brushed mascara over his lashes that made his eyes water and rapidly blink, to which they fought about. The lipstick was sticky and tasted bad, the eyeliner hurt being applied. It felt like she was gouging his eyeballs out. To Freddy, this was being a drag queen.

"Now get the hell out of my face!" But he smiled to himself, though it may have looked more like a grimace. She was growing on him. He wouldn't mind paying her a violent visit once or twice after things went back to normal. After seeing her naked and all, they must have some sort of strange understanding. She was almost like, the daughter he never convinced...

"Hey! You didn't tell me about…" He blushed awkwardly. He never blushed, but discussing menstruation seemed an awkward enough reason to justify it.

"My period?" She asked flatly.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Sorry. Must have slipped my mind. I'll give you some pointers later."

He rolled his eyes. A female trapped in his body giving him a lesson on anatomy? Now he had really seen it all.

"Now go to school, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Hey beb." Kurt drawled, slinging a toned arm around Lola's waist. He pecked her on the cheek. "You're a fox, but what's with the sweater?"

"Because I am-" He cut himself off.

"You're who?"

"You needn't mind, jackass."

"Lola what's up with you today?" Kurt frowned. Behind the vacant grey eyes and tousled sandy blonde hair, Freddy was darned that Kurt could even form full-length sentences. If this dud dared to kiss him, he wasn't sure who would be sorrier.

As if reading his thoughts, Kurt leaned down and pressed his lips against Freddy's.

Freddy sputtered, pushing away a stunned looking Kurt. "Get away from me- I'm not gay!" Stay in character Freddy, stay in character! He reminded himself.

"Lola!" Kurt whimpered in defeat.

Freddy's eyes softened in the act. "Sorry Kurt...I'm having a bad day, beb."

He was distracted suddenly by a gorgeous girl strolling by wearing a halter top that did little to hide her flat stomach and supple breasts, and a pair of jeans that hugged every curve. He whistled as she sashayed by. She was sex on heels!

"Lola!" Kurt gasped. "Did you just whistle at that chick?" So what if he had?

"No I didn't Kurt. I love..." He cringed. "I love you and only you." He cooed, and edged his mouth closer to Kurt's and closing his eyes tightly, he quickly kissed the boy and fought back the urge to swipe at his mouth, avoid projectile vomiting.

"That's more like the Lola I know! I liked Friday night at your place you know..."

Naughty, Lola.

"Which reminds me...you know the Halloween dance is coming up. You wanna go with me?"

You just want to get laid, pig. You just want to get laid!

As if a school dance wasn't brutal enough, a school dance with Kurt escorting him was like taking a one-way trip to visit Hades. He would be out of this wretched body by October 31st, there wasn't a doubt in his mind of this.

"I don't really like dances." Freddy said, fists clenching at his sides.

"You love dances, Lo." Kurt corrected. "You're the one with the finest ass shakin'. Say you will?"

"Alright, fine." He seethed.

"Lola? Thanks."

"You look like a complete bonehead." Brie hissed in Freddy's ear during the school assembly. Meanwhile, the principal tapped the microphone for attention, but nobody was listening. Not when there were so many hormones raging through the air. "What's with the sweater?"

"I like it." Freddy said calmly. This girl was yummy. Fan-friggin'-tastic. A busty red head. Lola wasn't interested in females, but he could easily change that. "It's very in. I saw it in a fashion magazine."

Brie smirked.

"Which one? Ugly Girls?"

"No." He looked to the stage. So many kids- So many! So many to just...to just look at and yearn to gut.

"Did you sleep with Kurt Friday?" Brie whispered. Freddy shuddered at the thought.

"No!"

"Really? That's a shocker." Brie looked surprised. "Are you a virgin?"

"Hell no!" He snapped. "I had a daughter you know. Does that sound very virginal to you?"

Brie's eyes widened to double their size. "No! You did not…what, did you have an abortion? Give her up for adoption? Tell me Lola, tell me now! Wait, it really was an abortion wasn't it? Please don't say it was with a coat hanger." Stupid gossip monger. Freddy stared at her in horror, while still slightly awestruck about the rack she had been endowed with.

"What?"

"A freaking abortion, Lola. You know what I mean!"

"No, I mean I was kidding. I was never pregnant." He told her. She sighed with relief.

"I was going to say! I knew you weren't a whore Lola. Gosh, you're my best friend." She wound her arm around Freddy and leaned her head against his shoulder in a casual "gosh we're best friends" kind of way.

"LOLA, cute sweater!" Zoë was fairly popular, and she was cute. But the point was, she was desperately infatuated with Lola, who she aspired to be like. This made her come off as more of a puppy dog than girl. Only, Krueger didn't know this.

Freddy glanced down at the sweater where Lola's chest emerged. It was still hard to get use to this curse.

"Gee, thanks." He said dryly.

"Heading to band practice?"

"What?"

"Band. Music class. You know- I play flute and you play the sax-a-ma-phone-"

"Sax-a-ma-phone!" Everyone around them chimed in. He groaned inwardly.

Lola played an instrument too? What was her problem? Everything she did he couldn't do! He could gouge four incisions into a person's skin and watch them drain of their blood. Heck he could even transport their soul into him. But that wasn't going to come in handy here. Sure he wanted to take over someone's body so could he gut a poor kid and use it to his benefit, but not this big busted girl who bled all over her pants.

"Whatever." He growled.

Zoë tugged at his dirty sweater and led him to the music room, engaging him with exciting weekend party stories and the many drunken make out sessions she had participated in. Like oh. My. God.

The music was spacious with a vaulted cathedral ceiling. The walls were lined with glossy posters, "Music is Life!" and "Trill up!" It was packed to the brim with noisy teens and their cluttered music stands. Everyone practiced with their own instruments, shrieking a different song, trilling to a different note, and when combined it sounded terrible. Like a zoo or hell. He preferred hell to this.

"I have to play here?" He asked angrily. Zoë stared at him, baffled.

"Lola, are you alright?"

"I'm perfectly FINE." Temper, temper.

He followed the talkative girl to the instrument cabinets and she heaved out a saxophone case for him. He groaned, heaved it onto his back and went to find a seat- which there happened to only be one available of. Next to Kurt-the-jerk. The nitwit of a boyfriend who constantly tried putting the moves on him. If he knew he was making out with none other than Freddy Krueger, he would probably check himself straight into Westin Hills.

He watched the other saxophone players effortlessly assemble the pieces together and he attempted to mimick the action.

"Alright class, practice is over. Turn to warm-up song number twelve, 'Cardiff by the Sea'." Mrs. Parkinson clapped her hands for attention and the screeching music grinded to a halt. A couple jocks continued squeaking their untuned instruments. Freddy had a migraine. Shit, being human was the pits.

He turned to number twelve, not really believing he was actually there.

What? This was all a blur of little musical thingies, tiny print-black ink smeared across a page, a jumble of nonsense. Notes? People were supposed to be able to read this?

Kurt leaned over, kissed him on the cheek and whispered demurely into his ear, "She'll probably get you to demonstrate, you're the best in the class, boo."

Freddy paled. PLAY in front of this class? No way. No fucking way. He was skipping. He was out of there. Kurt grabbed his hand with his own balmy hand. Freddy growled looking down at it. Could Kurt be any more of a loser? Maybe he would break up with him later. For Lola's sake. The girl lacked taste. There were so many feisty babes walking around and she chose Kurt? But of course she was straight. It struck him that certainly, if they had been peers back in his day, he would have hated her. She would have laughed in his face when he sat in pudding. Pointed at him with a manicured talon, "bastard!"

"Ready then? One and two and three!" Mrs. Parkinson clapped her hands to the rhythm, conducting this mismatched orchestra. She was fairly young, and dressed stylishly. Freddy knew nothing about fashion, but considering she was dressed similarly to her students, he assumed she was stylish.

Everybody blew into their instruments simultaneously on her cue. It sounded melodious and it actually all flowed together. He hesitated before tooting into his instrument. A dying giraffe, it could be best described as. He sounded dreadful. He joined in at random parts of the song, but what he did play stood out among the rest of the band. The saxophone was impossible. With so many keys and so heavy, it was slumped in his arms awkwardly.

He paused, adjusted the mouthpiece, and blew. It worked. He made an ear-splitting noise closely resembling talons on chalkboards.

"Would you like to demonstrate for us, Lola?" Mrs. Parkinson asked, just like Kurt had predicted. No shit.

"Not really." He retorted and some people tittered.

Mrs. Parkinson frowned. "Oh please do Lola, we'd really like to hear you play."

He huffed impatiently. But he always got his way, always, and now this bitch was trying to give him an aneurysm. He blew hard into the mouthpiece.

EEEIIIIIIIIKK

The teacher winced along with the class.

She laughed nervously. "Try again, Lola. Must just be out of tune." She said encouragingly.

Freddy attempted for a second time. If he had been watching someone else, this would have given him a good laugh at their expense, and he could easily have come up with a witty taunt.

"What's up with you today?" She asked in disbelief and realizing how rude she sounded, covered her mouth.

That was it. Face flushed, Freddy leaped up onto his chair.

"YOU BETTER SHUT THAT MOUTH OF YOURS!" He pointed to her. "I don't think you know who I am, because if you did, you would know I'm gonna kill you all while you're sleeping and you're first!" Okay, Zoë was first on the list, but she didn't have to know that. He turned his narrowed eyes on the class. Her mouth and every other student's fell open, aghast. Their eyes were wide with horror, but others were smirking.

"Lola Cep." Her voice was deathly calm. "Death threats are notpermitted in this class or anywhere else for that matter!" She looked ashen. Zoë looked like she was about to cry. "Get off that seat, calm yourself down, and take yourself to the principal. I am officially pissed off." Parkinson was trembling. He had scared her.

He obeyed her order and stood up, surveying the stunned faces with a scowl. Just as he was about to make his grand exit, he turned back to the frightened teacher with a smirk.

"Scared of Henry finding out you're a size ten instead of that five you swore you were?" He slammed the heavy door behind him. Just to prove he knew people, really could get down into their fears.

The principal looked shocked to see him, but it was nothing new to him. Sure maybe Lola Cep didn't get in trouble, but in his school days the principal's office was part of his daily routine. They spoke a lot about "expulsion" that she was going to be put on review with the school board, to see if she was allowed to stay. Maybe even the police would be involved. But Lola was a beautiful, talented, and bright student. Perhaps she was just suffering from nerves or depression due to her big move. At her age, moving across the country to begin a whole new life was an entirely different battlefield!

So chances are, he assured her, this would remain hush-hush, and life at Springwood High School, would go on.