Kayleigh sat in the waiting room fidgeting madly. She didn't blink once as
her widened eyes darted around the room taking in all its features.
She jiggled her leg nervously against the leg of the wooden chair. She
stared at the wooden door with the sign that read 'counselor' on it,
awaiting it to open.
Then she heard the other door, the entrance to the waiting room opened and she looked towards it immediately. Her blank expression didn't change as she saw Shannon walk in with a pink ski cap pulled down over her forehead. When Shannon saw Kayleigh she glared, pointed and shrieked, "YOU!"
Kayleigh remained silent as she tilted her head to the side innocently. Shannon rolled her eyes and sat down in the farthest chair away from Kayleigh which was closest to the counselor door. No one said anything and the room was silent.
After about ten minutes of this the counselor door flew open and a boy stomped out while snapping, "I don't have a fucking gambling problem!" The boy had dark hair that fell flat on top of his head. His teal eyes shifted around the room. In his left ear was a large diamond earring that would usually make Kayleigh snicker. The boy turned around and faced the door he exited.
A middle aged woman appeared in the doorway with a plastic neon pink flyswatter in hand. Her emerald eyes rolled slightly as a smile appeared on her narrow face. She wore hot pink lipstick that contrasted greatly against her emerald dress suit. Her graying red hair was pulled tightly back in a bun. (A/N: Holy shit! I think I just described this one character with more description then anything else in this story. Why, you ask? Because I'm in perfectionist mode!) The woman's icy voice said to the boy, "We shall discuss your denial in our next session, Mr. Fishman."
The woman scanned the room, turned towards Shannon and said, "You're next."
The boy, Fishman shrieked to no one in particular, "I bet you ten bucks she tells you that you have a gambling problem!"
Shannon just stood up and walked into the woman's office behind her. The woman closed the door and the waiting room fell silent again. Fishman looked at Kayleigh one last time then started walking out while rambling about how he was not a poker addict.
# - # - #
Stu and Jenna walked towards Randy's room. Stu poked Jenna's sides slightly and commented, "That was very awkward."
"I agree!" Jenna nodded and slapped his hands away. After a moment of silence Jenna randomly asked, "Have you ever had any pets?"
"Yes. Have you?" Stu asked, trying to get the discussion away from himself. Jenna nodded happily and answered, "I used to have cat named Emma. Sara used to torture her."
"I accidentally killed my dog Cujo," Stu said blankly. Jenna stopped walking and inquired, "What? How?"
"Oh! I hit him with the car on accident," Stu shrugged. Jenna hesitantly started walking again and muttered, "Okay..."
"He was mean anyway," Stu tried to justify his accidental murder.
"You fucking psycho...." Jenna shook her head and started to walk ahead of Stu. He speeded up as well and insisted, "You know you like it."
# - # - #
"Well, Miss -?" The woman sat in her chair still gripping the flyswatter as she stared at Shannon in a way that questioned her name. Shannon sat on the leather couch and stuttered, "Oh, I'm Shannon. Shannon Richie."
"Well, Miss Richie, I am Doctor Almonds," The woman introduced then questioned, "What can I do for you today?"
"Well..." Shannon slowly moved her hands up to her hat and pulled it off to reveal a shaved head. Shannon explained, "I have a bit of a problem."
"I am not a hairdresser," Doctor Almonds pointed out as she looked around her office in paranoia.
# - # - #
Sara and Chip sat next to each other on her bed in silence, not knowing what to say. Then Sara said, "Stu is a bastard."
"He seems okay," Chip shrugged as they both stared at a wall. Sara rolled her eyes and insisted, "Trust me, he is."
"So," Chip wanted to stop talking about Stu, "What's with you and Randy?"
"Oh! He's my slave," Sara answered. She thought then continued, "We have a funny relationship."
"How is it funny?" He asked.
"Hmmmm...." Sara thought again which never was a good thing then answered, "I like to piss him off and he becomes a bastard sometimes. I love it when he gets all mad and junk."
"You're strange," Chip commented. She nodded and muttered, "You know you like it!" (A/N: Gasp! Deja vu!)
# - # - #
The door to Doctor Almonds' office flew open again and Shannon walked out with a depressed look on her face. Kayleigh stared at the now depressed girl and thought to herself, "The rumors were true! All therapists either are child molesters or ramble on about their meaningless lives."
Doctor Almonds watched as Shannon walked out of the waiting room silently. Then she looked to Kayleigh, the only person left in the room and said, "You're next, miss!"
Kayleigh silently stood up and followed the woman into her office. Dr. Almonds closed the door, pointed to a couch located against the wall and insisted, "Please, sit down."
Kayleigh did as she was told after taking a good look of the office. Many framed pictures of old movie actors and actresses with their autographs littered the walls. Dying plants were placed in each of the four corners of the room. The desk which Dr. Almonds sat behind was cluttered with loose paperwork and family photographs, plus a tangled up slinky. The couch Kayleigh sat on was made of black leather, which made her wonder what the school's priorities actually were: fancy couches or the students. Her money was on the couches....
Almonds smiled kindly then asked, "May I ask what your name is?"
Kayleigh just stared at the woman blankly and said nothing.
"I'll need to know your name before I can help you, dear!" Dr. Almonds tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Kayleigh to speak.
Kayleigh continued to stare silently.
"You can call me Joyce if you wish," Dr. Almonds offered, trying to get Kayleigh to speak.
Kayleigh still just stared.
Joyce started questioning the intelligence of the girl in her office and impatiently asked, "What is four plus five?"
Kayleigh quickly raised nine fingers then slowly returned to her staring.
"Are you mute or something?" Joyce asked in irritation.
Kayleigh decided this would be amusing so quickly nodded "yes".
Joyce's eyes widened as she questioned in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
Kayleigh nodded again.
"Well then...." Dr. Almonds reached underneath her desk and grabbed a white dry erase board with the marker for it. She stood and handed the objects to Kayleigh and said, "Write on that..."
Kayleigh quickly scribbled down something then held it up for the doctor. It said "Greetings and salutations! My name is Jenna Chipman!"
"What can I help you with, Jenna?" Joyce asked.
Kayleigh started writing up till the point where she was drawing stick figures. She sighed, tossed the board aside and said, "Screw it! I'm not mute, silly. God, its too early to write...."
"You lied about being mute?" Joyce asked in confusion.
"Yeah..." Kayleigh shrugged innocently, "Don't blame me... I've been traumatized!"
Joyce just stared at her in shock for five minutes straight. Then she rolled her eyes and ordered, "Tell me what's wrong!"
# - # - #
Stu and Jenna sat beside each other on Brock's bed. Randy was the cause of the tension that filled the room as he sat across from them, glaring. Stu stared blankly back as Jenna eyed her black fingernails in false interest, trying to ignore the angry stares flying in her direction. No one had said anything for the longest time until she asked in a nervous yet calm voice, "Are you two going to kill me?" She glanced at Stu then Randy and added, "Because that would suck!"
Stu laughed and said "Of course not" as Randy stiffly said "Probably..." They looked at one another in shock and questioned in unison, "What did you say?"
"Rules are rules!" Randy replied simply.
Stu sarcastically said, "Then Sara has to die! Blondes always have to die!"
Randy looked offended as he pointed at Stu and said, "Don't add on to my rules, bitch!"
Jenna looked at the seriousness the two shared and started laughing madly. Both boys looked at her as though she was crazy (which she is) until she stopped laughing. She became serious again as she asked, "Are you going to kill me or not?"
"You saw Brock's body," Randy pointed out.
Jenna pouted slightly as she looked at her shoes. Then she looked up again with her face lit up as she insisted, "I can keep a secret!"
"Yeah she can," Stu agreed as he started petting her head slightly.
Jenna grinned and said in a falsely innocent tone, "Besides, Sara wouldn't really want to date my killer."
"Well," Randy considered this dilemma then said, "Stu can kill you!"
"I'd much prefer her alive! I'm not Ted Bundy!" Stu continued to pet her head.
She started petting his leg while saying, "That's a good boy."
The two locked eyes and Randy noticed the lustful longing that passed between the two. Quickly he stood up and yelled, "NOO!"
"'NOO' what?" Stu looked away from Jenna finally. Randy frantically replied, "There will be no sex in my room! We are having a serious conversation here!"
"Weren't we debating my murder or something?" Jenna questioned.
"Yeah!" Stu nodded then stared at Randy and announced, "We aren't killing my Jenna!"
"Damn you! Fine!" Randy snapped his fingers then sat back down. He relaxed then asked casually, "What's with this new Chip guy?"
"Oh... He's Sara's new play thing..." Jenna teased. She shrugged and answered, "I don't know much. For all we know he could be some psycho killer..." The three exchanged looks and she added, "You two probably covered that..."
"So..." Stu began, "What do you think about me being the killer?"
"At least you aren't a giant chicken man..." She commented. Realizing he finally admitted to being the killer she squealed, "Clark Kent! You finally have shown me your secret identity!"
"I guess I have," Stu rubbed the back of his neck as he looked Jenna over in a hungry manner.
Jenna smiled widely then quickly reached up and kissed Stu. Randy watched and rolled his eyes. Stu smiled through the kiss as his hands automatically moved down her stomach to the bottom of her shirt. He, forgetting about Randy, started lifting Jenna's shirt off of her. Randy covered his eyes and yelped, "Hey, man!"
"Oh?" Stu muttered distractedly through his kisses. His eyes widened and he quickly returned Jenna's shirt to the way it was. He looked at Randy after pulling away from his and Jenna's kiss, pointed at him and asked accusingly, "Why were you watching us? Are you one of those perverts?"
"What? No!" Randy stuttered awkwardly, "You are the one who is trying to get freshy freshy in a dead guys bed! Perv boy!"
"Fine!" Jenna's eyes shifted around madly, "We'll get freshy freshy in your bed!"
Randy just moved to his dresser, opened the top drawer, grabbed something then turned back towards them. "Stop ignoring me!" Randy whined as he waved the freshly retrieved knife at them.
Jenna eyed the knife and said fearlessly, "Put that shit away before I kick your ass!"
Randy stared at Jenna blankly then eventually dropped the knife while saying, "You all suck!"
"You need to get laid!" Was all Stu said in response. Then he and Jenna exchanged the same lustful looks.
Randy just shook his head and started walking towards his door. He opened the door, looked at them angrily and ordered, "Stay away from my bed!"
He left, closing the door behind him. Jenna and Stu looked after him, looked at each other and said in unison, "He needs sex!"
"So do I!" Stu said after a moment, then started pulling at her shirt again. She kissed him passionately then said, "Horny bats unite!"
He grinned and began the dirty deed with a longing, eager kiss.
# - # - #
Joyce Almonds stared at Kayleigh with an obligated look of care as she awaited Kayleigh's explanation of why she was so troubled. In her emerald eyes it was obvious she was a little upset with the girl in front of her for the lie of being mute. Jiggling her leg impatiently she questioned, "Well? What's troubling you?"
"Sex! Sex is evil! Sex is bothersome! Sex is the problem!" Kayleigh answered shakily as Joyce stared at her dubiously.
"We are all doomed!" Kayleigh shrieked madly.
Joyce blinked blankly for a few minutes and asked, "Care to elaborate?"
"Jenna and Stu had sex! They are gonna die and that'll be sad!" Kayleigh replied in a sad tone. She raised her eyebrows at the doctor and added, "I saw the whores!"
"Who are Jenna and Stu?" The shrink asked curiously.
"Well... Jenna is my roommate and homie and Stu is her bitch. His dead roommate used to date my other roommate, Sara," Kayleigh explained.
"Oh? This Stu fellow's roommate was one of the murdered kids?" Joyce asked, curiosity more apparent in her voice.
"Yes," Kayleigh answered carelessly. Then she pointed out, "We are supposed to be talking about me!"
"Oh yeah....." Joyce rolled her eyes boredly and asked, "What's wrong again?"
"I've been traumatized!" Kayleigh exclaimed. Then she grumbled, "You suck..."
"You know... I know exactly what you are going through," Almonds said which made Kayleigh's face light up. Then she continued dramatically, "When I was ten I walked in on my parents going at it. I never looked at them the same."
"Right. What does that have to do with anything?" Kayleigh questioned boredly, wishing she was somewhere else.
"You know..." Joyce began. She thought then accused, "I think you are so bothered by seeing your friends together sexually because you like Stu."
Kayleigh said nothing for five minutes straight; she just stared at the woman in shock. Then finally she protested, "You are so wrong! I don't like Stu like that, man!"
"Ah... Denial is natural. Of course you like someone that you can't have." Joyce insisted.
"I don't like Stu, man! That is just wrong! He is Jenna's territory," Kayleigh pointed out defensively.
Joyce looked at Kayleigh with narrowed eyes, as though she was trying to see write into Kayleigh's mind. Then she asked, "You mean you don't even find this guy attractive in any way or form?"
"Well..." Kayleigh considered this then finally answered, "He is kinda cute but-"
Joyce cut in, "Ah ha! I knew it! You love your friend's boyfriend!"
"NO I DON'T!" Kayleigh yelled in frustration.
Joyce looked at Kayleigh in disgust then said, "Its not nice to steal other peoples boyfriend. I know it happened to me often when I was in high school..."
"GOD! I don't care!" Kayleigh yelled as she stood up and started stomping towards the exit. She sent one last look towards the crazy woman and spat, "Bitch!"
She opened the door and started stomping away, deciding that she'd rather be mute then ever talk to that damn woman again.
# - # - #
"You like Jenna, don't you?" Sara questioned as she continued to stare at the wall blankly.
Chip looked away from the boring wall to the blonde who sat beside him. He asked back, "Why do you ask?"
"Because you always are staring at her. You could even be considered as her stalker," Sara answered, envy apparent in her voice.
He noticed her tone and asked, "Are you jealous or something?"
"Sort of..." She thought then answered truthfully, "Everyone always likes Jenna! Even in high school she was always the peoples first choice to rape.... It's not fair, man!"
"Rape?" He repeated in bewilderment. Sara grinned and said, "Yeah. That's actually a funny story. I'll have to tell you about it sometime..."
"You have Randy," Chip reminded her, forgetting about the whole rape thing. She wrinkled up her face in displeasure and said, "I don't know. Randy is simply Randy. There isn't anything godly about him."
"Are you bipolar by any chance?" Chip wondered. She thought, shrugged and answered, "Probably...." She looked at him then asked suddenly, "You want to make out?"
"What? Why?" He questioned in bewilderment.
Sara shrugged again, sighed sorrowfully then muttered, "Randy isn't Scotty......"
"Who is Scotty?" He wondered.
Sara looked at him in a startled way and lied, "He's no one! Shut up!" She stood from the bed and glared at him slightly
"What? I thought we were going to make out," Chip raised an eyebrow at her.
She smiled wickedly then said, "Okay, lets make out!"
"What? We're gonna make out? When? Why?" Chip looked Sara up and down in complete confusion.
"Well...." Sara sat back down beside him. She looked down at the floor as she prophesized, "We probably will end up kissing eventually. By then when it happens everything will just turn all insane...."
"So we might as well get it over with now?" He finished. She nodded and answered simply, "Yup!"
Chip considered this then agreed, "Okay. We should kiss and get it over with."
Sara glanced at him nervously as he stared at her expectantly. Slowly, in an unsure manner, Sara moved her hands to both sides of his face and started moving her face closer to his. He wrapped an arm around her waste as he bent his face to hers. They both paused when their lips were near one another's. Sara quickly leaned in and kissed him. He had no chance to kiss her back as she pulled away, shrugged and asked, "Did you feel any magic?"
"Honestly? I didn't have the chance to feel anything," He pointed out. She patted him on the head, touching his long hair with joy as she said, "We'll just be friends."
"That's fine with me!"
# - # - #
Jenna and Stu lay side by side on Brock's bed, a relaxed look on both their faces. The sheets were wrapped around their bare bodies. Stu sighed and wondered, "Do you think we'll die?"
"No..." Jenna answered with little thought. Stu stared at her and asked curiously, "What makes you say that?"
"I doubt Randy will kill us," Jenna stared back at him. He stroked her cheek slightly then wondered in a morbid tone, "What if death comes after us and we die like the people did in Final Destination?"
"Like getting decapitated at rail road tracks?" Jenna asked, grinning at the thought of the movie.
Stu nodded then asked, "How do you think you'll die?"
"I'll probably die from an overdose after I take pills thinking they are vitamins and candy...." She answered in a sad, serious tone. Then she added, "Or I'll get hit by a bus."
Stu looked around the room sorrowfully and said, "I bet anything a television set falls on me and crushes my bones for its bread." Jenna stared at him blankly then started laughing at the thought. She paused her laughter and asked, "What kind of death is that?"
"Its mine!" Stu shrieked defensively. Jenna started petting his head as she said, "Be kind and rewind!"
"Rewind what?" He asked in confusion. A look spread across her face which made it apparent that she didn't know what she meant when she answered, "Your actions."
He considered what she meant when a menacing look spread across his face. He started to kiss her as his hands traveled down her sheet covered body. Through parted lips she moaned longingly then ducked under the sheet and pulled him down under with her.
# - # - #
Once she heard a knock on the door, Sara quickly got up from the bed and opened it. She smiled when she saw Randy standing outside her door and greeted happily, "Hello Randall!"
"Hey...." Randy looked into the room and saw Chip sitting on Sara's bed. An immediate look of dislike covered Randy's face as he asked Sara, "You want to go for a walk?"
Sara looked at him suspiciously and answered uncertainly, "Sure." Randy started backing further back into the hall as he waited for her to join him. Sara looked at Chip and threatened, "If you go through my junk I'll kick your ass.... Have fun, Chip!" She waved and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. She started following Randy down the hall when she wondered, "Why do you want to walk?"
"Because I like fresh air and exercise!" Randy answered. She instantly accused, "Liar."
# - # - #
Author's Note:
Everyone, I have decided what the "theme song" for the sequel shall be! It shall be "Hey Driver" by Lucky Boys Confusion! Right on? It's a cool song!
Then she heard the other door, the entrance to the waiting room opened and she looked towards it immediately. Her blank expression didn't change as she saw Shannon walk in with a pink ski cap pulled down over her forehead. When Shannon saw Kayleigh she glared, pointed and shrieked, "YOU!"
Kayleigh remained silent as she tilted her head to the side innocently. Shannon rolled her eyes and sat down in the farthest chair away from Kayleigh which was closest to the counselor door. No one said anything and the room was silent.
After about ten minutes of this the counselor door flew open and a boy stomped out while snapping, "I don't have a fucking gambling problem!" The boy had dark hair that fell flat on top of his head. His teal eyes shifted around the room. In his left ear was a large diamond earring that would usually make Kayleigh snicker. The boy turned around and faced the door he exited.
A middle aged woman appeared in the doorway with a plastic neon pink flyswatter in hand. Her emerald eyes rolled slightly as a smile appeared on her narrow face. She wore hot pink lipstick that contrasted greatly against her emerald dress suit. Her graying red hair was pulled tightly back in a bun. (A/N: Holy shit! I think I just described this one character with more description then anything else in this story. Why, you ask? Because I'm in perfectionist mode!) The woman's icy voice said to the boy, "We shall discuss your denial in our next session, Mr. Fishman."
The woman scanned the room, turned towards Shannon and said, "You're next."
The boy, Fishman shrieked to no one in particular, "I bet you ten bucks she tells you that you have a gambling problem!"
Shannon just stood up and walked into the woman's office behind her. The woman closed the door and the waiting room fell silent again. Fishman looked at Kayleigh one last time then started walking out while rambling about how he was not a poker addict.
# - # - #
Stu and Jenna walked towards Randy's room. Stu poked Jenna's sides slightly and commented, "That was very awkward."
"I agree!" Jenna nodded and slapped his hands away. After a moment of silence Jenna randomly asked, "Have you ever had any pets?"
"Yes. Have you?" Stu asked, trying to get the discussion away from himself. Jenna nodded happily and answered, "I used to have cat named Emma. Sara used to torture her."
"I accidentally killed my dog Cujo," Stu said blankly. Jenna stopped walking and inquired, "What? How?"
"Oh! I hit him with the car on accident," Stu shrugged. Jenna hesitantly started walking again and muttered, "Okay..."
"He was mean anyway," Stu tried to justify his accidental murder.
"You fucking psycho...." Jenna shook her head and started to walk ahead of Stu. He speeded up as well and insisted, "You know you like it."
# - # - #
"Well, Miss -?" The woman sat in her chair still gripping the flyswatter as she stared at Shannon in a way that questioned her name. Shannon sat on the leather couch and stuttered, "Oh, I'm Shannon. Shannon Richie."
"Well, Miss Richie, I am Doctor Almonds," The woman introduced then questioned, "What can I do for you today?"
"Well..." Shannon slowly moved her hands up to her hat and pulled it off to reveal a shaved head. Shannon explained, "I have a bit of a problem."
"I am not a hairdresser," Doctor Almonds pointed out as she looked around her office in paranoia.
# - # - #
Sara and Chip sat next to each other on her bed in silence, not knowing what to say. Then Sara said, "Stu is a bastard."
"He seems okay," Chip shrugged as they both stared at a wall. Sara rolled her eyes and insisted, "Trust me, he is."
"So," Chip wanted to stop talking about Stu, "What's with you and Randy?"
"Oh! He's my slave," Sara answered. She thought then continued, "We have a funny relationship."
"How is it funny?" He asked.
"Hmmmm...." Sara thought again which never was a good thing then answered, "I like to piss him off and he becomes a bastard sometimes. I love it when he gets all mad and junk."
"You're strange," Chip commented. She nodded and muttered, "You know you like it!" (A/N: Gasp! Deja vu!)
# - # - #
The door to Doctor Almonds' office flew open again and Shannon walked out with a depressed look on her face. Kayleigh stared at the now depressed girl and thought to herself, "The rumors were true! All therapists either are child molesters or ramble on about their meaningless lives."
Doctor Almonds watched as Shannon walked out of the waiting room silently. Then she looked to Kayleigh, the only person left in the room and said, "You're next, miss!"
Kayleigh silently stood up and followed the woman into her office. Dr. Almonds closed the door, pointed to a couch located against the wall and insisted, "Please, sit down."
Kayleigh did as she was told after taking a good look of the office. Many framed pictures of old movie actors and actresses with their autographs littered the walls. Dying plants were placed in each of the four corners of the room. The desk which Dr. Almonds sat behind was cluttered with loose paperwork and family photographs, plus a tangled up slinky. The couch Kayleigh sat on was made of black leather, which made her wonder what the school's priorities actually were: fancy couches or the students. Her money was on the couches....
Almonds smiled kindly then asked, "May I ask what your name is?"
Kayleigh just stared at the woman blankly and said nothing.
"I'll need to know your name before I can help you, dear!" Dr. Almonds tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Kayleigh to speak.
Kayleigh continued to stare silently.
"You can call me Joyce if you wish," Dr. Almonds offered, trying to get Kayleigh to speak.
Kayleigh still just stared.
Joyce started questioning the intelligence of the girl in her office and impatiently asked, "What is four plus five?"
Kayleigh quickly raised nine fingers then slowly returned to her staring.
"Are you mute or something?" Joyce asked in irritation.
Kayleigh decided this would be amusing so quickly nodded "yes".
Joyce's eyes widened as she questioned in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
Kayleigh nodded again.
"Well then...." Dr. Almonds reached underneath her desk and grabbed a white dry erase board with the marker for it. She stood and handed the objects to Kayleigh and said, "Write on that..."
Kayleigh quickly scribbled down something then held it up for the doctor. It said "Greetings and salutations! My name is Jenna Chipman!"
"What can I help you with, Jenna?" Joyce asked.
Kayleigh started writing up till the point where she was drawing stick figures. She sighed, tossed the board aside and said, "Screw it! I'm not mute, silly. God, its too early to write...."
"You lied about being mute?" Joyce asked in confusion.
"Yeah..." Kayleigh shrugged innocently, "Don't blame me... I've been traumatized!"
Joyce just stared at her in shock for five minutes straight. Then she rolled her eyes and ordered, "Tell me what's wrong!"
# - # - #
Stu and Jenna sat beside each other on Brock's bed. Randy was the cause of the tension that filled the room as he sat across from them, glaring. Stu stared blankly back as Jenna eyed her black fingernails in false interest, trying to ignore the angry stares flying in her direction. No one had said anything for the longest time until she asked in a nervous yet calm voice, "Are you two going to kill me?" She glanced at Stu then Randy and added, "Because that would suck!"
Stu laughed and said "Of course not" as Randy stiffly said "Probably..." They looked at one another in shock and questioned in unison, "What did you say?"
"Rules are rules!" Randy replied simply.
Stu sarcastically said, "Then Sara has to die! Blondes always have to die!"
Randy looked offended as he pointed at Stu and said, "Don't add on to my rules, bitch!"
Jenna looked at the seriousness the two shared and started laughing madly. Both boys looked at her as though she was crazy (which she is) until she stopped laughing. She became serious again as she asked, "Are you going to kill me or not?"
"You saw Brock's body," Randy pointed out.
Jenna pouted slightly as she looked at her shoes. Then she looked up again with her face lit up as she insisted, "I can keep a secret!"
"Yeah she can," Stu agreed as he started petting her head slightly.
Jenna grinned and said in a falsely innocent tone, "Besides, Sara wouldn't really want to date my killer."
"Well," Randy considered this dilemma then said, "Stu can kill you!"
"I'd much prefer her alive! I'm not Ted Bundy!" Stu continued to pet her head.
She started petting his leg while saying, "That's a good boy."
The two locked eyes and Randy noticed the lustful longing that passed between the two. Quickly he stood up and yelled, "NOO!"
"'NOO' what?" Stu looked away from Jenna finally. Randy frantically replied, "There will be no sex in my room! We are having a serious conversation here!"
"Weren't we debating my murder or something?" Jenna questioned.
"Yeah!" Stu nodded then stared at Randy and announced, "We aren't killing my Jenna!"
"Damn you! Fine!" Randy snapped his fingers then sat back down. He relaxed then asked casually, "What's with this new Chip guy?"
"Oh... He's Sara's new play thing..." Jenna teased. She shrugged and answered, "I don't know much. For all we know he could be some psycho killer..." The three exchanged looks and she added, "You two probably covered that..."
"So..." Stu began, "What do you think about me being the killer?"
"At least you aren't a giant chicken man..." She commented. Realizing he finally admitted to being the killer she squealed, "Clark Kent! You finally have shown me your secret identity!"
"I guess I have," Stu rubbed the back of his neck as he looked Jenna over in a hungry manner.
Jenna smiled widely then quickly reached up and kissed Stu. Randy watched and rolled his eyes. Stu smiled through the kiss as his hands automatically moved down her stomach to the bottom of her shirt. He, forgetting about Randy, started lifting Jenna's shirt off of her. Randy covered his eyes and yelped, "Hey, man!"
"Oh?" Stu muttered distractedly through his kisses. His eyes widened and he quickly returned Jenna's shirt to the way it was. He looked at Randy after pulling away from his and Jenna's kiss, pointed at him and asked accusingly, "Why were you watching us? Are you one of those perverts?"
"What? No!" Randy stuttered awkwardly, "You are the one who is trying to get freshy freshy in a dead guys bed! Perv boy!"
"Fine!" Jenna's eyes shifted around madly, "We'll get freshy freshy in your bed!"
Randy just moved to his dresser, opened the top drawer, grabbed something then turned back towards them. "Stop ignoring me!" Randy whined as he waved the freshly retrieved knife at them.
Jenna eyed the knife and said fearlessly, "Put that shit away before I kick your ass!"
Randy stared at Jenna blankly then eventually dropped the knife while saying, "You all suck!"
"You need to get laid!" Was all Stu said in response. Then he and Jenna exchanged the same lustful looks.
Randy just shook his head and started walking towards his door. He opened the door, looked at them angrily and ordered, "Stay away from my bed!"
He left, closing the door behind him. Jenna and Stu looked after him, looked at each other and said in unison, "He needs sex!"
"So do I!" Stu said after a moment, then started pulling at her shirt again. She kissed him passionately then said, "Horny bats unite!"
He grinned and began the dirty deed with a longing, eager kiss.
# - # - #
Joyce Almonds stared at Kayleigh with an obligated look of care as she awaited Kayleigh's explanation of why she was so troubled. In her emerald eyes it was obvious she was a little upset with the girl in front of her for the lie of being mute. Jiggling her leg impatiently she questioned, "Well? What's troubling you?"
"Sex! Sex is evil! Sex is bothersome! Sex is the problem!" Kayleigh answered shakily as Joyce stared at her dubiously.
"We are all doomed!" Kayleigh shrieked madly.
Joyce blinked blankly for a few minutes and asked, "Care to elaborate?"
"Jenna and Stu had sex! They are gonna die and that'll be sad!" Kayleigh replied in a sad tone. She raised her eyebrows at the doctor and added, "I saw the whores!"
"Who are Jenna and Stu?" The shrink asked curiously.
"Well... Jenna is my roommate and homie and Stu is her bitch. His dead roommate used to date my other roommate, Sara," Kayleigh explained.
"Oh? This Stu fellow's roommate was one of the murdered kids?" Joyce asked, curiosity more apparent in her voice.
"Yes," Kayleigh answered carelessly. Then she pointed out, "We are supposed to be talking about me!"
"Oh yeah....." Joyce rolled her eyes boredly and asked, "What's wrong again?"
"I've been traumatized!" Kayleigh exclaimed. Then she grumbled, "You suck..."
"You know... I know exactly what you are going through," Almonds said which made Kayleigh's face light up. Then she continued dramatically, "When I was ten I walked in on my parents going at it. I never looked at them the same."
"Right. What does that have to do with anything?" Kayleigh questioned boredly, wishing she was somewhere else.
"You know..." Joyce began. She thought then accused, "I think you are so bothered by seeing your friends together sexually because you like Stu."
Kayleigh said nothing for five minutes straight; she just stared at the woman in shock. Then finally she protested, "You are so wrong! I don't like Stu like that, man!"
"Ah... Denial is natural. Of course you like someone that you can't have." Joyce insisted.
"I don't like Stu, man! That is just wrong! He is Jenna's territory," Kayleigh pointed out defensively.
Joyce looked at Kayleigh with narrowed eyes, as though she was trying to see write into Kayleigh's mind. Then she asked, "You mean you don't even find this guy attractive in any way or form?"
"Well..." Kayleigh considered this then finally answered, "He is kinda cute but-"
Joyce cut in, "Ah ha! I knew it! You love your friend's boyfriend!"
"NO I DON'T!" Kayleigh yelled in frustration.
Joyce looked at Kayleigh in disgust then said, "Its not nice to steal other peoples boyfriend. I know it happened to me often when I was in high school..."
"GOD! I don't care!" Kayleigh yelled as she stood up and started stomping towards the exit. She sent one last look towards the crazy woman and spat, "Bitch!"
She opened the door and started stomping away, deciding that she'd rather be mute then ever talk to that damn woman again.
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"You like Jenna, don't you?" Sara questioned as she continued to stare at the wall blankly.
Chip looked away from the boring wall to the blonde who sat beside him. He asked back, "Why do you ask?"
"Because you always are staring at her. You could even be considered as her stalker," Sara answered, envy apparent in her voice.
He noticed her tone and asked, "Are you jealous or something?"
"Sort of..." She thought then answered truthfully, "Everyone always likes Jenna! Even in high school she was always the peoples first choice to rape.... It's not fair, man!"
"Rape?" He repeated in bewilderment. Sara grinned and said, "Yeah. That's actually a funny story. I'll have to tell you about it sometime..."
"You have Randy," Chip reminded her, forgetting about the whole rape thing. She wrinkled up her face in displeasure and said, "I don't know. Randy is simply Randy. There isn't anything godly about him."
"Are you bipolar by any chance?" Chip wondered. She thought, shrugged and answered, "Probably...." She looked at him then asked suddenly, "You want to make out?"
"What? Why?" He questioned in bewilderment.
Sara shrugged again, sighed sorrowfully then muttered, "Randy isn't Scotty......"
"Who is Scotty?" He wondered.
Sara looked at him in a startled way and lied, "He's no one! Shut up!" She stood from the bed and glared at him slightly
"What? I thought we were going to make out," Chip raised an eyebrow at her.
She smiled wickedly then said, "Okay, lets make out!"
"What? We're gonna make out? When? Why?" Chip looked Sara up and down in complete confusion.
"Well...." Sara sat back down beside him. She looked down at the floor as she prophesized, "We probably will end up kissing eventually. By then when it happens everything will just turn all insane...."
"So we might as well get it over with now?" He finished. She nodded and answered simply, "Yup!"
Chip considered this then agreed, "Okay. We should kiss and get it over with."
Sara glanced at him nervously as he stared at her expectantly. Slowly, in an unsure manner, Sara moved her hands to both sides of his face and started moving her face closer to his. He wrapped an arm around her waste as he bent his face to hers. They both paused when their lips were near one another's. Sara quickly leaned in and kissed him. He had no chance to kiss her back as she pulled away, shrugged and asked, "Did you feel any magic?"
"Honestly? I didn't have the chance to feel anything," He pointed out. She patted him on the head, touching his long hair with joy as she said, "We'll just be friends."
"That's fine with me!"
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Jenna and Stu lay side by side on Brock's bed, a relaxed look on both their faces. The sheets were wrapped around their bare bodies. Stu sighed and wondered, "Do you think we'll die?"
"No..." Jenna answered with little thought. Stu stared at her and asked curiously, "What makes you say that?"
"I doubt Randy will kill us," Jenna stared back at him. He stroked her cheek slightly then wondered in a morbid tone, "What if death comes after us and we die like the people did in Final Destination?"
"Like getting decapitated at rail road tracks?" Jenna asked, grinning at the thought of the movie.
Stu nodded then asked, "How do you think you'll die?"
"I'll probably die from an overdose after I take pills thinking they are vitamins and candy...." She answered in a sad, serious tone. Then she added, "Or I'll get hit by a bus."
Stu looked around the room sorrowfully and said, "I bet anything a television set falls on me and crushes my bones for its bread." Jenna stared at him blankly then started laughing at the thought. She paused her laughter and asked, "What kind of death is that?"
"Its mine!" Stu shrieked defensively. Jenna started petting his head as she said, "Be kind and rewind!"
"Rewind what?" He asked in confusion. A look spread across her face which made it apparent that she didn't know what she meant when she answered, "Your actions."
He considered what she meant when a menacing look spread across his face. He started to kiss her as his hands traveled down her sheet covered body. Through parted lips she moaned longingly then ducked under the sheet and pulled him down under with her.
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Once she heard a knock on the door, Sara quickly got up from the bed and opened it. She smiled when she saw Randy standing outside her door and greeted happily, "Hello Randall!"
"Hey...." Randy looked into the room and saw Chip sitting on Sara's bed. An immediate look of dislike covered Randy's face as he asked Sara, "You want to go for a walk?"
Sara looked at him suspiciously and answered uncertainly, "Sure." Randy started backing further back into the hall as he waited for her to join him. Sara looked at Chip and threatened, "If you go through my junk I'll kick your ass.... Have fun, Chip!" She waved and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. She started following Randy down the hall when she wondered, "Why do you want to walk?"
"Because I like fresh air and exercise!" Randy answered. She instantly accused, "Liar."
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Author's Note:
Everyone, I have decided what the "theme song" for the sequel shall be! It shall be "Hey Driver" by Lucky Boys Confusion! Right on? It's a cool song!