Title: Why Don't You Love Me?
Series of: CreepFest
By: AngelEyes0665
Disclaimer: I do not own Goosebumps or any of R.L. Stine's books. I do not have any money own me right now so please, I beg of you, do not sue me.
Prolouge
I stared into his sky-blue eyes intently. My finger sitting on the trigger.
This is it, I thought to myself.
I can finally get what I deserve.
She didn't deserve him, and she never will.
She picked him over me, fine.
I'll show her what real love is.
I shifted the gun from him to her.
Her golden yellow sunshine blonde hair, moved against her face with the violent wind.
Here we are, up on Dove's Hill.
No one will ever find out, it'll be real quick.
Then, me and her could finally be together.
No more, threats, no more, phone calls.
This is it...I can finally achieve what I've wanted for so long.
I smiled before pulling the trigger, and watched the bullet soar through his heart.
Chapter 1
I had been running for atleast 30 minutes. My sneakers slapped against the water on the concrete. It had been raining ever since Friday and it was already Tuesday!
Because of the run, I had to miss my daily jogs. It turned out beautifully this morning but then ended in rain as soon as it striked noon.
My golden blonde hair clung to my skin like a fly to sandpaper. Today was a bad day for a jog, I told myself sarcastically. I contuined to run until I saw my large mansion house come into view.
I opened the white gate that had small doves painted across it. I contuined to run past our garden that filled up the whole front yard until I reached the front doorstep.
My key in hand, I opened up the door and stepped inside. I closed the door behind me and panted loudly. "Lindi! You have dragged mud all onto the carpet! Oh, dear, oh, dear." Ms. Jefferson said.
I stared at the plump lady and finally answered. "I'm sorry Ms. Jefferson. I didn't know it was going to rain today. I'll clean it up." I answered while taking off my muddy white sneakers.
"No, no. Let me get that. That's what I'm being paid for, dear." Ms. Jefferson replied. She was our maid and also stayed into the Carmicheal's mansion.
I nodded before walking slowly up the carpeted stairs. I rounded my way down the long hallway and opened the laundry door. We had an upstairs laundry and a downstairs one.
I pulled open the top of the washer machine and began to add in the substances. I put my white tennis shoes inside, and closed the lid and began to hear the washer start up.
Walking out the room, I closed the door and headed towards my room. The floorboards creaked as I opened my wooden door and stepped inside.
Cold air greeted me as I closed the door. Why is it so cold in here? I must have left the window open! I quickly darted across my large room and pulled down the window ledge.
"That's better." I said outloud to myself. I flopped down onto my large canopy princess bed and shoved my head in the pink flowered pillows.
Today wasn't going well for me. Sure, we didn't have to attend school today. But I had recieved news on the phone that my best friend forever was moving away.
I didn't know what to do! Suddenly, the pink phone began to ring. I uttered a groan and sat up, I reached for the reciever and pulled it up to my ear.
"Hello?" I asked miserably.
"Hey Lindi!" A male voice rang. I suddenly smiled. It was Kris, my boyfriend. Me and Kris had been dating for 3 years now. It was so great to find someone who actually cared about you.
"Hey Kris. I hope you have that cast off your leg. I've missed you so much at school." I said.
Kris chuckled. "I've missed you too Lindi. Yes, I have my cast off. My ankle looks a little swollen though, the doctor said I should soak it in water for a while. How are things going?" Kris asked.
I sighed. "Felisha is moving soon." I replied.
Kris groaned. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. This must be hard for you, you guys are like, best friends." Kris replied.
"I know Kris. But, you've go to move on, you know. I'll just have to find me a new friend." I said regretfully.
"Don't find you a good friend to come between us." Kris said teasingly.
I pictured him talking through the phone. His sky-blue eyes staring at the t.v. as if searching for answers. His dark blonde hair, cut lowly like a crew cut.
Then I pictured the cute dimples he had when he smiled. Yes, I loved Kris Dunstin dearly.
"I won't. No one's ever going to come between us, baby." I replied with a laugh.
How little did I know?
I made my way through the hallways of Marland View High. I heard whistles from some senior boys, but I rolled my eyes. I was used to it.
It was not easy being the most richest and popularest girl at Marland View High. But I loved the attention I got when I wore my mini skirts.
"Hey Lindi!" A voice called behind me. I turned around sharply to see who it was. It was him. Rick O'Brien. I stared at Rick thoughtfully before answering.
"Hello Rick." I said. Rick was Felisha's ex-boyfriend. He had used Felisha just to get closer to me. "How's it going?" He asked with a smile on his face.
I stared at his acne filled face. Rick was about 6 feet with broad shouders and a workout body. He had one dimple in his left cheek and brown eyes with neck length black hair.
"Nothing really." I answered shortly. I had nothing to say to Rick, he was nothing to me anyways. "That's cool. How's Kris getting along? It was a shame about that football accident. Billy Jones was a big guy, when he fell on Kris' leg..I thought it was going to pop off!" Rick joked.
I didn't find this funny. "Rick, what do you want?" I demanded. I looked up at the clock above the school lockers as we walked together.
"Okay. Look Lindi. I know we got off to a rocky start but I...uhh..I wanted to know if you errr..wanted to go to the movies or something with me?" Rick asked with a smile.
I sighed. "Rick how many times do I have to tell you? I am dating Kris and my heart belongs to him. Even if I wasn't dating Kris, I would never go out with you anyways. Not with the way you treated Felisha!" I shouted out shrilly.
Some teenagers stopped and looked at us. Rick just swallowed and stared at me. "Now. Before you waste your breath, I'm going to class...the late bell is about to ring." I replied before he could answer.
Pushing past Rick, I made my way to Homeroom Math.
"Rick is a total creep!" Martha whispered to me. "I know. Can you believe him? He has some nerve!" I whispered back. Martha was my other friend from elementary school.
We turned our focus back to our English teacher, which was the last class of the day. I had skipped lunch to go chill at the Library with Martha.
"I can hear you." Rick muttered from beside me. "So?" I shot back. Mr. Goyle stared at all three of us. "Lindi, Martha, Rick? Is there something you all would like to share infront of the class?" He asked.
I stared at Mr. Goyle's four chins in disgust. They looked so gross. "No, I'm sorry for talking during your lesson Mr. Goyle. Me and Martha here were discussing the fine arts of Literature and your ways of teaching. Rick, here, wanted to pitch in on your good sense of education." I said in a well educated way.
Mr. Goyle smiled. I am such a teacher's pet. I basically get my way because my father could own and buy this school or it's school district if he wanted too.
The dismissal bell finally rang. No one hear Mr. Goyle's shouts over the bell as everyone piled out the small hot classroom. I walked with Martha who dragged on and on about her family.
Martha wasn't exactly poor, but she didn't have all the nice clothes like most kids. I just drifted straight ahead, staring at the teenagers rushing out of the school.
"Lindi? Hello!" Martha interrupted me. "Huh?" I asked. "I asked you what did you think about Zak Nickens? Is he hot or what?" Martha demanded.
"He's okay." I answered truthfully. "No, he's more than okay. So then, she was like..." Martha dragged on again. I felt msyelf so bored with Martha that I decided to ditch her.
"Hey Marth, I have to hurry and go. I have a private swim lesson that's starting now. See you tomorrow!" I called while jogging to my locker.
"Okay! Call me!" Martha called as she headed towards her locker. Yeah right, I thought with a smile. I opened up my locker and grabbed the books I would need.
Closing my locker door, I raised my eyes to see Rick standing there with a big smile. "Nice cover up in English." He said cooly. I rolled my eyes.
I walked ahead of Rick, not giving him time to catch up. "Hey! What's your problem anyways?" Rick called as he tried to run up to me.
"You're my problem!" I yelled with fire burning in my eyes. Rick grabbed my shoulder roughly and spun me around so I was looking into his dark brown eyes.
His grip tightened and his eyes looked dangerous. "Ouch! Rick stop, you're hurting me!" I said angrily. Rick didn't let go but still gazed into my eyes.
"Rather you like it or not. You Will Love me!" Rick threatened in a low voice. He pushed me away and walked out the exit of the school.
I grabbed my shoulder and winced in pain. Rick had left a red mark on my right shoulder blade. I contuined to walk out the same exit Rick took.
I hated not being able to drive. I wasn't going to get my Mercedes Benz till my 16th Birthday. So from then on, I was forced to ride this lame bike.
My parents hadn't hired me a choffeur yet. They couldn't seem to find one up to my standards. I pedaled past the low shingled houses, the wind blowing past me felt great.
I was glad it wasn't raining today. Maybe I could finally take that good jog I've been wanting so long. I thought with a smile. I looked at my watch.
Then, I contuined my journey home, racing very lightly with the wind.
I past Felisha's old house, with the "sold" sign on it. I also past Martha's house. I felt something sneaking up behind me as I turned the corner sharp and fast.
I turned around and peered behind my shoulder. It was a blue corvette with a long white sratch on the left side. The corvette was right behind me, so I moved to the left side of the street.
So did the corvette. Then I moved to the right again, so did the corvette.
I became angry, who did this driver think he was kidding? I speeded faster, so did the car.
The corvette got so close that the front grill was a few feet from my bike tire. The car inched forward and forward. Do something! I shouted to myself.
My legs wouldn't stop pedaling, they kept going, my hands wouldn't turn, they stayed frozen on the handle bars.
I screamed when I realized it. The car was going to run me over!
Okay. That was the 1st chapter of my story called "Why Don't You love me?" I hope you guys really enjoyed it. Please review it. If I don't get at least 6 reviews, then I won't make another chapter. Love you all, AngelEyes0665.
