Joan's POV

"No, No, NO." Jason called out when he saw me walking towards him, down the hall. "Do not even think about it! I don't need this today!" Obviously intimidated by the look I was giving him, as I stood there leaning up against the locker next to his, he added. "..Come on, please...be nice?."

"Hmmm….well, since you asked nicely…..NO." I smirked. "Not gonna happen."

He shook his head. "Why do you even invite me to your movie nights if you're just gonna torture me after…..and during?"

"I think you just answered your own question there." Jocelyn interjected, sneaking up and wrapping her arms around me from behind, while she stared at him with that beautifully evil grin of hers that I love so much. "Your name is Jason….and you can't even stomach something that's not even in a real horror genre." she laughed.

"I beg to differ." I interrupted. "The horror/comedy genre is as real as any other when done right."

"The only horror/comedy movie that has any right to call itself a real horror movie is Bride of Chucky." Joce scoffed. "Bride of Chucky is Chucky in his absolute prime, and I will die on that hill."

"You raise a fair argument, I suppose." I shrugged. "...though, what about Jennifer's Body?"

"Hmmm….anything beyond Megan Fox gets tuned out by my gay ass brain." She smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "...and you wonder why that movie almost never makes the candidacy cut when voting for movie night movies."

She snickered, nuzzling her head against mine. "Aww, come on you know you're my one and only….Megan's just my if I ever run into her at Starbucks cheat."

"You hate Starbucks. I practically have to drag you in there kicking and screaming." I chuckled.

"It's a figure of speech, babe.." She fake whined. "...Although, if we ever run into her on any of the occasions you do manage to drag me in there, consider this your heads up that you may be flying solo for the day."

"Maybe?" I chuckled

"Yeah, maybe….like, if she turns me down, I guess I'm stuck with you."

I placed my hand dramatically over my heart and fake gasped. "Be still, my beating heart!"

"Alright." Jason announced, motioning his hands as he spoke. "If you two are gonna be doing this, then I'm gonna go ahead and start walking to class."

"Oh no, please don't go." I called, sarcastically, after him. "I sooo need you and your bravery to stick around here and stop Jocelyn from leaving me for Megan Fox!"

"Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my dignity!"

"Well in that case, you ought to see a doctor, because apparently you're hearing things!"

"Yeah, you tell him, Joanie." Jocelyn sneered when he was out of sight.

"Excuse me, you are not off the hook either, missy!" I teased. "I am still incredibly hurt and offended that you would say that about me."

"Aww, did I say I'd be stuck with you if Megan turned me down? I meant you'd be stuck with me." She attempted to defend.

"No you didn't." I sighed, trying not smile. "...but I also can't stay mad at you for long."

She grinned at that. "Bold of you to assume you could you could get mad at me at all, PERIOD."

I sighed. "Damnit, you know I can't argue with that."

"Damn right, you can't." She snickered evilly, as the bell rang for first period. "Walk me to class?"

"Why? Won't Megan Fox take you?" I teased.

"Come onnnn." She whined. "I said I was kidding!"

"You're gonna have to prove that to me." I snickered, taking her by the hand.

I laid my head over Jocelyn's shoulder, to snoop at what atrocities she was abusing the school library computer for today.

"Aaand this is why you've been banned from using the library computers….twice...this month."

"Oh come on...you can't tell me you're not the least bit curious about this!" She looked over her shoulder and proceeded to scroll up to something that was even more gruesome."

"I didn't say I wasn't interested." I corrected. "I just said I was smart about it."

"Yeah, yeah. Noise noise." She chuckled. "Now be a dear, and stand guard for me."

"No, no, you've got my attention now." I smirked, taking the seat next to her. " You go down, I'm going down with you."

"That's the spirit!" she praised with a grin that could've rivaled that of a cheshire cat's."So, they're calling him The Angel Maker…" I stated as if I were asking it of her.

"Well, that you should already know, given you live with an FBI agent."

"FBI teacher, temporary profiler." I corrected. "...And he doesn't like to talk about work, so I don't ask."

"Uh huhhh…" She scrolled on, obviously dissatisfied with my answer.

"Besides...I'd much prefer to hear it from you, anyway."

She looked back at me, that grin having returned to her face. "...Now that….was the correct answer."

"I know it is, babe." She scrolled a little further. "This guy, I have to say, I'm particularly fond of….."

"...and the actual FBI awaits you." I snickered.

"You will too, once you find out what they did." She defended.

"What they did? Have I misgendered this killer?"

"What his victims did." She corrected, turning back to her computer screen. "A regular Ken and Barbie pair, these two. He liked to rape and murder, she liked to watch."

"So he's a vigilante killer then? I guess he is my kind of killer."

"Could be." She corrected again. "Your dad would probably know more about that."

"Well, like I said." I reminded her. "I'm not gonna ask."

"Not gonna ask what?" Jason interjected, coming up behind us.

Jocelyn grinned at the sight of him. "..bout time you got here."

"My apologies." He sighed. "So what did you need me for ag-" He cut off when he looked up and saw the computer screen...quickly looking away again. "Oh, COME ON!"

Jocelyn was laughing maniacally at his reaction.

"That's it!" Jason announced, storming back off. "That is IT! I am gone!"

I turned back to Jocelyn, trying to catch my own breath from laughing so hard. "So, what did you need him for?"

"That." She giggled, pointing in the direction he'd taken off in. "That, right there!"

"You really are an evil genius, aren't you?" I praised.

"I try."