Sorry if this chapter is boring (and short). Most of it has no action, just Annabeth thinking.

Annabeth sighed in joy as she flopped down on her mattress. It was May 27th, 6:01 P.M.

School was out.

No more homework. No more studying. No more dealing with those gross, annoying group of perverted boys who went out with every girl they saw, only to break up with her a day after. Annabeth herself had been asked out several times by guys like them, but she always declined.

First of all, there was no way her strict father would ever allow her to date at age fifteen. Mainly, though, she didn't want to. Her father was away on a business trip to Texas, and wouldn't be coming home until at least a month later. Annabeth would be by herself for a while. The prospect wouldn't have bothered her only two weeks ago, but now...A frown came over Annabeth's face. She felt apprehensive about being at home alone.

All thanks to those goddamned freaks who'd shown up at the party. Just the thought of those two asses made Annabeth want to punch a wall. Now she'd have to spend a month or more of summer worrying about them and when, or if, they would come back. They had just fucking ruined her summer break without even trying.

Annabeth growled in frustration. If she saw those two again, especially that joker wannabe with the dumbass Cheshire cat smile, she was going to kick them where the sun didn't shine. Summer break was supposed to be a release from stress, damn it. Not the increase of paranoia, worry, and fear. She'd give anything for her father to come back. This month couldn't go by fast enough for her.

Then again, maybe it was better that he stay away. Her father was a tough man, but what could he do against two unkillable psycho killers? Even the police would be helpless against someone like Jeff of LJ. It was better that Annabeth face this danger all alone, without putting anyone else on the line.

Despite the fact she hadn't seen then in half a month, Annabeth was no less worried. Jeff had promised that he had, "a shit ton more in store for her." She hoped, wished, he'd been bluffing just to keep her on edge. Unfortunately, Annabeth's gut instinct informed her otherwise, as if saying, Sorry girl, wishful thinking. Jeff would be back for her. He wanted something out of Annabeth, and he was determined to get it. The teenager didn't think Jeff had been denied what he wanted many times before. One just didn't simply refuse a serial killer with a "fuck off" and expect it to work.

There was something the smiley killer desired from her. And Annabeth imagined he'd be damn good at getting it.

What exactly was that something, though?

I'm going to see that submissive side of you someday soon. After that...well...we could have some fun together,

don't you think?

Part of me wants to take you right here and right now, in more ways than one.

Annabeth froze. She was afraid she finally, finally, after two weeks of debate and headaches, understood what he wanted. No...she'd suspected it since long ago...she just didn't want to put the suspicion into words. It was too horrible to even think about. And yet, it was the only reasonable option. He'd left her alive - if Annabeth was just another one of his countless targets, she doubted he would have. The fucker probably would've tortured her to death in that bathroom and left her mauled body for the authorities to find and dissect. Or maybe he would've dissected her himself.

But he hadn't.

He'd let her live, claiming that there was some twisted secret game between the two of them.

And also...

The deranged maniacal asswipe had kissed her. The thought of it still made the girl shiver from disgust. She remembered the way Jeff's lips had roved against hers, almost in synchronization. He'd tangled his tongue with her own with such lust and passion that Annabeth knew that he'd found some sort of sick, perverted pleasure in their kiss. The bastard.

But everything he did - saying he'd see that submissive side of her (haha), telling her he wanted to take her, and kissing her, for God's sake - all pointed towards one possibility.

He wanted her.

The mere thought made Annabeth cringe. Why did she, out of the millions or billions of girls with the world, have to catch the eye of a killer? She'd never considered herself particularly pretty, and she wasn't at all the most popular girl around. So what the hell was it that made Jeff so interested in her?

She didn't know, and she wasn't sure she even wanted to know.

Annabeth sighed. There was another issue. Jeff had said, "We've set our sights on you." Who was we? While she wasn't a hundred percent sure, Annabeth had a pretty good idea.

The Creepypastas.

If she was right, what did they want with her now? Annabeth doubted all of the Creepypastas had a thing for her like Jeff did. Her best guess was that Slenderman, their boss, wanted something from her. What the fuck could that be? There was absolutely nothing that was special about Annabeth. She wasn't bad-looking, but there were several prettier girls. Emily, for instance. Her friend was one of the most beautiful girls at school. Not that Annabeth wished Emily was targeted instead. She was determined not to involve anyone else in this. This was her problem, and her problem alone.

And not that Annabeth thought Slenderman was interested in her because of her looks. If everything she'd heard about the Creepypastas' boss was true, Slender wanted her for some deeper reason. Something that went down to...special talents.

The thought made Annabeth almost laugh. Special talents? Her? Fuck no. There was absolutely nothing about her that was special. Was there?

Annabeth sighed. Just her luck that she had to pique the interest of psycho murderers. She had to figure out what the fuck had those creeps so interested in her. If it was anything she could get rid of, Annabeth swore that she'd cut it out of her body, even if it was her eyes, or her hair, or her fingers...whatever the hell it was. It would be better than dealing with those asses, especially that fucktard Jeff.

Damn him to hell. Damn them all to hell.

The teenager groaned in frustration, briefly closing her eyes. She felt like she couldn't face reality, but after a moment, she opened her gray orbs again. Don't let anyone push her around. It was going to take more than some bloodthirsty, maniacal, self-control lacking fuckers to make her falter.

Deciding she needed a shower, Annabeth hauled herself into sitting position, taking a moment as the blood rushed from her head to her body. She ran a slender hand through her messy blonde hair,steeling her nerves. Here's the plan, she told herself. Take a shower and relax, and party like it's 1999. It's summer break, for fuck's sake! I'm going to enjoy myself!

Energized by the "plan", the girl stood up, grabbing a towel from her closet. Just the thought of a warm shower cheered her up.

Annabeth pulled the hair tie out of her hair, wincing as it yanked out a few strands of flaxen hair from her scalp. Her curly hair had always bothered her, but she hadn't cut it since two years ago, letting it grow out. The few times her father had spoken of her mother, he'd always described her to have long, curly blonde hair, just like Annabeth. Though her mother was dead, sharing a trait with her always made Annabeth feel like Sharon Blackburn was up in the sky, watching over her. If she was...what did she think of the fact that her daughter was being targeted by serial killers?

Opening the bathroom door, Annabeth frowned. The air was faintly damp and warm, as if someone used it in the past hour. That couldn't be possible. She'd just gotten back from school. A horrible suspicion started growing within her. Why couldn't she be less intuitive, for God's sake? At this rate she'd go insane. Even though she doubted she'd carve a smile into her own face like Jeff. "Now I can smile forever" my ass, Annabeth thought.

As she stepped into the bathroom, movement in the tub caught the teen's eye. Though questioning what the fuck it could be, Annabeth's brain was already telling her the answer. She hoped it was wrong, but of course, no such luck.

Jeff the Killer lounged in her bathtub, smirking flippantly at her outraged look.

"You fucking - " Annabeth couldn't even find the words to express her fury. You fucking piece of shit didn't even begin to satisfy her. She wanted nothing more than to grab a pipe and bash the fucker's head in, but then again, he'd probably just regenerate and laugh at her.

Said killer that had dominated most of her (very, very, negative) thoughts stood up abruptly, his smile growing even wider. Annabeth took a step back, once again reminded of how tall the asshole was. Why the fuck did he have to completely dwarf her?

"Hello again, dollface," Jeff purred in his alluring voice. "Miss me?"

That was boring, wasn't it? Sorry. O_O

I promise there will be some action in the next chapter.

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you guys soon!