Mmmkay people, chapter 6. I bet you're all dying to know what happened to Hilary (lol dying, get it?).
Hiei: Not funny.
ACK! What are YOU doing here?
Hiei: Hn, I was bored.
O.o....ignore him. Anyway, on with the chapter! Which is dedicated to MasterJ633, LeighWolf, AnimelovinKiDD, and all the rest of my wonderful readers.

Monday morning came bright, early and not soon enough. Feeling a giddy anticipation I packed up and headed for school, Sid following behind me as usual. I fed him chocolate I had bought over my shoulder, making him one very happy Shinigami. Today was the day I would see the fruits of my labor. An evil, joyful laugh escaped me as I thought back to Saturday night, the night of the dance. I hoped Jet was enjoying my little surprise.

When I reached campus, there were large knots of people speaking in hushed voices and a few even had tears in their eyes or on their faces. They all looked as if someone had died. I barely resisted the urge to laugh again.

"…committed suicide…"

"Slashed her wrists…"

"On his front porch? Are you serious?"

"…written in her blood on his door."

I reached my locker and began beating it until it sprung open. "It looks like your plan worked; she killed herself just like you wrote in the Death Note." I smiled at Sid.

"Yeah but I wonder what Jet thinks about the fact that his little skank killed herself in front of his house." A few people looked at me oddly as they walked by, I rolled my eyes at Sid, remembering that only I could see and hear him. It was seriously annoying sometimes.

Grabbing my books I made my way to my first class, I didn't see Mary on my way but I didn't really expect to. She was probably with Jet who was most likely staying home today. The thought brought another smile to my lips, for the first time that morning I felt the pull on the scab there. It had taken some convincing to get my mom to believe I had fallen. I hoped Jet's eye looked like hell.

I took my seat in the English classroom and waited for Mrs. Johnson to arrive, I wondered if she had forgotten that there was class today…again. As I waited I listened to the girls behind me. They were talking about Hilary's suicide, I felt proud for coming up with such a genius plan; people would remember this for years.

The day flew by as teachers and students alike drifted about in a kind of haze. I seemed to be the only person at school able to function properly. By lunchtime I was totally fed up with all the moping. Was I the only one who knew what a dirty whore Hilary had been? I walked into the cafeteria determined to enjoy my lunch and not let everyone else's mood affect me. Until I saw Mary.

She was sitting alone at a corner table with her head in her hands, as I watched, her shoulder's shook like she was crying. I raced to her side and put my arms around her; she returned my embrace and sobbed harder.

"I-it was so horrible! I saw the blood Vi! I saw what she had written on the door. 'I am a dirty whore, I don't deserve to live and neither do you.'" Rage ate at my heart, my Mary should not be crying over that tramp; Mary should never have a reason to cry again.

"Shhh, Mary, its okay. She," deserved it, "is in a better place now." Not. That bitch was probably rotting in Hell even as we spoke. I growled, I had promised Mary she would never hurt again, Hilary's death was supposed to protect her. Damn it all, why was she upset!?

I spent the rest of the day with Mary, ditching all my classes and fending off curious students, by the time school ended we were both exhausted. I drove Mary home and begged her to stay put for the night. The last thing she needed was to be at Jet's right now, he would probably try to take advantage of her. If he did, nothing on earth would stop me from writing his name in the Death Note. Nothing.

My alarm startled me out of a half forgotten dream, growling I threw it at the wall and went back to sleep. No more than twenty minutes later Sid prodded me in the side making me moan and roll away from him. "Violet, you're going to be late for school."

"Go 'way Sid, I'm sleeping."

"It's 7:30."

"WHAT!?" I jumped up and shoved the hair out of my eyes. "Damn it Sid, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" The Shinigami shrugged. I think he had learned by now that I wasn't really mad at him. I got ready in ten minutes and dashed out the door leaving it to slam behind me, making Sid float through it. "Sorry!" I called over my shoulder as I ran all the way to school. By the time I got there it was 8:10, I doubled over gasping, trying to catch my breath. I was late anyway so why rush?

If I hadn't stopped, if I hadn't been late, if I had woken up on time I never would have seen what happened next. Jet walked down the hall with his arm draped around Heather Fink, a sophomore cheerleader on Mary's squad. As I watched he leaned over and kissed her right on the mouth, long and deep.

"Wow Jet," she simpered when he stopped trying to perform a tonsillectomy, "it must have been like sooo awful to find Hilary like that. I think I would have like died."

"Yeah, it was really traumatic, I'm still shaken up. Maybe you should come to my house after school and comfort me." Heather giggled as they rounded a corner; they had never even seen me.

"You're going to kill her too aren't you?" Sid murmured from a million miles behind me.

"Yes," I hissed. As soon as I got home, Heather was going to die a very violent and bloody death. Just like Hilary had.

My triumph from the day before was crushed; it was obvious that Jet held no heart. Maybe this time he would get the message when Heather hung herself in his front yard, or jumped off the roof of his house. For the rest of the day I gleefully planned how Heather would die, until fourth period when I realized…I really had to pee! In my haste this morning I had forgotten to use the bathroom and now my bladder was about to explode.

"Mr. Chen! May I use the restroom?" He took one look at me, remembered our conversation from Saturday and hurriedly nodded.

"Yes, yes, you go now!"

"Thank you!" I said over my shoulder as I snatched the pass from his hand. I dodged students at first lunch, pushing through people until I reached the bathroom. After relieving myself I washed my hands and was just about to return to class when I saw Jet…kissing Rachel Smith, another sophomore cheerleader.

My jaw dropped, but I honestly didn't know why I was so surprised. It was glaringly obvious Jet hadn't learned his lesson with Hilary and if he was parading around with his new kittens so openly…I knew what I had to do. If I kept killing Jet's hookers eventually the school would run out of girls. I had to end this; it was time for Jet to die, but not before them. They would die tonight but it would be made painfully obvious who was next. Only an idiot would call the bearing of my teeth a smile.

It's kinda short and mostly filler but I'm sure you know what happens next. Please review!