A word from Chris Plovert:) Dedicated to CBLover1812 for being the first reviewer:) This one is for you:)

I haven't been in school for what seems like forever. I have been watching her, though. She's already with someone else.

Traitor.

She's a traitor.

A lying, sneaky traitor.

She said I cheated on her.

She's cheating on me with that Daly guy. How dare she do that? Accuse me of infidelity and in the end, who goes crazy?

Me.

Crazy enough to spy on all of them, to watch her as she laughs and kisses Daly.

She'll get it. They all will.

Especially that Antonette girl. She's pushing Massie and that dirty-blonde kid together. And who is that? He looks vaguely familiar. Where in the world have I seen him? I know his last name, I think. I heard it from Hurley.

But that doesn't matter.

What matters is that I need to kill them off.

All of them.

Separately.

Starting with the tiniest.

Antonette is going down first.

How can I hurt her without anyone knowing? I have to be clean, swift. I'll take her someplace where no one will hear her screams.

But where?

Not this week.

Too soon.

The week after?

Too random.

I need to drop hints that I'm coming.

But how?

Gah. This takes too much planning.

I need to sort this out first. But how? It will take too long. I need Massie back with me.

I know.

Antonette's not that big. She's probably not that heavy. I can carry her. Pull a stunt from The Orphan and attack her with a hammer until she stops her screams.

Rape her, even.

I'll call her Massie, she'll writhe in pleasure and moan out my name.

Yes.

I can already feel it.

She probably won't be as good as Massie would be, but it won't matter.

Who will be after Antonette?

That boy with the two different eyes looks guilty of something. I heard his outburst earlier. Angry at something, someone. Angry at something dealing with Claire.

Ah, Claire. Yes, Claire. So sweet, innocent, fragile. So easily breakable. Yet I'd question myself why I'd hurt her in the first place. Clearly she's in love with dirty-blonde boy. She's actually helping me. Keep dirty-blonde away from my Massie. Ah, Claire. Always the sweetest.

Then there's Mr. Latino. I know him. Josh. Fucked every girl in school. Made out with a few select teachers. Scored me Massie, too. Pointed me to her in a party. Technically, pointed to Kristen, told me he liked her, and I saw Massie. Overall, decent guy, wouldn't hurt a fly.

Now Kristen. Always the wittiest one. The one with great sarcasm skills. She annoyed the crap out of me when she talked. She never had anything nice to say. Weighing my options with this one. Back then, I probably wouldn't be so hesitant. I would have killed her. Now, not so sure. She's in love with dirty-blonde, too. Like Claire, a big asset to my plan. Two can keep him from my Massie.

Onto dirty-blonde. I forget his name, but his last name sticks. Harrington. Familiar to me. Sounds cocky, though. Thinks he can get girls all the time, including my Massie. I see the way he looks at her. His eyes adore her when they're alone together. When she's with Connor, venom fills his eyes.

Like me.

He looks big. I can probably shoot him. Use my dad's gun. Goes right through, you die in an instant. Yep. Goes in, comes out. Pretty slick, don't you think?

Daly. Massie's ex-boyfriend who came back. Maybe she never really had any feelings for me. All just a fling for her. Or maybe she loved both of us. It could happen. She obviously loved me. I was her Clyde, she was my Bonnie. But now I'm looking at this differently. Daly is Paris, Massie is Juliet, I Romeo.

Aha! A brilliant plan. I will poison Connor. His food; in the cafeteria. Order someone, anyone, to do it for me. Won't be hard. Throw a few punches here and there, cash in a few bucks, promise they wouldn't get caught. Yeah. This plan. Seems. Perfect.

Who am I forgetting?

Ah. Yes.

The one and only.

Massie Block.

Loved her the moment I saw her.

Big mistake.

As big an ass I was for falling so fast, I can't deny the fact that I'm still in love and could never, would never kill Massie. Unless she denied me.

She'd rue the day she rejected me.

I'd tease her first. Yes.

Tease her. Make her jealous. Make her regret. Make her get on her knees and beg to take me back.

And if she won't I'll take her. Strip her clothes off. She'll get angry; punch me, kick me. But once I thrust myself into her, she'll fall in love all over again. Obviously, she wants me to. And I will take her to indescribable heights.

I will leave this death plan to here. I'm aroused just thinking of Massie.

Till I think of more death plans,

; )

A/N: -gulp-

I meant, words from Chris Plovert. Scary, huh? -shudders- I'm watching Demi Lovato (insert squeal here) vids. Jemi FTW!

I hope they don't break up. I usually don't like the Jonas Brothers, but I'm only going to excuse one of them for now. :) Besides, I sortakindasure,whynot like Joe.

Anyway, review?

Pweety pweety pwease?