Chapter 5: My Annoying Romeo

One day.

That was all Sally wanted. Just a full twenty-four hours consisting of zero Jack Skellington and his deranged ideas about her becoming his love.

Was that really too much to ask for?

Karma. That was it. She shouldn't have begged her father to allow her to attend the stupid Academy in the first place! Look what it got her!

A flirty, hormonal seventeen-year-old skeleton yelling up at her window like she was deaf.

"Sally! Sally! Where art thou, Sally?" It was amazing how obnoxiously loud someone could get! He made her question the definition of persistence and determination.

Oh, and idiocy.

"Sally, Sally, let down your hair! So I can climb the blood-red stair!"

One more time. She gritted her teeth. 'If that moron yells out once more...'

"SALLY! MY LOVE, WHY ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?"

"Jack, SHUT UP!"

There, she snapped. Whatever piece of sanity she had once firmly held just slipped out of her blue hands and now she was left to fall.

It seemed that her hard work of ignoring the guy for the past hour had just proved to be a useless act.

Great. It had gone so well, after all!

"Ah, you have returned to me! Why not jump down? I will be sure to catch you!"

"The only thing I want you to catch is a deadly disease that will slowly and painfully kill you!"

"What a lovely thing to say! I love you, too!"

"Argh! Go away, Skellington!"

"Are we playing hard to get again? You know I only love the challenge!"

"I swear I'll slap you again if you don't shut up!"

"Is that a promise? Are you offering, Miss Sally?"

"JACK!"

"Oh, I see. Wait a moment."

And it was finally quiet. Sally personally had no idea why the heck the idiot stopped bothering her, but she didn't really care. If the blissful silence remained, nothing else mattered.

Content, she settled on her bed, pulling out the book she had been trying to read before Jack had interrupted her.

It was Saturday afternoon, cool and dark outside despite the sunny weather. Then again, Halloween Town was never known for being a sunshiny, joyous place to indulge in. No, dark and creepy was the perfect setting.

Doctor Finklestein was out, Igor with him. They left her to stay home by herself, and she was completely satisfied by the decision.

Of course, until he came along and saw her gazing out her large window. Things had gone downhill from there.

"Hmm. He gave up," Sally murmured, turning the page in her book.

Again, she was about to be proved wrong

Crash!

"Ah, perfect position, Sally! It's nice to know you were thinking about the same thing!" Jack, grinning across his face, jumped onto the bed and landed gracefully before Sally, crouching on top of her. She was now lying on her back, watching him with wide eyes as he towered over her shaking body.

It took only a few seconds for their current position to sink in.

Then—

Slap!

"Get off, Jack! What is your problem?"

"Huh? Didn't you want to make lo—?" He was suddenly cut off with a shove.

"Eww! I can't believe you actually said that!" Sally punched him downwards on his very thick skull, fuming.

Jack blinked, rubbing his head. "Wait, I'm getting confused here. Is this foreplay?"

SMACK!

"No, that is."

A/N: Fail chapter right here...this is pretty short, so...sorry...