Again, I am an absolutely terrible person. I need someone to constantly needle at me to get me to finish a chapter. I've actually had this sitting on my computer for a while and just hadn't posted it. I've just had a bunch of random stuff going on but if your still reading this, you awesome and the next chapter will come faster. This is my birthday present to myself and you. Until next time, see ya. And as always, reviews are GREATLY appreciated.

I flew through the remainder of the day

I flew through the remainder of the day. Everything seemed to go smoothly and I was in a surprisingly good mood. I couldn’t even bring myself to scowl at Jake when he laughed as I turned just a tad bit too early and went straight on into the wall. Instead, I simply laughed along. Things were looking better for the most part and I was ecstatic.

I sat beside Jake on the bus and wasn’t even bitter about the fact that the only person we knew who had a car was Bret, who didn’t care enough to drive us home today because he had to do some “stuff”. He didn’t object to Jade’s invasion of his car, however. I practically skipped home. I didn’t though, that would definitely ruin the nonchalant look I was going for.

I unlocked the front door and casually swung my backpack off my shoulder… into the coat rack, which, landed with a not-so-nonchalant crash on the floor. I sighed, so much for that.

Now that my grand entrance had been successfully maimed, I continued into the house, not caring as to how much loud obnoxious noise I made, or about how nonchalant I seemed.

Apparently I was more loud, obnoxious, AND less nonchalant than I had thought. Chris melted into my vision.

“What… are… you… doing?” He ground out as if his mouth was stiff and unmoving.

I didn’t look up from the TV which was blasting the new Panic! At the Disco music video. “You know, I was wondering how long it would take you to get over your little hissy fit,” I stated as I stuffed another handful of microwave popcorn into my mouth. A sound that sounded half way between a laugh and an angry scoff caused me to look up. His mouth was twisted into a stiff scowl that neatly matched his narrowed eyes. Ah, apparently that had been the wrong thing to say.

I cleared my throat. “Ah ha… So what’s up Chris?”

“Hissy fit?” Chris sent daggers at me with his eyes.

“It’s uhm, you know, a figure of speech…”

“Right. I’m sorry. How freaking silly of me to get a little unsettled for talking about my own death. Has the thought ever made it through your thick skull that maybe, just maybe, that might be a tender subject?” I opened my mouth to retort but was cut off because I could even sound a protest in my defense. “No, seriously. Perhaps, that someone might have avoided talking about their death? Maybe, I hadn’t thought it wise to talk to anyone about it before? I was wrong to answer your stupid questions. All that matters, is that now I’m stuck with you.”

My eyes followed his pacing form to and fro across the room. “Why me?” I murmured quietly.

His pacing ceased as his eyes snapped to me with an acute fiery gaze. “Hah! Why me? The human race’s favorite question. They never deserve what comes to them.” He began pacing once again. “Why you? Why you? Of course!” He stood directly in front of me, meeting my gaze head on. “Ever think that the reason I died could lie in you?”

“What?”

“Your great grandfather rounded up all of, what I thought were our friends, and brought them around my house one night to gather what they ‘rightly deserved.’ Unfortunately, I stood in the way.” My eyes widened in recognition. “That’s right… I died because of your family.”

Needless to say, ever since Chris disappeared (and I mean literally, he is a ghost after all) after his rampage, things had been a little uneasy. Once again, I had reached a standstill which neither of us seemed to be able to breach. Chris had avoided me completely. I rarely saw him. If I was lucky, I could catch a glimpse of him before he vanished off my bed when I arrived home after school. To deal with the frustration, I called a girls night.

Jade pulled up in her mother’s grey Range Rover blasting rock music that would undoubtedly be reported, since my neighborhood was primarily stuck up old people. “Hop in, loser.”

I slid into the passenger seat and slouched down, clutching my bag with an iron grip. Jade wasn’t the most… cautious… driver. When we pulled up to her house, my knuckles had turned a nice bloodless white that unquestionably matched my pale fear stricken face.

I walked into her single story abode hesitantly. Her family was a little… eccentric. I froze as a laugh broke through the silence. I turned around. “Boo,” Jade said with a smile.

“Hardy har har.”

“No worries, the rents are out of town and I made Seth leave.” I sighed inwardly. Seth had traumatized me when at the tender age of seven, I walked into Jade’s house to meet her older brother, a then ten year old Seth, running through the house with a plastic knife in one hand and the head of Barbie in the other laughing manically. “Come young padawon,” Jace continued, “I have glories thine eyes have yet to behold.”

I followed her into the kitchen which was stocked with Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, and all the rest of the eetos family. We busted out the cookie dough and chocolate fudge ice cream and sprawled out across her bed to view The Princess Bride on the miniscule screen.

“You know,” I began, appraising the 12 by 10 inch screen, “we could watch this on your bigger TV.”

“But there’s no bed there,” Jade objected.

“That there isn’t,” I concluded and clinked plastic spoons with her.

As the movie came to end with the kiss to end all kisses, Jade rolled towards me warily. “I want answers.”