I walked through the hallway to my 3rd period class, English. Which also happens to be my favorite class next to art.

I'm not sure why art is my favorite but it is. It's never boring and neither are teachers. There is something else that I never find too boring to my embarrassment.

Boys, not just any boys but the men that don't exist anymore. They can be rough when they have to, sweet when its required, and remain cute all the while. Now I've never found a six pack that intriguing, but I like slim boys that are stronger than average. Boys that are complete and utter psychopaths in some cases. Ones that are capable of snapping and are completely unpredictable. You know what i mean.

I walked into the class expecting the same old crap Mrs.Jud would dish out each morning. Yet instead there was a boy in the front of the class that I didn't recognize. Mrs.Jud immediately took notice of my arrival. The same as every other morning I was the first to get yelled at that day. Her old shrill voice went through my like termites in rotten wood.

"where have you been Jade this is only the hundredth time you have been late to my class. Yet you have never once been late to anyone else's. And what's this?" She walked over to me and picked up my drawing pad. The page was open to one I rather her not see.

In a very detailed sketch was shown an anime girl making out with and straddling an gothic anime boy, both had a lack of shirt. But the girl didn't have pants on either.

Before she could get a good look at it I grabbed the book and ripped it down the center. It was a thin book so it wasn't too hard. Every drawing I've done in the past month was in there. Except a few I had framed and hanging in my room.

Well I had pictures on my phone of all of them so its not like they were gone. But I wasn't getting suspended for all the sex, death, and blood in that book. Dramatic yes I am very much so.

"How dare you! Take your seat now I'll speak to you after class."

"No thanks, old hag. You were gonna take it anyway" I said it loud and clear. One of the very few things I've said all year in here. Yes I love English but I hate her.

I went to the back of the room, slammed my books down on the desk farthest to the right, and sat on them.

While still in a state of shock Mrs.Jud returned her attention to poor boy that still stood in front of the class. He was hansom enough but looked a bit out if place. He had brown hair a rich ceder color and his eyes were a brilliant blue and they were focused on me. When she started talking. I took tape from my bag and taped the best drawings back together, so I could redraw them later.

"Class this is Timothy. He's a transfer student so treat him nicely. Go take a take a seat now. But if you value your reputation don't sit next to Jade." I heard the part even though it was whispered.

Tim walked down the aisle and sat next to ME!

" ummm, go away."trying to persuade him to find a new seat I spoke very quietly and kept my eyes on my paper.

"How about no. I like this seat" he put his books down and started his assignment.

"It's for your own good my friend." Mrs.Jud snapped her head my way. And motioned for me to stand up which I did.

"What are you whispering about?" She had a smug look on her face. Might as well give her what she wants.

"Oh nothing just asking if the new kid wanted a welcome to hell blow job." Many of my classmates mouths opened in shock but Tim's didn't. Mrs.Jud face turned red.

"Detention!"

"Thank you, Mrs.Jud."

-Next day-

I was walking across the foot bridge on the way to school when I saw a slightly familiar face. Tim's. I was going to walk past him but he grabbed my arm.

"Let's go."

"To where may I ask." He smirked and started pulling me into the woods.

"Hmm...didn't you say you asked me if I wanted a welcome to hell blow job? Well you never got my answer. Yes, yes I would." My face turned red and I held my free hand over top of my mouth so he did not see my growing smile.

"Sorry but I just met you. Wanna make out instead?" He pulled me behind a tree and slamed me rough yet gently against it. Before I got a word in edge wise he dipped his head down to mine stealing my first kiss.

But it didn't end there. He grabbed the back of my legs and lifted me up effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord. He licked my bottom lip and I denied him access. He didn't take to kindly to that and bit it instead. Hard enough to draw blood. The taste of my blood mixed with our saliva and it only made me want this more. Apparently it did the same for him because I felt a growing bulge at his lower region. Just as I was gonna start kissing his neck we were interrupted by someone giving off a wolf whistle.

I looked behind him and saw a boy in a blood stained white jacket, with a smile carved into his face. I knew who this was. Jeff the killer. I read horror stories and Jeff's was just one of many I came across. Tim turned around and stood in front of me.

I really don't understand he doesn't look like a cosplayer but isn't creepypasta supposed to be fictional.

"Jeff what do you want?" Tim crossed his arms in front of him. Jeff walked up and grabbed my face.

"She's pretty. Good catch masky." Saying that he let go of my face and took a step a back. Masky? I know of his story too.

"Thank you Jeff now go away. She's mine" I tapped Tim's shoulder and he turned around to face me, but I moved over next to him instead. I don't like being behind someone.

"Ummm...isn't creepypasta supposed to be fictional? None of this makes any sense to me." Jeff smirked.

"So you know about us well let me tell you one thing. He's really and I'm real and everyone of us are real."

"Oh well fuck my life."

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