Who's Texting Me? Oh, Just My Homicidal Stalker. boyxboy

Chapter 22: The "Houseguest"

             Well... long time no see. My only excuses are school and fatigue. Thanks a lot for your continuous support despite my sh*tty update intervals Q_Q. Anyways, please enjoy :)

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       Shawn and I agreed to meet in the park around an hour after we were let go by the police. That way I could call my mom about Shawn staying over, and he could get some things, as well as fabricate an email to send to my mom while pretending to be his parents.

            When we were finally allowed to leave everyone dispersed in different directions to wait for friends, walk home, or get their cars. Shawn headed to the parking lot while I slowly walked off campus along with other students, headed to the park.

            When I was about halfway there, walking along the sidewalk, I took out my phone to call my mom.

            It rang about three times before she picked up. "Jake? Why are you calling? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" She asked with a hint of concern.

            I cleared my throat. "Um, yeah, well, we were let off early." I said.

            "Did something happen?" She asked gravely.

            I paused a moment before answering. "Yes. We had a lockdown and the police came and escorted us out of our classrooms."

            She gasped in shock. "What happened? Was anyone hurt?!"

            I contemplated whether or not I should tell her about the murder. I technically wasn't even supposed to know myself. Deciding that it was better to tell her sooner than later, I told her what Matt told me, summarizing it to sound a bit more tame, not that murder was very tame itself.

            "...Oh my, poor Matt... I can't believe things like this keep happening at your school. Children shouldn't have to experience things like that! You already lost a classmate and now three faculty!" Her voice was beginning to crack at the other end. "What on earth are the police doing? And why didn't they increase the security after that first poor woman passed? It's ludicrous!" She said in anger. "I-I'm so sorry that you and your friends have to go through things like this..." She apologized.

            My heart broke when I heard her concerned and sad voice. "We'll be okay mom; I'm sure that this will be resolved." I said calmly, trying to reassure her.

            She let out a weak laugh. "It's good to see that you're so optimistic. Yes, I'm sure that it will be figured out too." She said. "Oh, and where are you right now?"

            "Headed to the park actually." I explained, knowing she'd want me to go straight home.

            "Why there? I'd feel better if you came straight home."

            "Oh, I'm actually going to meet a friend there. He lives alone, but after all these murders he's been really scared by himself. He said that every noise in his home make him feel on-edge, and that he can hardly sleep at night." I said, trying to make Shawn sound as pitiful as possible.            

            "He lives alone? Where are his parents?" She asked.

            "They live in another state. He said that he would move back, but that it would ruin his academics to move to another school system. So...," I paused. "I was wondering if he could maybe move in with us for a while- only until the whole thing is resolved. He said that he would do any chore you asked of him and that he would pay for his own groceries." I said, pulling out any possible appeal that I could think of.