The Nerdiest Bad Boy [UNDERGOING EDITING]

ᏟᎻᎪᏢᎢᎬᎡ ᎬᏆᏩᎻᎢᎬᎬN

"What is it?" Ryan interrogated. He had pulled the knife out of his thigh and wrapped his sweater around the wound. "What'd you find?"

"Text messages," I told him.

He blinked at me. "You found text messages? No way, really? I would've never guessed that you'd find text messages on a cell phone!"

"Read the messages," I insisted, ignoring his sarcasm. "They're about you, anyways."

That caught Ryan's attention and he was immediately by my side. I opened up a message and showed him what his seemingly innocent girlfriend had been devising. The messages read:

Boss: Are you bringing him to the spot?

Melissa: I told him I'd take him out to lunch. What an idiot.

I accidentally snorted, causing Ryan to glare at me. "Keep scrolling through the messages," he hissed.

"Your wish is my command, brat," I grumbled.

Boss: Don't let him know what's going on and make sure he doesn't bring any friends. Especially not Jackson.

Melissa: Shit, Jackson just came!

Boss: Kill him.

Melissa: What should I kill him with?

Boss: Whatever will cause him the most pain.

Melissa: Okay, boss.

Boss: Do you have a clear shot of him?

Melissa: Yeah. He's telling Ryan a story about some whore.

Boss: Good. Kill him and then toss him in the trunk. I want to see him dead myself. I have plans for the dead body.

I looked at Ryan expectedly. "See? That's why I killed your psychopathic girlfriend," I chided, like a mother does to her child.

Ryan looked at me with wide eyes. "Holy shit."

"And," I gave him a dirty look, "when I was telling you that story about the whore, as your girlfriend had said, she had planned to kill me then. Luckily, however, I spoke to her right at that moment, hence she was so anxious."

"I only understood about half of that, but shit." Ryan had a panicked look on his face. "I was dating a killer!"

I rolled my eyes. "That's a little hypocritical, considering you kill people for fun, Ryan."

He narrowed his eyes at me, but that instantly changed to a confused look. "Who's Melissa?"

I stuffed my hands inside my pockets. "Damn, she even lied about her name to you? That's harsh."

Ryan flipped me off before continuing. "And what did the boss want to do with your body? You know, he said he had plans for the dead body."

My mind blanked. "I don't have a clue."

A mischievous look crossed his face. "Maybe he wanted to-"

"He isn't a necrophiliac," I snapped.

Ryan looked dumbfounded. "What's that?"

"Here, let me say this in terms a meathead would understand," I amended. "I doubt that boss is sexually attracted to human corpses."

"But what if he is?" Ryan refuted.

"Then I'll give you as my offering." I paused to look at Cindy or Melissa, whomever she was. "Or we could always give your girlfriend."