Jaime never thought he’d actually kill anyone, but love made you crazy. Seeing Sidney so startled by some drunk, low life asshole grabbing her? All he remembered was going to Sid and pulling her away, staring daggers at the guy who he knew to be Robert Williams. Well, he went by Bobby, and Bobby was a drunk asshole, but as Jaime watched the corpse burn in a bonfire he and Sidney built for the sole purpose of discarding the body, Jaime ran his fingers through his ginger locks and looked at his girlfriend. Adrenaline pumping through his veins as the realization of what he had done started to really set in.
Three hours before: 20 minutes before the Murder of Bobby Williams.
Staring daggers at the asshole all night wasn’t enough for Jaime, and after they had decided to leave the party, the redhead waited in his car with Sidney in the passenger seat, watching, waiting for him to come out. After he told Sidney what he was up to, that he was just going to scare him with the switchblade in his glove compartment. Warn him against one, touching women like that, and two, touching women with crazy boyfriends
Three hours before: 5 minutes before the Murder of Bobby Williams.
It was was showtime, and it was like he flipped a switch and allowed every dark violent desire pertaining to men looking at Sidney or checking her out with his arm around her, or any time she’d try to get him back by fucking with some random idiot in front of him to get his attention or piss him off in front of him, God, the rage he felt when he heard someone talk negatively about her. She fucking consumed her. It made him crazy. His brown eyes darkened with malicious intent. Having to remind himself that he was just scaring the fucking asshole as he put his hoodie on before leaving his car and Sid in it; switchblade in his hand ready to go.
Jaime looked around him and made sure no one was around before sneaking up on him and roughly placing his hand over Bobby’s mouth, his knife pointed at his victim’s back. Fuck, this amount of power sent him on a trip, Bobby was fit but nowhere as strong as Jaime and with just a little more strain, the redhead had the guy incapacitated. Begging, the tears of fear running down the guy’s face, hitting the hand that covered his mouth. It should’ve been alarming at this point that JD didn’t care about the guy crying, begging for his life, or how Bobby had just started to piss himself out of fear, unsure if he’d live or die at that moment. Jaime just leaned in and smirked. “What? Don’t like being grabbed without being asked?”
He allowed the blade to slab the guy a little, biting his lip as his whole body fill with rage. “Yeah, well, neither do the girls you do that to...” Jaime brought the blade up a bit, just fucking with Robert when he brushed the tip of his switchblade against the male’s jugular, leaning in to finish his words. “And some of them, have boyfriends like me.”
JD didn’t stab him in the neck, as much as he wanted to, that’d be too bloody. By now he had decided he was enraged enough to kill this guy. All he could fucking think about was the prick putting his slimy hands on her, biting his lip he stabbed Bobby forcefully, hearing him squeal like a pig, and that was, annoying so he continued to stab the guy, letting out his anger on every fucking guy that ever came in contact with Sidney since they’ve gotten together on this poor scumbag.
Jaime had remembered in his and Sidney’s last argument, she had mentioned something about the way he looked at her when she teased him with another man. Like he could just tear her clothes off in that very moment, and while that was true, there was also a darker side. The side that fantasized about beating the douchebag she was teasing him with to a pulp. He’s thought about killing before, but never actually thought he would. As Bobby’s lifeless body slid down, JD came back to earth, catching the guy’s body and looking at his bloody hand, still holding the just as bloody switchblade. “Fuck.” JD panted heavy and took the hand that was still holding onto Bobby’s mouth to reach for his phone.
He directed her to turn off his headlights and get there fast, to pop the trunk once she saw him. JD got lucky that this guy parked so far away from the actual party house, no one was around and it was a dirt road so no street cameras, but they had to get out of there fast.
Three hours later: Three hours since the murder of Bobby Williams.
“Fuck...” he said as he took his bloody clothes, setting it to the fire. Having had changed into some gym clothes he had in a bag in his car earlier when they agreed on burning the body. Using the hand sanitizer and napkins in his car to get enough blood off his right hand to go in the random gas station convenience store off the highway. He used cash, not having done this before, but watching enough movies and ID channel to think that he knew how it worked. JD bought fire accelerator before the bonfire and used that very accelerator to burn his bloody clothes and napkins he used to wipe the blood off his hands.
It was fucked up, but it was also fucked up how he knew he’d do it again if he had to. She went before everyone else. “We tell no one, okay? We left early made out in my car watching the stars at The Point, went back to my dorm and fucked. That’s what happened.” If anyone asks, you know nothing. Jaime said seriously, looking at her. Fuck. Why was he so turned on right now? What the fuck? @bcdguys
Letting out a small deep breath, Jean looked towards the person before her “I get it, the school can be a little dawning when you first arrive-just ask anyone else who has been here for a while but it’s okay...” She offered a smile, “I’m not here to hurt you.”
It was Jamie’s first day at what would’ve been high school if his parents didn’t force him to move across the country. As he walked through the halls that morning, new schedule in hand, looking for his locker, he took a look around him. Some faces he recognized and with the way they gauged at him he guessed they recognized him too. Funny enough, some of the girls that would tease him the most walked past him with dazzling bedroom eyes, but no matter how attractive they grew up to be too, he didn’t care. He only had one person in mind and he passed by them at a distance at their locker, he took note of the location, before going to his first class.
Jamie was a late bloomer and he knew it, but the person on his mind had always treated him well, even defended him at times, and he would never forget that, and he hoped they didn’t forget him either. JD knew they stopped talking a bit after he moved away because he essentially ghosted the other, but it there was so much reasoning behind that. Which of course, he was willing to explain to his long lost friend when the time came, but he hoped they would give him the opportunity. They’re all he’s been thinking about from the second his family decided they were going to move back, and he’d hate to lose them completely.
After class, Jamie remembered where he passed his dear friend at their locker and bit his lip as he waited there, hoping they’d return and find him there. That they’d be happy to see him. That it turned out to be the best case scenario. However, that wasn’t up to him. He stopped talking to them, they didn’t stop talking to him. @beanrp
