Chapter Eleven

                                    

                                          
A/N: Hey everyone! So I've had serious writer's block. So I really hope that yous guyses like this chapter. I think that it's just a transitional chapter.... you'll see by the end. Which, remings me, some of you may not be too please with me....
                          
Oh, and to those of you who asked if this story was close to ending, the answer is no. I'm thinking it's going to have 22-25 chapters plus an epilogue. Some of you will be excited to know that the epilogue is in Jason's POV to sort of lead into book 2, which, I believe I am entitling it Return, but that is most definitely subject to change! (:
                          
As far as the casting competition is going, let's just say I'm still reviewing them because I got SOOO many in and it's taking a lot longer that usual.
                          
Yeah, soooo.... enjoy! Sorry about the length! Like I said, writer's block.... The next chapter will be MUUUCCCCHHHH longer! Unless of course I die.... because then you will never know what happens! Let's hope that doesn't happen (:
                          
Toodle loo!
                          
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Chapter Eleven
                          
 
                          
            Monday morning came a lot faster than what I wanted it to. Unfortunately, that’s how all Monday mornings are. I didn’t see any Rinn or Anna at all before school, but I wasn’t expecting to see Anna. Not with her dad hanging onto life by a thread, but RInn was a different story all together. I had no idea why I couldn’t find her, and she wasn’t answering my texts either…
                          
            After searching the halls, I made my way to Anatomy, hoping that maybe Rinn was already there. I was disappointed, though, when I only saw Jason.
                          
Only Jason, right?
                          
My heart beat sped up and my stomach wrenched as I made my way to the desk behind him. “Whatcha doing?” I asked, trying to peer over his shoulder. He was writing something and smirking evilly the whole time. The only words and… symbols? I could make out were ‘Fred’, ‘hole’ and ‘@’, but I’m thinking the symbol I saw wasn’t the same symbol he intended…
                          
            He glanced up at me, instantly smirking. “Hey. Just writing out the funnest ways to hurt Fred. Not that I’m actually intending on doing any of these, just because it’s funny and I feel creative.”
                          
            “Do you know how weird that sounds? And sadistic?”
                          
            He shrugged. “But he hit a girl, and not just any girl, either. He hit my girl. And that’s not cool.” He wrote down one more thing on the list.
                          
            I put my hand out to him. “Here, I want to read it.”
                          
            With a grin on his face, he handed me the paper. “Number one: If Fred was on fire, and I had a bucket of water, I would drink the water.” I looked at him, horrified that he would even say something like that. Don’t get me wrong, I was still really mad about Fred. I had to wear a lot of extra makeup to cover up the massive hand print on my cheek. “Number two: Tie Fred to a rocket ship and send him out to the moon. Wouldn’t it be fun to watch Fred implode? A Fred shaped firework.” I gaped at him. “You’re so sadistic!”
                          
            He shrugged. “Keep reading.”
                          
            “Number three: Push Fred into a 20 feet deep hole and watch it rain on him, then push all the dirt back in the hole and dance on his grave.” I gave him a flat look. “That’s burying someone alive, and illegal you do know that?”