Jeff Comes Back For Lunch - Diary Entry #3

 

May 17:
I was at home alone and it was the average lazy Saturday for me. I was curled up on my bed with a plate on my lap, reading some texts some popular girls were sending to each other on Facebook. Now I don't actually own a Facebook account, but by friend Zoe does and she told me her password and other such details needed to log in. She had my phone number so she could call me if she wanted to use her account, but she didn't call me so I was using it to spy on my school mates. I picked up a sandwich and scowled at a conversation between two girls who bully me at school, they were talking about me, about how different I was compared to them. I sighed and bit into the sandwich, swallowing a mouthful of butter, bread, tomato ketchup and sausage. Yes, I was eating sausage sandwiches. It wasn't my fault, my foster mum used to put left over sausages in my sandwiches at primary school and now they're one of the few kinds of sandwich I'll eat.

A knock on the door surprised me and made the dog, a black Labrador called Rebel, bark. I stood and scurried down the stairs, almost tripping over my white boot slippers, and peered through one of the windows. I held in a yelp and dropped to my knees, Ninja crawling into the living room, past Rebel, and into the kitchen where I stood and looked into the cupboard beneath the sink. I came up with a large meat knife and walked back to the living room, once again dropping to my knees and Ninja crawling into the hall, the handle of the knife between my teeth. I slowly stood up in front of the door with my back pressed to it, one hand reaching for the door handle and the other clutching the meat knife. I swung the door open and, to my surprise (heavy sarcasm), there stood Jeff with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his white hoodie.

He looked quite surprised as I held up the knife and said: "Keep following me and I'll cut you," very matter of factly. The look of surprise vanished and he started to laugh.
He cleared his throat but grinned. "You look a lot like me in that hoodie." He started to laugh again.  I looked down at the hoodie I wore. It was white with grey stripes and a black racoon face with heart shaped eyes, the hood itself had a pair of little pointy ears. I scowled. "I'm being serious. If you don't stop following me, I will cut you."
Jeff ignored my threat and ruffled my hair lazily, stepping past me and into the hall. "Nice place." He commented as he headed up the stairs.

I shut the door and followed him up the stairs, telling Rebel to be quiet as I did. The door to my bedroom was wide open and light spilled out into the hallway. It hadn't been open when I came down. I sighed in frustration and walked in, finding Jeff sitting quite comfortably on my bed, watching my laptops screen and stuffing his face with my sandwich, not seeming to care that I'd already taken a bite out of it. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, sitting on my bed as far away from Jeff as possible, still gripping the knife.

He peered up at me from behind the screen and grinned, making that carved face of his all the more creepy. "You seemed kind of interesting so I followed you home and waited for you to be alone. Nice place by the way, I like the colour of your room. Most girls paint their rooms pink, not blue, or was this a brother's room?"
I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest. "Thanks," I muttered. "Actually, no. Well, yes, but he had it painted pale yellow. I wanted it to be repainted sky blue."
Jeff nodded and shook his head. "I'm guessing this 'Charleen' these girls are talking about is you, right? One of them just uploaded a picture and commented on it."

My eyes flew wide and I snatched my laptop off of him. "What?! Let me see!" I seethed with rage as I read the comment. I shook my head in disgust and logged out, slamming the lid of the laptop down and cursed under my breath. Jeff finished my first sandwich and started on the other, speaking only after he devoured it, crusts and all. "Well, at least they didn't know you read that." He stood and picked up the plate, walking out of my room. I stood and grabbed him by his hood.
"Wow! Where are you going with that plate?"
He turned to look at me. "To the kitchen to put it away and get something to drink, duh."
I scowled and grabbed the plate off of him. "No, you are not, I will put it away and I will get you a drink. I don't want the neighbour's to think something's up."
"Why would they think something's up?"
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Because of the dog, what, you didn't hear him barking when you came in?"
Jeff nodded. "Ah, good point. Though....I could always make him GO TO SLEEP."
I lifted the meat knife and pointed it at him. "Touch my dog and I will cut you somewhere you will feel it."

Jeff was surprised but sat back on my bed and when I came up, carrying a cup of Dandelion and Burdock fizzy, was laid on his back reading one of my many journals filled with writing ideas.
"Hey, stop reading that, it's private. Also, I got you a drink."
Jeff sat up, dropping the journal onto my bedside cabinet, and took the drink from my hand. He lifted it to his mouth and swallowed quite a bit. "Aagh! What is this?! It stings!"
I sighed and shook my head. "For a killer, you sure are goofy." I muttered under my breath then spoke loud enough for him to hear; "It's Dandelion and Burdock, just a fizzy drink, you obviously have never tried it before." 
Jeff scowled and put the cup on one of my shelves. "Right. Dandelion and Burdock....odd name."

Jeff stayed at my house for a little while, I couldn't keep him contained to my room and he ended up scaring poor Rebel with his face as he poked around the rest of the house. Jeff could have possibly been caught if I hadn't spotted the gates opening on the small tv screen mounted in the kitchen and ushered him out the back door which led into our back garden, he had to climb over a fence and landed in a small patch of trees. He then had to scramble through those and ended up on the main road. I caught a glimpse of him walking past the gates with the hood of his hoodie up, hiding his face.