Chapter Ten

Needless to say, the rest of dinner was awkward. Jenna kept right on staring at Ryan though. I was happy when it was finally over and we were walking them to the door to say goodnight.

"It was really nice meeting you, Ryan." Jenna smiled.

"It was nice meeting you and Spencer as well."

"I'll see you at work Monday, Bren." Spencer didn't address Ryan.

"See you man. I'll text or call tomorrow."

"If you can remember to." He muttered. Jenna waved one final time before I closed the door.

"That was interesting." He chuckled

"Very." I mumbled.

Ryan walked to the kitchen. He began clearing the table off. I didn't help. I just stood there with my arms crossed. I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. He'd flirted with Jenna right in my face the entire night! Ryan noticed I was frowning at him and he stopped.

"What?"

"Like you don't know."

"Oh, God. Now you want to play the nagging wife role all of a sudden?" He joked. I didn't laugh. "Really?"

"You were flirting with Jenna the entire night. You didn't even look at me!"

He laughed disbelievingly. "You're jealous? Of a girl?" He laughed again. "Well in case you haven't noticed." He spread his arms wide to emphasize noticed. "I'm gay."

Nope. He wasn't going to make me look like the crazy one here. "She clearly liked you and you were entertaining it."

"Because I liked her too."

"What?!" I was expecting denial. Didn't he just say he was gay? "You like her more than you like me?" I tried to keep the hurt from my voice.

"Are you- you're not jealous, are you?" I just glared. "You are! You're jealous."

"No I'm not." I lied.

"Good." He smirked. "Its not like we were together."

"Right." Damn. That hurt.

"I'm kidding." He walked over to me and pulled me closer. I relaxed against his arms. "We're very much together. This has been the best week of my life."

"M-Mine too."

"And I don't like Jenna in the way that you think." He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Then in what way do you like her?" My eyes narrowed.

"In the way I like all girls like her." He hummed against me. Swaying me side to side to an unheard beat.

But I wasn't really focused on the makeshift dancing. Was Ryan bisexual? What other way could he like girls? Maybe he liked to look at pretty girls. Jenna was really pretty. Yeah, that had to be it..... The body of 20 year old Staci Parkers was discovered at 12:30 pm. Oh shit! That's the way he likes girls. I snatched away from him. His eyes widened.

"No." I said in the most steady voice I could manage.

"What?"

"No."

"What?" He was clearly confused. "You don't want to dance?"

"Ryan, you can't keep killing people."

His face hardened. "Stay out of that."

"You can't kill Jenna. Please."

"Fine. I won't." He grabbed my upper arms in his hands. "Just calm down."

"You can't kill anymore girls!" I cried out.

"Calm down, Brendon."

"It's wrong!" I yelled. For the first time this week, it dawned on me that I was living with a serial murder. "Have you killed this week?"

"Keep your fucking voice down." He said slowly. Harshly.

"Have you?!" Please say no. Please say no.

"Once."

I couldn't stop the tears that sprung to my eyes. "Was it that young girl? Staci Parker?" I knew her name would forever be stuck in my head. He gave me a well duh look. I was going to be sick. "You have to stop. Now."

"No."

"No?!"

"No."

"T-Then I can't be with you." I finally got a boyfriend. Why'd he have to be a murderer? Oh, Right! Because God hates me."

"Brendon." His voice was softer. Warmer. I wasn't falling for it. His murderous heart was still cold.

"I can't live with that, Ryan." The tears were burning from being held back so long. I'd only known this man for a week. This shouldn't be this dramatic.

"You've been living with it for this long and it hasn't bothered you."

"I didn't let myself think about it before. Now I can't stop thinking about it."

"Just think of it as my hobby." I frowned at him. "Like collecting stamps."

"But instead you're collecting lives? You're sick!" I could have puked. I swear to god.

"Don't say that!"

"Its true!" My heart was pounding in my ears. "I want you to leave."

"If I walk out that door, I'm never coming back."

"Oh no! I'd hate to lose a serial killer."

"Fuck you, Brendon. If I could," he stepped closer to me, his voice lowered. "I would stab your fucking guts out of your body."

With those final words he was gone. He hadn't even put on shoes. The door slammed and I jumped. Tears springing to my eyes. My first boyfriend only lasted a week. What a fuck up I am.