Kevin, We Need To Talk!

Chapter 2

"SHIT, babe, wake up," Kevin yelled, jumping out of the bed. You yawned and opened your eyes. "What's going on," you asked? "My mom is home, I just heard her car door," Kevin said as he threw his clothes back on."Oh fuck," you said jumping up and scrambling to find your clothes. "You get dressed, I'm going to go distract my mom. I'll text you when it's okay to come downstairs," Kevin said as he shut the door behind him.

You got dressed and sat down at Kevin's desk. Leaning all the way back you knocked the back of the chair into the dresser that was next to it. You heard something hit the floor. Swiveling the chair around you noticed that a notebook had been knocked free from between the desk and his dresser. Shimmying your hand into the gap, you grabbed it. You were just going to put it back, but the cover said KEEP OUT, and let's be honest you'd never been good at following instructions.

You opened the notebook and found a list of your classmates, noting that they were all the super popular, and super smart kids. You flipped to the next page and found a sketched diagram of the school with all the exits marked. You were starting to get a sinking feeling in your stomach. The next page was a drawing of metal bike locks and a bow and arrow. You knew that Kevin loved archery, and he was very good at it. It was actually the reason you'd noticed him.

He'd been on the archery field at school, his face had been in such a state of concentration. The way his shirt rode up his stomach when he pulled the bowstring. He was gorgeous.

You flipped to the next page and your entire world came crashing down. There in black and white was a full laid out plan to shoot up the school with his bow and arrows. There was even a part about using the metal bike locks to lock the students in. You sat there staring at the notebook in your lap, you couldn't breathe.

"Babe? I texted you. My mom is bringing in groceries. So if we head down now we can just pretend we were in the living room the whole time," Kevin said as he walked into the room. You jumped up and the notebook went flying across the room. Kevin walked over and picked it up. "Where did you get this," Kevin asked, as if he didn't know exactly where you'd gotten it from. "I knocked the chair into your desk and it fell," you said. Kevin looked pissed, more pissed than you'd ever seen him. Even more pissed than when Nathan Mercer had grabbed your ass in the hallway. He slowly walked over to the desk and put it back where it came from. All the while you stayed against the far wall, unsure of what to do. "Kevin? P-please tell me that's not what I think it is," you said, stuttering. Kevin sighed. "I think you should go," he said sitting down on his bed. "What? No! Kevin, please talk to me," you said. "No please go," he said. "I'm not going anywhere," you said crossing your arms. "Y/N, GET OUT," he yelled causing you to jump. "Why," you asked biting back tears. "BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T GO I'M GOING TO HURT YOU, AND FOR SOME FUCKING REASON I DON'T WANT TO DO THAT ANYMORE!! SO DO US BOTH A FAVOR AND GET THE FUCK OUT," Kevin roared. You quickly grabbed all your stuff and ran out of his room and down the stairs. Tears were clouding your vision and you nearly collided with his mom bringing in groceries. You muttered an apology and ran out the door. "Y/N? Are you okay, sweetheart," she yelled after you. But you didn't turn around, you just kept running until you got to your car. You jumped in throwing your things into the passenger seat. Starting the car you pealed out of his drive way, not even bothering to put on your seat belt.

"What did he mean by he doesn't want to hurt me, anymore," you said aloud. Then it suddenly made sense. When you had first started trying to talk to Kevin he was very cold towards you. Almost like he hated you. Every time you tried to talk to him he always seemed angry even if he'd been smiling or laughing just before. You'd almost given up trying to ask him out entirely when out of nowhere he had asked you out. "Was he planning on hurting me," you asked yourself out loud? It was then you realized that the rumors were true, Kevin Khatchadourian was in fact a sociopath. You were in love with a sociopath. You had just lost your virginity to a sociopath.