My friend is Odd

I had a friend in high school named Jack. He was always very odd, even for a teenager. I remember him being so interested in pimps of all things. If you had one on your face, he had to pop it. No matter what you did, he be all over you to pop it. We all just put up with it. He was a really nice guy besides this, so we just let him pop our zits and go back to what we were doing.

It was the last month of our final year in high school. We were talking over lunch, about what we were wearing from prom and all that when Jack walked up. He stopped dead and just stared at me. I knew this look too well. I had a zit and he wanted to pop it.

“Please not today Jack.” I said.

“But it will only take a second.” He responded as he moved closer to me.

“No, really-OUCH!” I screamed and slapped his hand away.

He had reached out to touch my zit and it hurt, a lot just to be touched. I don’t know how I hadn’t realized it was there till this moment. It was a bad one and it would have to wait.

“Oh, I really should pop it, if it hurts that much!” He voice seemed a bit off.

“No Jack, stop! You only touched it and it hurt that much! Just wait till tomorrow!’ I said putting my hand between the zit and his eyes.

Jack pressed his lips and tried to reach out again but I got up out of my chair. He just wouldn’t look away from me. His eyes fixed on that zit that my hand hid.

“You know what, forget this!” I grabbed my things and left the lunch area.

Jack went to follow me so I headed into the girls washroom. I knew he wouldn’t follow me in there. I looked in the mirror and on my chin was a very red blemish. I touched it and the pain was intense. This one was bad, the worse I’ve ever had.

I stayed in the bathroom, texting with my friends and asked as another girl when she entered if Jack was still out there, he was. So I spent my whole lunch in that bathroom. Once the bell rang, I waited till I was already late before leaving. Jack was gone but the way he acted was so odd.

I got into trouble with my teacher but I just told them I ate something that didn’t agree with me. Since it wasn’t normal for me to be late, the teach let it slide. I also didn’t have any classes with Jack so I just b-lined it to all my classes the rest of the day to stay away from him.

My parents were away for the weekend, some kind of business thing so I was home alone. I made myself something to eat, watched YouTube before heading to bed. I hadn’t been feeling great all week so I just wanted to rest and see if it helped.

In the middle of the night I woke up to hearing my front door open. I had always been a light sleeper. I heard soft footsteps downstairs. They moved

to the steps and headed up them.

I wont lie, it took me longer then it should have to figure out that this was bad. I was never into scary movies or anything.

As the footsteps moved up the stairs I got out of my bed silently and looked around my room. I didn’t have anything in it that could be used as a weapon. So I grabbed my phone off the stand and got into my closet, shutting it just before my bedroom door open.

I really couldn’t see much threw those the slat in the middle of the door. The person huffed as the entered my room. I could hear them, looking around and stopping at my bed. I could just see a figure in all black. They moved around my bed, looking around, careful not to step on anything.

I lost sight of them as they headed to my door. I held my phone close to my chest but my phone started to ring. I tried to turn it off but before I did, I say Jack’s name show up on my screen. Damn him for calling me at this time!

My closet doors opened and the man grabbed me pushed me onto my desk chair. I tried to get up but they punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of me. All the fight in me, gone for that instant as they put hand cuffs on my arms behind the chair and then some on my legs.

When I tried to move again, they just punched me in the stomach once more and used rope to being the two cuffs together so there was no way I could move or get away.

“I called the cops! They are on the way!” I yelled as best I could at the figure, a man I guess at this point.

“No you didn’t.” They said back, with a voice I knew. They took of their mask and you guess it, it was Jack.

Jack stood there, an odd smile on his face. Like a kid getting something they had been asking for, for months.

“Plus, even if you had, it wont stop me!” He moved closer to me.

“What the hell? Jack?” I tried to move back but the clothes around my chair stopped me from rolling and I really couldn’t do much.

“Just hold still and this will be over soon.”

He reached out to my face and touched my zit. The pain was so intense. Was he really here because I wouldn’t let him pop my zit?

He started to push on it and I screamed in pain. After a few seconds the pain faded as my zit popped. He let out a sigh of relief as it popped.

“That’s better! Now your beautiful face isn’t ruined by such a terrible zit!” He said with a smile.

“Will you let me go now?”

Jacks face twitched for a moment. “Why would I do that? I finally can have you to myself.”

Before I could say anything, he put a rag over my face. All I remember before I passing out was him saying. “I finally have you and I’ll make

sure your face is always perfect!”