The Trinity Killer

“Dead baby jokes? No. Maybe a few years ago, but I can’t remember any now. I do have a Lizzie Borden one, if that’s your taste though.” Parker’s eyes stayed fixed on the closed door, even as Abe moved in towards him. It wasn’t that he was nervous, more that he wasn’t quite sure how to continue the conversation. When he was in the lead, he picked the topics, he knew when to chatter and when to make a move. But as the submissive, he wasn’t sure how to proceed, and Abexander hadn’t given him enough context to feel confident in either choice. “Try it and I’ll tape your mouth shut,” he rebuked, also joking. Of course, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a supply of bondage tape in his bedroom.

A lot of the time it was hard for people to know where they stood with Abexander, he didn’t make much conversation, and he often moved about in a lazy, nonchalant manner. Never really speaking or making a move until he saw necessary. A permanent calm state, which to some only added to the twenty-two year old’s creepiness. It wasn’t a facade either, it was just who the male was. Abexander didn’t have to think about whether or not he wanted to listen to a Lizzie Borden joke. “Okay, go.” The Omega gave a small smirk. “It’s not like I wanted to puke on him. Hurry, one more joke and we can start making out.” 

“Well, color me surprised.”

“How could you keep a poisonous snake so close by? I think a little more than that for sure.”

"He had a habitat. Nope, you’re wrong.” 

“Don’t tell this to Mindy. She will cry.”

“It’s only a game.” 

Cecelia, just stop talking for two seconds and listen––

Lets go.

So where were you again? 

Of course, I should’ve put two and two together! There was that rumour going around that you ate human flesh. I always wondered, how does it taste? I mean if it’s true of course.

That old rumour? It tastes like chicken, I got it online, and it was an Irishman that you surely didn’t know. I have a picture of him if you want to see it. 

“I would never date a guy like him. He’s a terrible person.”

“Aren’t you the girl that likes to see the best in everyone, or whatever?” 

“I…don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I guess? Maybe?” Peyton had never thought about it from his perspective, never considered that everyone else felt the same. With her secret about her son weighing her down, Peyton often felt like she didn’t related to anyone. She looked at the photo again before clicking off the screen and tucking the phone back in her pocket. “But you’re the President of Omega, isn’t college a cakewalk for you too?” she asked, changing the subject. After all, it was always easier to talk about someone else’s problems over her own. 

“Well, you can’t. That’s not how it works. Even if you could get it all back, you were a different person back then, so it wouldn’t be the same.” He mentioned with a tone of finality. Abexander could relate to Peyton’s struggle more than he had originally thought. Abexander’s teenager years were filled with adventures that never seemed to weight him down, but becoming an adult meant realizing that everything had consequences, and the only person that would be there to pay for them was himself. “If only being President of Omega Chi helped me with all aspects of life.” He shrugged lazily, but didn’t go into it any further. “Don’t worry, soon we’ll be out of college facing new bullshit and we’ll think our college years were the best time of our lives.” 

“I may have. I didn’t know we were allowed to have pets in campus, I wonder why I never heard of him before; What kind of snake is he? No they don’t. I bet you and I were very different.”

"We’re not. An Australian black snake. Yes, he might be poisonous. Only in what we were wearing maybe.” 

“Are you serious? Who would it be? Wait a second, you are not talking about Jake, right?”

He shook his head. "What if I was, though?”

Now how I can say no to it?

Alright. We leave Friday, then. You don’t have class that day, do you? 

“You smile, but not like this. Tell me, do you have a crush or something? You look as if you have cartoon heart eyes popping from your sockets.”

Hmmmm that seems tempting.Do I get to meet this famous chef?

I can make it happen. 

“Are you hitting on me now, Abexander?” she asked, a bit bashfully. “You know I’m not a pure and innocent soul, right? I’ve fooled around with Jake and I know you two are fraternity brothers. But it looks like you’ve got your eyes set on something you’re interested in? Tell me why you have that look on your face. I’ve never seen it before. Usually you’re all dark and brooding. This look doesn’t exactly look like the brooding Abexander that I know.”

"I’m well aware of who you are.” He didn’t mean that to sound creepy, but then again, he didn’t really mind what kind of vibes he put out. “You don’t know me well enough, I’m always dark and brooding no matter my facial expressions. What’s with all the questions? Can’t we just enjoy each other’s company without an interrogation?” 

I don’t know, what’s worse than running over a baby with a truck?

Having to wash it off your tire.