AN: I would like to write a little something for Bryce in 13 Reasons Why. Just a little something 🙂. By the way, this is not family friendly at all so yeah. I don't know what I made either lol.

It was 3 am at night and I was on my way to Bryce's house. That jock at our school, yeah. The 'king' of the school, the king of the halls... yeah that's him. What a piece of shit.

As I hide under his window, I get a bad taste in my mouth. Not from what I'm about to do, but I get that feeling from all the bad stuff he has done. He's a worthless piece of shit who deserves what's coming to him.

I chuckle. You're always making jokes with your jock beef cakes, mostly about girl's asses and how flat they are. Well, we'll see who's laughing now bitch. I chuckle again.

There was a ladder hanging against the bricks of the house, propping up on metal holders. I was quite strong for my age, so lifting the weight of the ladder wasn't a problem for me.

I stretched the ladder under Bitchyce's window to climb up the metal. It was easy for me to walk step-by-step. I tried to be as quiet as I could be since the little baby needed his beauty rest in his house. That will last forever once I'm done with him.

Once I got to the top of his window, I reached my fingers under the glazing and lift up. I do it slowly as to not wake him up. I do NOT want to get caught, well, even if I did I can just do it anyway.

It too bits and pieces to open the glazing, but I finally got it open. I slid myself through Bitchyce's window to see his ugly ass face in my files of vision.

I looked around to see a bottle of lotion standing tall on his night stand and his laptop playing another video on a porn sight no one has ever heard of. Ew disgusting. I'll be doing man kind a favor of forcing him out of this world.

I think it was time to wake him up, I'm sure he couldn't resist a woman in lingerie and... nothing else. Yeah. Totally. Nothing.

"Hey, Walker~" I touched his bed, trailing my hand on his knee. That woke him up instantly.

It took him a minute, since he's a dumbass, and then he looked up to see my figure in the darkness. He ignored the moans coming from his laptop, stunned by a girl actually touching his moldy bread skin.

Bryce purred my way. God, I wanted to throw up on his face so bad. "Oh~ coming back for more are we?" After he spoke, he guided my hand at the crotch of his pants. How pathetic. I could already feel a chubb in his pants, not to mention there was an immense amount of tissues in his trash can. No wonder this slug has never had any pussy.

"Yeah~. So how about less Talker and more Walker~," I crawl on the bed, squeezing the area of his now pent up flesh. What he did in return was to tilt his head at an angle, so he could get a better view of what skin was revealed. Bitchyce licked his sickening lips. Why would he think that looks attractive?

"If you give me a rub... I'll give you some length. Now what do you say?" His laugh burned my ears. It triggered a strong distress signal in my head, but that didn't matter to me.

"Mmm. Sounds good~" I pulled down his pajama pants a tiny bit, setting the tips of his region free. It might as well be his shaft from how tiny it was. Another reason for me to puke.

Bryce laughed again, lifting his shirt up. He was showing off his torso like I even cared. I didn't care. I don't care to please him.

"Start off slow," Bryce laughed again. For gods sake stop with your inhuman laugh before I do it right here and now.

"Sure... I'll give it to you slow," my index and thumb curves into a 'C', so I can wrap them around his tiny organ.

By the look on his face, it was excited. That excitement quickly faded when I ignored his wishes to go slow. No. I tricked him.

I rubbed him with all of my fingers instead of two, hiding my other hand behind my back. I jolted against the hardened flesh as fast as I could. I couldn't be any happier to hear his pleads to 'stop' or 'too ruff'.

I didn't listen. I kept going. You see how it feels you fucking bitch? You see what you out Jessica through? You see what a miserable fuck like yourself does to people? Well, I'm going to make sure that never happens again.

"What the f—" I grip his throbbing organ in my hand, twisting it to the side. He yelled like a little bitch, then I put my face closer towards his.

Behind my back, I pulled out a gun hiding inside my lingerie, watching him stare at it. His eyes was a mix of fear and pain. Exactly what I hoped for.

"Karma is a bitch," before the man under me could react, I pulled the trigger.

Straight through his head.

I smiled at his lifeless eyes once filled with many emotions. I did it.

"Hannah would be so proud... you're out of this world."

I pulled the trigger again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until there wasn't anymore bullets.