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Spraying my perfume, I turn, grabbing the orange and black invite that is sitting on my nightstand and head out the door.
Nerves drum through me as I step closer towards the school entrance. I have no idea how Hallow pulled this off but she has done an amazing job.
The school has lights up giving it an eerie feel, along with huge smoke machines that have put a certain mist across the green lawn leading up to the entrance.
Skeletons, ghosts and ghouls hang from any part she can get them and excitement laces my nerves and excitement courses through me.
The music is loud and the school is brimming with bodies all dressed up. Some in typical slut fashion, others in pure horror style and then you have the masked men.
“Hartley!” Hallow calls out as I walk down the spooky locker hall and I see her standing there, arms wide, dressed in a black, skin-tight bodysuit and killer black heels that make her long, slim legs look even longer. She has cat ears sitting pretty on the top of her head, and long, brown tumbling curls that fall past her waist.
She is standing next to three masked men.
Ghostface.
Phantom of the Opera.
And Guy Fawkes.
I feel the tension brewing, their stance tall and protective over their girl.
We’ve all heard it.
We’ve all heard about Hallow and her boys.
Brody’s best friends.
“Hey,” I smile, waving my hand as I stop in front of her.
“Loving the fit… I’m sure Brody will too.” She winks and my insides burn with want and need.
“Thanks,” I smile brightly and push past them ignoring the feel of the boys’ eyes on me.
I keep walking, following the sound of the music and walk into the gymnasium of the school where bodies are dancing, kissing and fucking.
Yes.
I said the latter.
It’s like a full-blown sex party.
I glide through the room unnoticed and hover by the punch bowl.
“Thirsty?” a pretty brunette girl asks, dressed as an angel with the devil cuffed to her wrist whose lips are tracing across her neck.
I nod as she plunges the ladle into the blood-coloured alcohol and pours it into a large plastic cup.
“Brody is looking for you,” she gives me a smirk and I look at her confused for a moment until I recognise her.
“Lauren,” I beam, and suddenly I feel a little out of place being surrounded by old students. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here.
I snatch the drink from Lauren and give her a nod before lifting the cup to my red lips and taking a huge mouthful then wince.
Wow.
That’s strong.
I head to the back of the room and stand in the darkness as I watch the party unfold in front of me and suddenly, I am nervous again. I have no idea what Brody will be wearing but one thing I know for certain.
