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I make sure to avoid Ryder after she leaves. Hiding in my room, I turn on the music and wait for her message. It doesn’t take that long, and fifteen minutes later, my phone buzzes with a new notification.
Bree: I got home, Pasta boy. Thanks for the invite. I had a lot of fun.
Her brief message is enough to make me smile. I’m about to reply when another notification comes in. Curiosity spreads through my system when I identify her username tagging me in a photo. I decide to see it before I text back.
If I was smiling before, now I’m sure that I look like a maniac staring at the phone. Bree posted the photo that Ryder took in the kitchen, but it’s the caption that has me floating all over the place.
Best pasta in town with my boys.
Chapter Fourteen
Ryder convinced me to go to a sorority party on Halloween. A similar one to the disastrous one where Stanley and I officially met.
My roommates are also persuaded, mainly because this includes a free pass to consume alcohol, and because Ryder knows how to convince people. Ash was going to attend anyway, not because she’s a party girl, but because she’s partially associated with the sorority that’s throwing the fest.
Ryder is pretty persuasive and persistent when he wants something, and by that, I mean that he kept bugging me for two hours until I finally caved in. Honestly, the jerk used the “I’m one of your boys” card, and I couldn’t refuse.
Part of me regrets writing that caption, while the other doesn’t mind because he’s a nice guy and a good friend. Both Stanley and Ryder are.
Surprisingly enough, I like Stanley’s presence and spending time with him for stuff that isn’t related to college or the class that we’re close to failing. If I have to repeat the course, I still got something good out of it, but I don’t want to think about my classes.
The only thing that matters tonight is the costume party. The one that threatens to be a bad idea. I’ll go anyway because my judgment is never the best. I’ve already spent hours getting ready. Ash had the magnificent idea to have matching costumes, and I suggested to honor the nickname that Stanley gave me.
That’s why I have devil horns on top of my head.
This costume is probably the most basic thing I’ve ever done in my entire life, but this is a night where it doesn’t matter if you dress up as something cliché. What counts is that you have fun and take bomb photos. It’s one of those nights in the entire year where there are no restrictions; when you have the freedom to do whatever you like and be whoever you want.
Tonight, I leave behind my hoodie and leggings. Instead, I’m wearing a short and tight red skirt that barely covers my ass, and a crop top of the same color that makes my inexistent boobs say “hello”. The little cleavage cuts deep between my tits with a perverse invitation to look at them. Mesh stockings hug my legs, disappearing in my black high-heeled boots.
Ash helped me with the makeup because I’m not the best at combining colors and eyeshadows, so I let her handle it. She did a splendid job with burgundy shadows and a black liner that turns my hazel eyes into feline ones; my glare is fierce, passionate, and intense. My lips end up painted in a provocative bloody red shade.
For the first time in a while, my hair is straight, and the devil horns stand out.
Ash is dressed up as a devil too. Unlike me, she’s not wearing a skirt, but a skin-tight red dress with cleavage on her back; her smooth skin is an inviting desire to those who watch her. My best friend is a goddess on Earth, and everyone looks like a peasant next to her.
Cora and Karma are our perfect counterparts, her angel costumes being a contrast to our devil ones. The truth is that they do seem like ones at first sight. Considering that Ash and I are always wreaking havoc, theyareangels. However, they may look like saints, but they’re both capable of raising more hellfire than we do.
“When are they picking us up?” Ash asks, putting her horns on top of her head.
The costume suits her better thanks to her snow-white skin and her raven hair, compared to my olive skin and dark brown hair. It won’t be a surprise if Ash ends up with a few phone numbers or even a hookup tonight. If I wasn’t into jerks as much as I am, I’d probably try to have something with her.
“They’re on their way,” I reply as I confirm the last message that Stan sent me.
The only condition that I had for tonight was that they had to be our designated drivers to enjoy the party without worrying. Stanley didn’t complain about enduring a night without drinking. Ryder put up a little resistance at first but agreed to keep himself to a three-beer limit.
Cora and Karma have been ready for a while now, wearing white dresses and halos on their heads. They’re in the living room with their phones, completely ignoring our presence. Halloween is not their favorite holiday, but it’s something that we agreed on doing since we started living together. In the end, we’re always complaining about going to parties, and we end up not wanting to come back to the apartment.
I have my hopes up for today.
“We need to take a couple of photos before they get here,” I tell them, reaching for my camera on the table of the living room. The timer is already configured so I can have time to pose with them.
This is one of those occasions where I’m grateful that our apartment isn’t decorated because the light gray wall is perfect for a background. It’s the designated area where my tripod sits. As I set up the camera on the tripod, the girls make their way to the wall, talking about the positions they want. When they figure it out, I press the button and run to strike a pose that matches theirs.
We take a bunch of photos. There’s a couple where we’re all serious with our best bitch resting faces. In others, we’re smiling and making funny faces with diverse poses. Karma sits on the floor with an extended leg, and the other flexed, supporting her weight with both palms resting on the floor. Cora opens her mouth, her hand almost reaching her lips, acting surprised. I bite my bottom lip as I wrap a leg around Ash’s hip, and she grabs a handful of my ass.
The doorbell interrupts our session.The boys are here.
“Yo voy!” Karma offers and stands up so fast that I’m shocked that she didn’t fall.
