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“Elaborate.” Nice ass aside, she’s beginning to show the temperament of her brother.
Just how much does she know about Priest?
Halen dances around the three of us, humming a tune.
Grabbing at the collar of my shirt, I head for the bathroom that’s nestled at the far end of the room.
“War, what do you say?” Her voice stops me. She knows what the fuck she’s doing.
I’mthe one who makes sure the train doesn’t derail.
I’m the one without bloodlust, or the prickly halo of a fallen angel. My damage is different from theirs.
Mine makes sure that if I get my fill, I don’t have to self-destruct.
The muscles on either side of my jaw bounce. “I think, that if you wanna make that mouth useful for something other than talking shit, you could just come slide it over my dick.” I throw open the door and loosen my belt.
The spray of water hits my face a moment later, my palm finding the wall as I angle my head beneath the scolding temperature. Tension tightens its knots in the deepest crevices of my body as my hand finds my cock. Gliding my thumb over the head, frustration oozes from me with a growl.
I’m a lost cause.
Halen
Music isthe binding agent to a decaying soul, and right now, there are many. All entrapped within sweaty bodies laden with alcohol and drugs. Some I don’t know, others I’d seen, but most of them are who we’re about to meet when we start college.
New paint glazes the halls of Riverside Elite University, suffocating the souls that cry for help. Beneath the glistening gold, it’s the decay of hidden secrets that fossilized over the years. We’d been waiting on Stella for a couple years before enrolling, and in a few months, it was happening.
The glass rests against the swell of my lips as a girl I don’t know grinds her ass into a shirtless guy wearing a Billy the Puppet mask.
When a shrill scream bathes through the music, I’m back on Billy the Puppet. She continues to dance around him, her nurse outfit glowing in the moonlight. Friday the thirteenth to us is just like Halloween, and we celebrate it every time. That means that every few months, we get our favorite holiday.
A date with the Devil.
“You should go rub up on that…” Stella’s head jerks to where I’m looking. My eyebrow perches at the boy on the floor at herfeet, along with the two at her back. Always busying herself with toys. Stella isn’t humble with her confidence. As soon as her feet touch the ground of whatever room she’s in, people fall to their knees. As shallow as it sounds, her beauty is the first thing you notice about her.
The second being her eyes.
We would joke about what kind of man she would settle down with. He would need to have the hostility of her dad to put her in place, but enough swagger to terrorize her with.
“Hmmm…” The couple don’t part, but the way the girl paws at Billy the Puppet makes it obvious who is thirstier for who. “I feel like I’d be doing her a favor. She wouldn’t know what—”
“Halen…” Evie warns from between my legs. She peers up at me behind a flutter of lashes. “Be nice.”
I raise my brows at my best friend. “Since when?”
Her head shakes side to side with a snort. “Keeping you in place in college is going to be fun.” Evie’s parents agreed to her starting with us. It allowed her to figure out her major, and decide what it is she wants to do going forward.
“I’m still annoyed that we have to attend at all.” River’s red bottoms flare against the tinted lights. I don’t have to know her to know why she’s hesitant to go. She’s not as obvious as her brother, but the wildness of Nate is strong. She just doesn’t show it. River’s the girl who steals every moment. With her long, beachy-blonde hair and flair for anything remotely artistic, she’s a force that takes whatever she wants, when she wants. The problem is, she never knows what she wants.
Or who.
“It’ll be fun. Think of it as a new playground,” Stella teases from the chair beside mine.
The two I’d been examining finally part. Her hand slips into his as she leads him toward the pool. Inflatable crows andsunbeds float around the mass of rowdy drunks, and achromic lights twinkle in the thick of Mom’s garden and trees.
The alcohol raging through my blood has me wobbling my way through people, as my untamed hair brushes my tailbone with every step. With “Toxic” by RealestK playing through the speakers, it’s obvious whose playlist we’re listening to.
My feet stop at the edge of the pool, where Billy the Puppet and his friend are chatting. He’s a foot taller than me, but that’s not hard to be when you’re five-foot-whatever.
