I don't waste time jumping into the shower. I make sure the curtain is pulled shut, yet I can't shake off my anxiety. What if she just wants me to get naked so she can steal my clothes and leave me here? She's done it before.What if she pulls the curtain open and snaps pictures of me to spread around? What if she just wants to beat my bare body to a bloody pulp and kill me before dumping my unrecognizable body in the woods. Murder seems pretty popular these days. And if the rumors about her and the guys are true, it wouldn’t be the first time, either.I'm back in a corner the entire time, expecting the curtain to be ripped away. After a while, though, I'm able to relax and enjoy the hot water sprouting from the shower head above me. I scrub the blood off until my skin is raw. I turn the water off, and jump when her hand sticks out through the curtain, a towel clutched in her hand. I stare at the black nail polish on her finger nails. “Thanks,” I murmur. “No problem,” she responds
Ivy isn't lying when she said her gym clothes will be tight on me. Having a slightly thicker build than she does, her clothes hug me tight. Her gym shorts stop above mid thigh and I'm surprised I don't have a camel toe. The white t-shirt is skin tight, making my breasts look bigger than they are. I almost ask her if she has a sweater to hide my figure, but I think she's helped out enough. I don't want to seem ungrateful. Working up the courage, I step out of the girls’ locker room. I find her leaning against the wall, phone in her hands. Seeing me she pushes off it and takes me in with a smirk."It's not too tight is it?" she asks, an eyebrow raising."Umm, it's better than pig blood drenched clothes." I smile sheepishly, shoulders shrugging.She sighs, "True. Come on. I'll take you home." She turns and leads the way with me following behind her.It's quiet as we walk, and I don't mind as I think about the previous events. By tomorrow everyone in school will have that video of me be
Kingston still types away at his phone, Stone continues to sneak glances at me from the rear view mirror, and Ivy looks excited at the idea of having me there.I shake my head. "I don't think I should. I've never been to one of Stone's parties. I heard they get wild." I smile with tight lips, eyes glancing at the guy mentioned. "Come on, you have to come," Ivy pleads, bottom lip jutting out. My eyebrows raise in surprise.I'm about to protest again when we pull up to grandma's house."You owe me for helping you," Ivy barters, her hand grabbing my arm. "This can be your payment back." I bite my lip, suddenly suspicious of their intentions. Ivy never helped me until now. Even after seeing me walk home with paint dripping off my clothes, she didn't do anything. Why did she decide to help me now? Of all times? And why does she want me to go to the party? We weren't friends, and her helping me doesn't make us friends. They have something planned to humiliate me. They don't humiliate
I am good. I followed the rules, always did my best, and yet one bad thing after another happens to me. And yet my father, a bad man, is alive while nearly half a dozen people lay six feet beneath the earth for being good.How does this make any sense? How is this God's will? Why does God punish the good?Fuck God’s will. Fuck God in general.Didn't I make it clear that I don't want to hear from him anymore? That I want nothing to do with him, or anything remotely related to him?"What are you going to do with it?" Grandma asks softly. She leans against my dresser, chewing on her inner cheek."I don't know," my voice cracks. I tilt my head back to look at her. "Did he send you one too?"Her lips pinch together with a shake of her head.After she leaves, I end up staring at it longer than I wanted to. I curse when a tear falls down my cheek. I hastily wipe it away and scoff. Out of everyone, he doesn't deserve any tears. Yet despite my thoughts, they continue to fall. I open my side
His lips tilt up into a sneer, blue eyes narrowing as he takes in my summer dress. "You disappoint me, Ariella." He tuts at me like I'm in trouble. "What happened to wearing something tight? Kingston will not be pleased."I flush red, shifting to put most of my weight on my left leg as I pop my hip out. "I don't have anything tight." I shrug, eyes darting to the party happening behind him. He nods and shrugs. "Looks like I owe Ivy ten bucks." I frown at him, taking in the way his messy blond hair looks perfect, "Are you guys betting against me?" "Would you get mad if I said yes?" He steps off the front porch and walks towards me. When he's standing in front of me, I tilt my head back so I can look at him. He's so fucking tall. My gaze drifts to his biceps, then his chest. If I spilled a drink on him, would he take it off? My breath hitches, skin lighting up when he curls a strand of my hair around his index finger. He gives it a firm tug, causing a dull ache when he pulls it hard
"How about a game?" He asks when I don't say anything, eyes still glued to the dildo wearing unicorn. Only when he's out of sight do I turn my attention back to Kingston. "Huh?" "Wanna play a game?" He chuckles, hand reaching up to tuck a strand of brown hair behind my ear. I suck in a breath when his warm fingers graze my cheek."I don't want to end up with a dildo on my forehead." I giggle with a shake of my head. His green eyes light up at the idea. Fuck, he's so beautiful, it's unfair. "As entertaining as that sounds, we don't have to play dare.""No?" I ask with furrowed brows. "What kind of game then?" I force myself to look away. I find myself staring at two guys making out on the other side of the room. My eyebrows raise in surprise. Being part of the LGBTQ+ community is a huge no-no in Bethany. My eyes dart to Kingston in question. When he sees what I was staring at, he laughs."Never seen two dudes make out before?" He asks, voice curious. I shake my head, eyes darting ba
I stop at the edge of the crowd, eyes searching for a girl with black hair. I find her against the wall, talking to a guy. I rush to her and drag her away, ignoring her protests. I stop in the middle of the floor, surrounded by all the other bodies. I turn to face her with an excited smile on my face, and I start to dance. I don't ever get to do this. I don't go to parties and drink. I don't dance. And I'm forever regretful for not going sooner. I wave my hands in the air, fingers wiggling. I have amazing spirit fingers. "Are you drunk?" Ivy laughs. She starts to sway her hips, her arms raising, and she looks sensual. The twinkle in her eyes is mesmerizing, and she seems so different from her usual self. More lively.Her allure is instant, and it's no wonder she went from dancing with a female to talking to a male. "Yes! I played beer pong with King!" I shout. I turn around and start to grind my hips into hers, just as I saw her doing with the other girl earlier. Ivy's hands fin
I remember the way Kingston stared at Ivy and me, the dark look in Stone’s eyes."Wha-" my sentence is cut off with a moan."Such a pretty sound from even prettier lips," Haeden murmurs. He bites and sucks on my neck some more, the assault sending shivers of pleasure through me."What’s happening?" I gasp out, my head tilting back against the fence."You shouldn't have come to this party, Ariella. I'm going to devour you." A shiver runs down my spine at the darkness that drips from his tone.Before I can open my mouth, maybe say something to embarrass myself, we hear a crash and a shout sounds from inside Stone's house."God damn it," he grumbles, pulling away. He grabs my hand and drags me behind him back towards the party. "Come on." Dazed and breathless, I follow him.When we're inside, there's a circle that’s formed in the living room."Get off me you crazy bitch!" A girl screeches from within. "How many times do I have to tell your skanky ass?" I gasp at Ivy's familiar voice. H