Sadistic

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It's as if everything started moving in slow motion, a very slow motion. Bekah walked into the movie theater with her best friend and twin brother and looked up towards the concession stand and his eyes met hers once more.

He stood there with no one by his side as he purchased a ticket for himself, but once he had turned around he regretted coming here. His eyes scanned the crowd of new fresh faces walking into the theater until his eyes landed on her familiar face and her gorgeous eyes, he quickly turned away and went on to see his movie as her and her small group of two moved towards the stand to purchase their own tickets for their own movie.

Devon hated the idea of having to ignore the two teenagers, but what else could he do? Try to explain himself, try to befriend them? Not hardly.

He sat alone in the theater as four different couples sat together in different locations and seemed all too in love and happy with one another, and Devon felt awkward.. He felt off and weird to be sitting here alone when he, himself wishes he had someone to share this movie with.

"Share the popcorn, Robot Robert!" And Robert cringed at the old nickname that his sister and her best friend gave him when they were kids.

"It's just Robert." Robert knew they were teasing him in a playful manor as he set the popcorn into his sister's lap who sat in between him and Amelia, he was in no way hogging it for himself. Robert felt his twin relax back and lay her head on his shoulder as she watched the movie start "Is this a chick flick?" Robert asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, it's called After. I heard it was based off of a Harry Styles fanfiction." Amelia whispered back making Robert groan as he really didn't care for love movies at all.

But while they watched that, Devon tried to focus in on his horror movie but yet he couldn't. His mind was racing, his thoughts were dark. He wiped the sweat on his palms out on his jeans as he refused to try and focus on the movie for a second longer, he sat back and gnawed on his bottom lip.

It was his bad habit.

His bad habit of pulling skin off of his bottom lip with his teeth and most of the time they would get to the point where they would bleed slightly. He hated this habit, and his bottom lip was just getting better. But, if he didn't chew on his bottom lip then he would tear up the inside of his cheek. His tongue slipped across previous scars from where he had ripped a little too much out of the inside of his cheek and he cringed lightly.

He bet that she didn't have this problem. Yes, her. He closed his eyes and thought back to his encounter with her earlier that day and remembers her telling him her name "Bekah" he wondered if it was short for Rebekah. It probably was he concluded as his jet black thick eyelashes fluttered up to his upper eyelids and he looked at the gorey scene unfolding in the movie.

Devon had a bad temper, and maybe horror movies weren't the best idea for him to watch. But his mother always told him;

"It's not the movies or the games, Dev. It's you and your choices."

She always spoke as if she was Yoda in disguise and sometimes Devon believed his mother had watched too much of Star Wars when she was younger. Devon let out a heavy sigh as his mind started to settle down.

Tomorrow was a new day.

And nothing said he had to talk to Bekah or Robert.

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