"Looks like you're his next victim."
"Jesus Nova, didn't your mum ever warn you about creatures like me?! I'm not good for you and I'll end up ruining you or killing you!"
He wasn't human. There was nothing human about him. His blood was cold and hi...
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"You know that I could use somebody You know that I could use somebody Someone like you"
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Nova
"You think this dress makes me look fat?" Judy nitpicks her lanky body in the baby blue dress that seems to easily stick to her perfect curves. I glance up from my book to meet her pout in her tall, gold-framed mirror that sits against her bedroom window. I frown and shake my head at her sudden insecurities wishing Judy could just see how hot she really looks. She could wear a brown sack and still look gorgeous. I seriously envy her.
"If you mean your ass, then yes," Mason pipes up as he emerges from the bathroom, swiftly walking past Judy and giving her round bum a slap. "Your ass looks great, you look great, babe. Why are you doubting yourself all of a sudden? Aren't you excited about tonight?" Mason frowns while searching through Judy's nail polish collection, letting out a hum of achievement once he finds the black bottle of polish.
I fold the page of my book and set it on Judy's nightstand before standing up and walking over to where Mason sits at the vanity, knowing damn well that he'll need help painting his left hand so his nails don't look like they were painted by a two-year-old. "I think you look really pretty, Jude," I give her a small smile through the mirror as she lets out a sigh before turning to the side to examine herself from another angle.
"I dunno, I just guess I'm nervous to see Zayn after the other night," she admits, shaking her head and finally deciding to walk away from the mirror to attach small gold hoops to her ears. "God it was so embarrassing. I don't even know if he'll show up tonight if I'm being honest," she huffs, causing me to crease my eyebrows together.
"Of course he'll show up. It's your birthday for goodness sake. I wouldn't stress too much, I'm sure he doesn't even remember," I try and console her, grabbing the brush from Mason's hands as he finishes painting his right hand.
"Yeah, besides, it was just one little queaf. At least it wasn't a fart in his face while he was going down on you," Mason shrugs, watching as I stop mid-stroke to glance up at him. I shake my head subtly trying to warn him to stop while he's ahead. Knowing how traumatized Judy was when she came home a few nights ago, I don't think she wants a reminder of what happened.
"It basically was! He probably thought that's what it was! God how the fuck am I going to show my face again?" she becomes flustered as she begins to mess with her chocolate brown hair, her caramelized skin becoming red from embarrassment.
