Unpredictable

Chapter 26: Halloween Fest

I know, I know, but I just couldn't have my readers sit out on the oh-so-cliche Halloween Fest, thrown at the best partier ever's house (you know, besides Lydia Martin - shoutout to all my TW fanpeople)! SO, here's Halloween Fest, given to you from Evie Evans' point of view (as declared below).

Evie's POV

I finished up Violet's eyeliner, hoping she didn't get taken advantage of, and grinned at her. The free-spirited 15-year-old stood up and looked at the vanity, and I knew if her makeup wasn't slutty enough, she'd have me redo it.

How did I know that, you may ask?

I'd already done it twice.

"Perfect," declared Violet. "I love the white liner."

"Finally," I said dramatically, feeling like I was going to get drunk tonight. I was planning to stay over at Ty's house, yes like that, we weren't nuns, for crying out loud. Well, I mean, I was a slutty angel, but, well, there were worse things to be.

Georgia looked hot in her cowgirl outfit, though Ricky had disapproved of the short skirt, and Lina looked absolutely smoking in her Halloween costume from hell.

I loved us. The only thing that could make us better would be Sophie, but Dylan was with her, so it was cool. We piled in my convertible, making sure to take a selfie first to send to Sophie, and then drove to Ty's mansion.

I knew Ty would have found dates that would keep my girls safe, so I found Ty, sitting alone out by his covered-up pool. He grinned when he saw me.

"You look perfect, babe," he smiled at me. "Absolutely perfect."

My lips met his, and as I ground my waist against his, Ty pressed me against him. Ironically, he'd put on a red button-up and dark red pants, clearly attempting to dress like the devil. I had a feeling Sophie had sold me out, but right now I didn't particularly care.

I could feel his erection against me. A few months ago, by this point, I would've been soaked already. Why wasn't I soaked now?

I hadn't told Sophie this, but one of the reasons I wanted to sleep with Ty tonight was because maybe then, it would get rid of all my insecurities about him. Maybe then, I'd feel...well, I'd feel something. The thing Ty apparently felt, judging by the way he was already pressing against me.

"Come on," I murmured. "Let's go dance."

Ty smirked against my lips, and our hands joined together, I led him to the dance floor, where couples were happily grinding against one another. I quickly made us one of them, and no one dared to whistle at Ty's girl.

No one ever had. In fact, all of the guys were looking the other way, refusing to make eye contact with me. It was a house rule. But I did notice some the girls - a gender Ty had never bothered to warn - watching me with hungry eyes.

Focus on your boyfriend, you little angel.

After a few dances, including the classic "Heads Will Roll," by Yeah Yeah Yeah (my pick) and "Thriller," by Michael Jackson (Ty's pick), we made our way over to the alcohol. I knew perfectly well that none of the fosters were supposed to be doing alcohol, and they were being surprisingly obedient. Well, all except for Georgia, the newly no-longer-a-foster, who was doing shots next to...

"Ethan?" I asked, surprised. Honestly, I was happy that he had come, even if he was wearing his old cowboy costume from last year. He looked fairly amused at Georgia's antics, while Violet was looking on jealously.

God, she was only fifteen, and...yeah, okay, I'd been pretty bad when I was fifteen. Never mind.

"Hey, Eves," Ethan said. "Turns out Tanya's not pregnant, after all. The doctor said it was a hysterical pregnancy."