his angel

3. darling

~ octavia ~

"you look like a slut, i love it!"

wiggling my eyebrows, "only for you my dear adora!" i joke.

"you have the most slappable ass, i'm not joking, it's so round and luscious", she waves her hands likes she's round-housing my ass.

did she slip drugs in her coffee?

"yeah okay, calm down, you're totally in love me me! anyways, i'm starving, sushi?"

"oh fuck me, yes! you read my mind you little psychic!" she grins standing up cackling like a witch, evil bitch she is.

"let me change, i'll be right back", i close the door of the change room. this dress is gorgeous. slipping it off, i change back into my clothes.

octavia.

octavia.

octavia.

startled i look up, i'm alone. who said that? "adora did you call for me?"

"no, but hurry up, i need to pump a sushi baby in me bitch!"

strange.

brushing it off i open the change room door, turning around to close it only to look into a figure in the mirror. staring at me, black eyes, black hair, black robe, it's floating.

"what the fuck", i quickly close the door, "did you just fucking see that?"

"see what? are you okay?" she opens the change room door but there's nothing. nothing.

i'm going crazy.

"never mind, i thought i saw something." i did see something.

"adora! are you even listening?" shit.

"uh, yes?"

"i hate you, anyways, as i was saying, there's a bonfire in the woods tonight, wanna come?"

"yeah, why not, booze?

"octavia, darling, would i attend a bonfire if there was no alcohol? no, don't be so daft", she rolls her eyes and laughs.

little alcoholic.

shut up, i can't talk...

"i need to pee, get me some rice paper rolls please, i'll be there in a sec!" walking into the bathroom i find a stall and let the stream falls, god i've been holding that for yonks.

*thud, thud, thud*

adooraaaa.

adora.

"hello? who's there?" i quickly finish and open the stall door, no one. what the fuck?

i'm going crazy, did i accidentally take molly this morning?

i wash my hands, looking in the mirror, in the stall, someone's there. it's the black figure.

blink.

gone.

what on earth?

getting on the floor i look under stalls, there's no one. it's just me. it's just me. no one else, i'm imaging things.

i feel a vibration in my pocket, "where are you dumb bitch? don't fall down the toilet x - adora". i wasn't even gone that long, impatient bitch. leaving the bathroom totally dismissing the thought of the strange occurrence.