Black Cat Origins

Chapter 7

For a couple of months, the two were inseparable, Felicia and Ryan were always seen holding hands, kissing softly, having a moment that always seemed to only contain the pair. But, there was a sinister notion lurking under the couple, the scene neither of them were connected with. Everyone was doing it, but Felicia was one of those girls that wanted to wait, until she was with the one. Ryan, however, had other ideas. He wanted to bed this extraordinary girl, and tried to nidge her into his ways at any time they had alone. A hand slipping too far one time, maybe an undone shirt the other. He could not understand her need to wait. He was the best she was going to get, right?! He was becoming extremely frustrated, but he persevered. He was going to have her, one way or another. This thought became an obbession. Texts and phone calls throughout the day, checking she was okay, checking on who she was with, what she was doing. More and more texts returned, letting him know she was fine, she was with Abi, or Sandra, and they were doing some boring sum in maths, or reading a passage in English. She did not fully comprehend his texts, but with any fresh couple, she was looking through rose tinted glasses, and thought he was being more attentive than normal.. and that was soooo cute.  

When the group of jocks and cheerleaders went out, each couple were always dressed fantastically for the occasion. All of them thought they were dressed to kill, dresses on so tight, suits taliored just so. And while Felicia did not feel the same way, she could not help being swept up in the part with her two girlfriends. And tonight was no exception. They sat in Felicia's house, her mother popping in on them from time to time to check the three older girls were okay, but all in all let them get on with it. Sandra twisted the blonde's hair up, clipping into place as Abigail straightened up a stray of lipstick on ther same woman's lips. "Perfect!" They squealed, as they finally let the girl look into the mirror. Wow. She could hardly recongise herself. smokey eyeshadow lit up her emerald eyes like a explosion of fireworks, her jawline defined with high cheekbones and hint of blush, leading down to her favourite shade of pale pink lipstick. "I look great! Thanks girls." She said, turning to look at them, how were also decked to the nines in dresses and beautifully applied make up. "No thanks needed girl, you know friends do anything for friends." Abigail winked at the blonde, before nudging her out of the seat so she could re check her hair for the sevenish time that evening. Sandra moved Felicia to the dress set up on the bed. "It's not your usual, but we thought Ryan needed a treat." A tight, black and white number lay on the covers. "Are you sure?" She looked worried at the prospect at being in such a tight dress. "Sure girl!" The voice of Abigail appeared on the other side of her. "If you wear that, we won't get you to wear the high heels we also brought for you." She sighed at the blackmail, before shrugging off the dressing gown to put on this ridiculous dress. 

With the club being only a small walk away from the house, the girls headed out, with Felicia's mother waving them off, a fond smile at watching her daughter do what she used to only a couple of decades ago. The three women giggled and chatted about what was going to happen tonight as thier legs led them into town to meet thier prospective men. "So, FeeFee.. What the story with you and Ryan? Done the deed yet?" Abigail chuckled as she asked the blonde girl, who blushed a little as she stammered out a response. "N-No, we haven't yet. I don't plan to until marriage." The two other girls nodded, but Sandra butted in. "But, everyone is doing it girl! But good on ya for waiting.. I still think it's silly though.." Felicia looked down and said nothing else. Abigail and Sandra continued on, chatting about they had done with thier men and what she was apparently missing out on. She just blushed and said nothing. Who knew that's what her friends were doing?! Why could they not wait for when they were truly in love with someone? She did not get to think over it much longer as the club's neon lights lit up her eyes and drew them forwards into it's dark depths.