Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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H A L L O W E E N
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I feel exposed. Naked. Almost downright slutty.
Ugh, why did I have to listen to Demi?
"Stop fussing," she pushed my hands away from my costume. Groaning in frustration, my arms fell to my side.
The vibrations of the music thumped loudly beneath my feet, covered in the tall black leather boots I had on. I was now certain that dressing like Cat Woman wasn't the best idea. My once red dreadlocks were replaced by the natural color of jet black, loose down my back. The sequined lace black mask with the funny cat ears, and the painted black triangular nose and dotted whiskers also complimented my costume. The leather was tight on my body, hugging me in places that I was not used to.
Sighing, I pulled at the thin leather jacket. "Let's get drinks."
Demi smiled, linking arms with me. "That's the spirit."
The dim mansion was full of people. Some from Durant and many from other schools I didn't know. Some even looked like college students. Not that I'd be surprised. This was a Halloween party, thrown by the high and mighty social king himself.
Mercer Petrov.
The soulless, yet sexiest, built, man I've ever laid my eyes on. Such a beautiful face with a hideous personality.
"Vodka or beer?"
I frown. "Punch."
Demi laughed, amused. "Live a little, Gen."
As if I didn't hear familiar sayings. Whenever a person tells you that, you end up doing something you'll regret in the end. Possibly humiliating yourself.
Pulling me over to the drink table, she grabbed hold of a red plastic cup before going over to the nicely stacked vodka bottles with dark art on them. Creepy looking shapes if you asked me. And the skulls didn't make it look any more pleasant.
Demi poured herself and I a drink before handing me the red cup.
"Is it a flavor?" I asked her, holding the edge to my nose and sniffing.
