Pretty Boy

Chapter XIX: Death by devotion

It wasn't like she was devoted to him or anything, she just thought he was cool. He opened the car door for her. Such a gentleman, she thought. She sat and waited as he made his way around the car to the driver's side. It was freezing, she exhaled, creating a short lived cloud in front of her. A chill ran down her back as he shut the door. He started the car and turned on the heat. "Alright- let's get warmed up-" He said, warming his hands with his mouth. She adjusted the air vent and put her palm up to it. He put his hand on her thigh. "What do you say we get in the back?" He said, clenching his fingers tighter around her. "I got blankets back there- we'll get warmer-" She looked out of the frosted window, she couldn't see anything but the blurred lights coming from inside. He moved his hand lower into her crotch. She grabbed his hand roughly. "What's the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled. She removed his hand and grappled for the door handle, she pulled it. Locked. "Oh no- you can't do this to me-" He said. She looked at him, she could feel a tear welling in her eye. "What? What did I do?" Scarlett interrogated, letting go of the handle. "You grinding all up on me, kissing me-" She cut him off before he could say any more. "Look- I think you're pretty cool... if you could just please unlock the door-" She said. "Why should I?" She looked at him. Dead in the eye. "Fuck you," she said through clenched teeth. A tear fell down her cheek. "Yeah fuck me! Right fuck me- you know what!? Fuck this!" He yelled as he grabbed her and spread her legs. "Get the fuck off of me!" She screamed as she pushed him off. She pressed herself against the door, panting. He held his face. "Fuck!" She screamed, holding his eye. "You bitch! You scratched my fuckin' eye!" He winced in pain. He unlocked the car. "Get the fuck out of my car. Another tear fell. She grabbed the handle and pulled, she fell out, forgetting she was pushed up against it. The ground was frigid, it stung when she hit the ground. He reached across the console and closed the door. She looked back as he started the radio, and drove off.
Ollie followed his companion for the night everywhere he went, the room seemed to spin... they tended to do that a lot recently. "You wanna go somewhere more private?!" The man yelled over the music. "Sure!" Ollie yelled back, not even knowing what he said or what he was being asked. He followed him through the crowd, up the steep stairs to the second floor. They turned the corner into a small bathroom. The man closed the door behind them. Ollie stared into his hazel eyes, oh what a night it was.
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Scarlett made her way back to the house, chilled to the bone. She felt as if she had been stabbed in the gut. She stumbled through the front door. "Ollie!" She screamed as she made her way around a group of people crowded around the foyer. "Have you guys seen a guy- wearing a crop top- and a flannel kind of pull over thing?" she asked as calmly as she possibly could. "I think he went upstairs." One of them said, as they pointed her towards the staircase. "Thanks," She said shakenly. She felt her phone buzz as she made her way towards the stairs. She dug in her pocket and pulled out her phone. It was a message from her mother.

Where the hell are you?

Another one appeared on her screen.

You better be home in 30

She sighed and started up the stairs again.

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Ollie leaned against the wall nearest to the sink, the man had his arm above him, leaning right next to him. "You're cute, you know that?" He said to Ollie. Ollie blushed and looked down, his vision was blurring. The man grabbed the chain around Ollie's neck,at the end hung a small crystal. "That's cool" Ollie looked up at him and smiled. He couldn't do anything else. Ollie began to fiddle with the chain. "It's rose quarts," Ollie said with a smile. "Well- it looks good on you..." The man began to laugh, Ollie joined in. A knock was heard at the door. "Occupied!" Ollie shouted. "Ollie is that you?" Scarlett said from the other side of the door. "No- No Ollie in here!" He yelled back. The man began to kiss his neck. Ollie laughed. "Ollie open the goddamn door!" Her arm was shaking as it hit the wooden door. Ollie scoffed. "Sorry," he said as he left the man's embrace to answer the door. He cracked the door open only enough to peer his head through. "What are you doing? I've been trying to find you-" She rambled. "I thought you were with Peter the pumpkin eater-" Ollie said with a glazed over look in his eye. "Are you drunk?" She asked. "No- I don't drink- just like you don't smoke-" He said with a smile. She was anything, but amused. "We have to get an uber home- my mom wants me home- like now"
"I'm in the middle of something- so why don't you just hitch a ride with Peter I'm sure he'd be so glad to have such a well put together bitch-" He said, his eyes full of disregard and contempt. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asked. "I don't have to deal with this right now-" He said as he began to close the door on her. She pushed the door back, revealing the man in the corner of the room. "Ollie- we're going home- now!" She reached for his arm. He jolted it away. "Don't touch me," Ollie said. She stared at him intensely. "Chill," The man said as he rested his head on Ollie's shoulder and began to play with his ear lobe. "Fine," She sighed heavily. She turned around and walked out, closing the door behind her. Ollie turned around to face the man. "What's your name?" Ollie questioned. "Does it really matter?" the man said in reply. "I guess not-" Ollie said. The man leaned in and kissed him firmly. He pushed Ollie up against the wall, slipping his hand under his shirt. Ollie panted as he began to undress. The man took his shirt off and made his way to the half bath half shower near the toilet. Ollie followed as he took off his pants. The man kissed him again, this time slipping his hand down Ollie's underwear. It was all a blur to him. He didn't know, nor did he realize that he was just about to kiss his innocence goodbye.