Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 53

EZRA

A week later, it's Halloween week, or I say the stupidest fucking holiday astound the year. I usually don't dress up because it takes me back to Skylar being alive and dressing up as a Disney princess every year, the last Halloween with her, she was Belle from Beauty and the Beast, which was her favorite movie begged me to be the beast.

"What's so funny?" Rachel asks, looking up when doing her makeup for her costume; I fixed my sleeve cuffs but didn't notice I was even laughing, "Nothing?". She stands up behind me, looks at me through the full-length mirror where she can see through my face I'm lying, "Tell me, please?" she begs. I sign of what to say, as I look into her face, she has to beg eyes, batting those long eyelashes underneath beautiful hazel eyes that always makes me melt like butter, "It's just something reminded me of Sky."

She nods slowly, "Oh! What reminded you of her?" I look over my shoulder, sign, "Halloween. It was her favorite holiday besides Christmas, and I haven't done anything for Halloween since she was gone. If there is a party, I will drink and just... never mind," I respond and almost admit that I would fuck some random girl.

Moments later, we start putting on the costume, and I feel like an absolute dork wearing a mask-like if I was going to masquerade ball; I glare at Rachel whose by the closet with a box in front of her, "What are these?" she asks, picks up one of the journals then I grab them away from her, "Ezra? What the hell?".

"Nothing, you just can't read them," I yell out to her because if she does, I will never be forgiven, but I don't deserve to be forgiven if she had read them.

"Why?" she wonders, looking at the black journals then back at me.

I sign, pinch the bridge of my nose, "Do you trust me?".

"Of course I do," she says with begging to tell her, but I can't do all I can do more and more is lie, "There is none of your business; there are just worthless journals, so stop it," I utter out and walk away.

...

An hour later, we arrived at the party that my old dorm was hosting it; the first look for the house, I knew it was going to the fucking place where anyone started having parties have started the trend or whatever shit to have sex with anyone anywhere. We walk in holding hands, Rachel's hand feels soft against my sweaty palm as the feeling of not wanting to be here, but I'm only here for her.

"RACHEL!" Abby shouts as running up to us with a drink in her hand and the other hugging Rachel like she's still her roommate, "I'm so glad you guys made it," she shouts again that I can smell alcohol on her breath so close amount the other things that smell in this place, "Yeah, I'm going to get a drink. Do you want one?" I ask Rachel, and she nods.

I walk around the place, go by the kitchen and start pouring in vodka, but all they have is strawberry vodka; I take a sip, then spit it out, "Ugh! That's disgusting," I mumble to myself, someone behind me takes my drink, and I turn around, Olivia drinking from my cup, "I have something more delicious than this," she tells me, I roll my eyes, "Fuck you!".

"You have already done that, but we can absolutely do it again upstairs," she sips it again with a smirk. If I weren't here with Rachel, I would probably be fucking her brains out upstairs since anyone fucks anyone anywhere in this place. Still, I deny the offer, "No thanks, so that I will grab another one," I grab another cup and pour the bottle, "Don't forget to get one for Miss little virgin but wait, it's probably her bedtime. Did daddy read her a bedtime story?" she teased, carelessly runs her fingers through my hair, I grab it, "Yeah, the story is called 'Olivia Wood is slutty ugly bitch'" I spit out as people start looking at us like if we were a couple. Still, she steps in front of me. "Hey! Hey! Where do you think you are going?" she wonders.

"Away from you," I bark out, shiver her out of my way, grab my drinks, and go back to the living room. As I'm getting there, I see Rachel taking a shot from a little blue shit glass filled with whatever alcohol, then set it down next to four other blue shot glasses and start laughing hysterically. Fucking great, she's drunk, "Ezra!" she shouts out as getting up before tripping over her feet, "No drinks for me," she whines; I help her get up and sit her down on my lap like a little kid on Santa clause; everyone is either playing foosball or taking pictures on the couches while being so high. Olivia stands up on a table, taps on her cup with her pointy fake nail, "Everyone in the room, listen up expert 'Freshmen,'" she pretends to cough when saying freshman, I swear she would be coughing if she says Rachel's name, "Let's play confession" she gets down, and sits down on the couch, " But oh wait for Rachel just remind you this is not twister," Olivia jokes.

"What? This is not a twister, and I didn't know. Let's play," Rachel sarcastically tells her, kissing my lips and slipping her tongue slowly in my mouth with the sweet taste, "Ew! Get a room!" Olivia yells out, and I stick my middle finger out at her as I continue tasting her vanilla-flavored lipgloss.

"Okay, lovebirds, let's play before I puke," Olivia yells again and makes a disgusted face, "Let's see whose first? Rachel?" she asks like she acts as if she's doesn't know what to ask then looks over to us. Fuck.

"Rachel, is it true that you got your ass beaten by an ex of yours last month?" She asks with a smirk; I see in Rachels face that's she's ready to puke but takes a big swallow, "No. How did you any of that stuff?" she wonders, moving her hand towards me. I squeeze it, "I have sorted, but you probably deserved it b you are miss virgin, oh look me, Ezra helps me because I have never seen a dick before," she baby talks to her then moves her tongue around to mock her.

Before I can even blink, Rachel is off my lap with a drink in her hand and pours it on Olivia's head, "You fucking bitch!" she yells, then slaps her across the face; Olivia gasps, shoved her onto the ground, "You whore!" Olivia screams out, pulls on her hair, and slams her on the floor. They keep screaming, so I quickly get up and try to pull Rachel off of her, "No! Let me finish her off," she screams out as I throw over my shoulder, "Come on, let's go," I tell her as heading upstairs.

"Fucking asshole!" Olivia screams out.

"Happy Halloween, whore" Rachel screams back, sticking out her middle fingers, "Oh, you have a nice ass," she tells me without knowing she's crying. Moments later, as going finding my old dorm room,  because it's locked, "Anyone in there, get the fuck out," I continually knock the door until someone opens up with a girl only wearing a towel, "Sorry, wrong room," I say and keep walking, "Hey lady, look at that piece of ass. I wanna bite it," she tells the girl as trying to grab it but can't. Thank god for my height, especially right now.

...

When getting inside the room, I place  Rachel on the bed and rush towards the door to lock it.

"That was so much fun," she laughs, rolls over on her stomach where her dress rises up to her ass that her underwear shows, and it's an itty bitty thong. I lick my lips, trying so hard to hide the growing bugle, and place my hands over it, "Raya?" I shout out when she has a drunken smile and her eyes so glossy; I look at her and realize I'm really starting to fall in with her.

"What?" she asks, looking behind her and noticing her ass is in the display, "Why checking out my ass?" she slightly moves her hips when propping her hands underneath her face, "I want it," I utter out without a breath or warning, Rachel looks at it, then back at me keeps up the pace of her hips just to torture me, "Well you sucks for you because you can't have it," she smirks then bites her lower lip.

This woman is going to be the fucking death of me that I can't take it anymore.