My Italian Nightmare

Chapter 24: Halloween

31st of October 2021

Of course Freyja had been a bit mad, in the end, because 'It's unfair that you get to fuck two of the hottest men on the planet and still debate if you should do it' – and 'How can you keep such important news from me?'; but in the end she had understood my motives and also admitted that my concerns were altogether valid. I reminded her that it was not simply about having sex or not but about the entire rat tail of getting mingled into the band affairs, having to keep secret about it, offending Teo and possibly creating more drama with Angelo.
"You're one hundred per cent right", she concluded after we had spread it all out, "it would be just as stupid as sleeping with Angelo in the first place. You shouldn't do it."
She had said that in a sincere voice, but her face had looked like she had just decided to miss out on winning a million dollars and was deeply regretting it. To be fair, I also regretted this rational, reasonable decision a bit, but I knew it would save me pain in the long run. Edoardo would have to find another groupie to have fun with, simple as that.
"And when are you going to tell him that?"

Yeah, that was a good question indeed. She had asked that at least five times since last Tuesday, and I always answered with: "Soon." I just knew, as soon as I would tell him about my decision, it would be final. I thought Edoardo would, as ever, probably just say something like 'Okay then, if that's what you want' and then never text me again. I knew other than Teo he wasn't interested in me as a person, so he wouldn't see any reason to stay in contact with me. And I wasn't ready to let this go yet. But I knew I would have to, soon. Not only for his sake, because I shouldn't let him think I was still thinking about it, but also for mine – because the longer I procrastinated finishing this thing, the longer I couldn't concentrate on other things or people – meaning Stephan of course. We had seen each other on campus during the week and Stephan didn't seem to be making things awkward in regard of the "difference of opinion" we had at our last date and I was extremely thankful for this. On the weekend, Nick, Freyja, Stephan and I had visited a bar and spent a great night talking, flirting, there had been some cheeky touching on the knee going on, but at the end of the night we had, just as last time, kissed and said good night. Freyja was still urging me to talk to him about how I wasn't able to form a relationship right now and that I didn't want to hurt him. "Soon", I had said again and felt awful about myself.
Now tonight was the night of the Halloween Party and all of my friends, plus Stephan, would be there. I was very excited about it and Freyja and I had been planning our costumes for weeks. Imagine a bunch of art students celebrating Halloween - the costumes were going to be extraordinary. Freyja and I being best friends, we had decided on doing a kind of couple costume - devil and angel. Admittedly a bit cliché, but we were going to give it extra spice. Because of my black and Freyja's bleached hair, I should have been the devil and Freyja the angel but we just laughed hard at this imagination. We would go with our vibes and although Freyja was the sweetest person to me and the best friend I ever had, her attitude made her fit in with a devil costume way better. Often enough, she was the little devil on my shoulder when she planned on doing spontaneous, crazy and sometimes borderline dangerous stuff. Sometimes I would have to stop her, reasoning that this wouldn't end well and sometimes I would just come along and nearly break my neck climbing over fences while being so drunk that I couldn't even walk straight.

When Freyja and I had finished putting on our costumes and makeup, we were simply amazed at how cool we looked. Freyja, who usually wore a lot of green, looked absolutely amazing in her red costume. She wore leather pants, platform boots with flames on it, a mesh shirt – she had put black tape over her nipples – and a harness on top of it. Her eyeliner was bold and fiery and her lips were also painted in a bright red shade. I couldn't stop looking at her and I was sure she would be one of the best-dressed people at the party tonight. Mmy outfit was much less fierce, but still very sexy. I wore a white lacy body suit, that looked half like a corset, half like underwear but not too revealing, white boots that went up to my knees and tights that were hooked with straps to the body. Large angel wings were attached to my back and I hoped they would survive the party, but I could imagine I would put them off later when we were dancing. Freyja had put glitter all over my hair and shoulders and of course on my eyelids and cheeks. I really looked angelic – well maybe a bit too slutty but I felt really good about my look.
"We're so sexy, we shouldn't be allowed in public", Freyja said and I laughed and nodded.
"Let's take some pictures?", I asked and Freyja clapped her hands together enthusiastically. We had a little photoshoot and I posted a mirror selfie with our outfits displayed. Then we packed our stuff to leave our flat and went on our way to meet in Nick's shared flat, where we would pre-game before going to the party. It was now around 7pm and we were planning on arriving at the club around 9pm.