The Decuplets

Ella's Halloween Night 1

Ella

Halloween Night 1.

It's a big night for the two of us girls. We decided last minute to be devils because we are feeling like it tonight. After the whole mall + fake bitches situation, all self-respect has gone out the door. All the two of us want tonight is for our mischief and schemes to run rampant.

The final touch to our costumes was red lipstick. Scarlett applied it to my lips with great precision, ignoring the fact that it might just end up all over my face if tonight goes as planned, as will hers. I pocketed the tube knowing I would need a makeup refresh later on.

I can't lie, we looked good. We had tight red glitter corsets, thigh high black socks with bows, little red ears, and thin winged red eyeliner. And of course, our piercing red lips. Oh boy are we going to seduce tonight!

Before we left, Scarlett stopped me with a serious and tender look on her face. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? I would understand if you have...other things you want that this could mess up."

I gave her a suspicious look. What in the world is she talking about? "Is this about Cam? Because I am totally not worried that he'll never speak to me again. I thought I made that obvious."

"No, um, someone else," she flashed a nervous and comforting smile.

"I don't know who else there is. I promise, Scar. This plan is perfect." She nodded and we were off.

The whole family split into a couple cars to head to the party, our car being Brandon, Gabe, Noah, and Corey. 

Brandon furrowed his brows as soon as he saw the two of us. "You guys have really outdone yourselves."

We smirked. "We did," I replied shortly.

"Okay well...get in the car, I guess." I could tell Brandon was itching to tell us to change.

On the way there, Scarlett and I took at least 7 shots each, leaving rings of red on the shot glasses. Pink glittery cups I had bought in Vegas that said "Bitch 1" and "Bitch 2."

"Pace yourselves, ladies," Corey teased, pretending to pull the vodka bottle from our hands.

"Never," we said in unison.

We walked into the house and marveled at the decorative spiderwebs stretching the entirety of the ceiling. The drinks were blood red and often flavored in apple or strawberry. Scarlett and I shot each other knowing looks—this was going to be fun.

We immediately went off in search of our boys. I waved Scarlett a goodbye and a planned time to meet up. Neither of us wanted this to take long.

I wove through the crowd, having no idea what to expect for his costume until I stumbled upon a farmer. Is he serious?

"Hey, Trevor," I said with a tight-lipped smile. 

As he turned around, his eyes lit up. "Hey, Ella! What's up?"

"Well, I was just feeling lonely, and I wanted to know if you would like to go on a walk or something. How does that sound?"

"I'm down. Where to?" I grabbed his hand and led him aimlessly. 

"You know, I think about you a lot," I murmured as I squeezed his hand.

"I think about you a lot, too, El."

"I'm sorry I broke things off. You know, I'm just not ready to commit. But I do really like you."

"And you're holding my hand." He leaned in closer to my face.

"Would you be okay with something that was just a one time thing?" I asked with big doe eyes. My body now pressed up on his, I used my free hand to move up and down his bicep. This is gross.

"Yeah I'm good with that. Let's get out of here." We went upstairs in search of an empty room, only finding a bathroom. I led him in. Let's just get this over with.

I sat on top of the counter and pressed my lips upon his, trying not to physically cringe. I worked quickly, not stopping for anything in the world, dying for it to have been long enough.

I needed an excuse. I pulled away, breathing heavy. "Hey, what time is it?"

"Nearly ten."

"Fuck, I promised Scar I'd find her at ten." I jumped off the counter but he grabbed me by the wrist.

"Wait, do I have lipstick all over my mouth?"

"Not at all," I answered with my best poker face. "I'll see you later, Trevor."

I fixed my lipstick in a random dark room before mixing myself back in the crowd. My head was pounding from how much I had drank, and the music was so loud that I felt like I couldn't see or hear. Scarlett was not in my two feet radius of vision, so I decided to just take a seat and wait.

It wasn't too long until Reece came and sat down with me.

"Hey Ella." I already could hear his annoyance.

"Hey Reece."

"I just saw Trevor. He has red lipstick all over his face."

"Oh no! Did someone tell him?"

"No, whoever did it actually told him that he was all good." He paused, a stern look plastered on his face that I had never seen on Reece before. "You're hurting peoples feelings, El."

"Do the nine of you idiots ever think about how you make Scarlett and I feel? You bring home these bitches who hate us, allow them to be mean to our faces, and expect us to take it? Well I'll tell you what: we're not taking your shit for a single second. We're shoving it right back in your faces. And this is not the end of it, either," I spat.

"But, Zach—"

I froze. "But Zach what?"

"I...didn't mean to say Zach. It's not his feelings getting hurt, of course. It's...someone else." I was suspicious at his stuttering, but I could not keep reading into these things and getting myself hurt. 

Zach doesn't care about me. He didn't stand up for me when I needed him to. I was there for him; I came to his soccer game and cheered on the sidelines, rooting for him over a guy who really liked me.

Drunk me took over. "Zach, Zach, Zach, I've been such a fool! Don't you see Reece? I want his feelings to be hurt. I want him to hurt the way he's hurt me. But he doesn't, because he doesn't care. What a joke."

"Zach will never, ever care. He doesn't like you. You're being delusional."

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. All the little moments we shared amounted to nothing. So much for wishful thinking.

"You don't know anything about what you're doing. Trust me," Reece swore.

"Oh believe me, I know exactly what I'm doing. And I'm having a grand time doing it! So leave me alone."

I walked away confidently, just barely hearing his last words: "you'll regret this." But what do I even have to lose?