Chapter 112

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EZRA

"I feel like a fucking penguin with this on," I tell myself when looking in the mirror. I grab my watch that's completely broken, but it ties with look very well; I shake my head as I continue staring at myself for the last time before heading to the living room. The last time I wore something like this was my first date with Rachel. It was the first time that I actually did something for a girl that wasn't me between a girls' thighs, which I did quite often with girls much older than me.

As walking towards the living room, I barely hung up Christmas decorations but I did some anyway like some goldstring hooked on the doors and a mini tree with little ornaments on the coffee table. I bought some stuff last night while shopping, it felt kinda weird decorating the place without Rachel. If she was here, there would be Christmas music on full blast throughout the house and with  her singing to every lyric to every song; I start laughing at the thought as grabbing the cardboard with wrapped presents. I still can't feel both of my thumbs from multiple paper cuts and scrapes from tape.

I really do hope everyone loves or even decently pretends to like their gifts, especially Alex. I mean he doesn't even have a sense of humor and always has a stick up of his ass to think he's better than me so he's lucky that he's getting a gift from me, almost to fucking lucky. I wish I could wrap a sense of humor for a gift.

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Once pulling up in the driveway, I can already spot every car that's worth a thousand dollars from the fresh coat of paint but all of the glory is the cost of Jasper's expensive looking house. It probarly has walk-in closets and a giant bathtub in every bedroom; this houser maske my childhhod house look more shitty than it already was due to having only three bedrooms and one bathroom. My mother worked so hard twenty four seven to pay bills and food when my father had nothing better to do besides picking up a new bottle of whiskey or laying a hand on either my mother or myself.

After hearing my mother crying from the pain on her face or body, I made myself the man of the house, using my body as my mother's and Skylar's shield of protection. I get out the car, hand the car keys to the valet parker, "Please be careful and don't scratch it like if you were scratching your balls," I snap at him while the other valet parker in the back, hands me the present box then I walk inside where's the colors of red, gold and pine green everywhere you turn to the ornaments to the dress code and everyones' outfits. I put the presents under the tree and scan the different name tags with peoples' names I don't know of.

"EZRA!' I begin to hear a little kid who's calling out my name, and having cupcake frosting all over his face. I swear everytime this kid is near me, he always has something on his face and Lauren follows him, "Leo, come over here," she yells out, pulls out a napkin from her purse and wipes the frosting off of his face, "Hi Ezra. I'm so sorry about him," she apologizes and I nod, "It's okay. I forgot that  you take care of this minion," I joke around and she rolls her eyes of annoyance, "Rachel's here,".

I shake my head, my eyes feel like they are ready to fall out by the shock, "Wait? What? How do you know?" I ask a thousand questions before I hear her annoying voice again. In my opinion, it sounds like a cat scratching its nails on the chalkboard. I turn around to see Rachel looking more beautiful than ever she is, and my breath is barely existenting at this point. I always knew the color was her color, her dress makes her the most beautiful woman walking in the room, but I'm suddenly getting killed by her back being completely exposed, from not wearing a bra.

"Ezra!" I feel a hard slap on my arm, my drink happens to drop and causes a scene when the whole party and everyone starts looking at me. I try to pick it with knowing I will cut myself but a server comes over with a broomstick and a pan, "The show is over," I tell everyone, because it's so quite you can drop a pin and nobody will flinch.

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