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Chapter 44-Halloween Part 3

Krissy's POV

My eyes flutter shut as my hot squishy palms meet the freezing cold rim of the stainless-steel restroom sink.

"Ahhhh", I purr out, my lips parting in a pout as my body revels in the instantaneous transfer of coldness from the old school basin to my overheated, overexcited, and highly stimulated body.

Oh, life's simple pleasures!

I inhale deeply, the introvert in me enjoying the stillness as I recharge my social battery away from the drunken chaos that had consumed the first three classrooms, which on Monday would be filled with students ages 11, 14 and 18. Crazy! You could barely see the wholesome art projects or the posters reciting the school's values under the blackened air of the out-of-hours school. It was Emerson High 'After Dark', a perverse mixture of the sweet memories from our messy tweenhood and the insecurities, drugs, sex and expectations of our verging adulthood.

For most of us whose minds occasionally drifted back to the times we had here, and wished to do them all over again being who we are today, this was the actualisation of our fantasies... it was brilliant! Chad did brilliantly, firstly by coming up with the idea, and secondly with the execution. Because while the hallways, bathrooms, and other areas of Emerson High retained their typical school-like atmosphere, Chad had worked his magic on the classrooms we occupied, transforming them into vibrant party hubs with high-quality snacks, a well-stocked bar, booming speakers, and strobe lights that made us feel like we were at one of his legendary house parties from back in the day.

*Dun. Dun, dun dun, dun dun*

A smile grows on my lips as I hear the beginning instrumentals of Ginuwine's 'Pony', followed by an eruption of far-away cheers from those in the year 7 common room, it was where most people had gathered to party due to it being the largest of the three classrooms, and because it was where Jason, the birthday boy himself, and the rest of the Trust Fund Crew had decided to reside.

Roslyn, Rochelle and I had found a home in the year 13 classroom, it was the last classroom we used before leaving Emerson High, so I guess we naturally gravitated to it. Plus, the music selection in the room was serving cunt and giving baddie, Roslyn dubbing it the "Girl's and the Gay's room", because, despite most people rotating amongst all three rooms, our room predominantly attracted the aforementioned demographic who were having way too much fun parodying concert scenes of our favs between spats of twerking sessions, and gossipy catch ups about the lives of our highly inebriated ex-classmates.

With my eyes still closed, I take a final inhale my body now cool enough to return to the hot-boxed room to see if Nigel, who came dressed as his alter ego Jessica Rabbit, and Roslyn, had come to a peaceful conclusion that both their waists were equally as impressively sinched in. However, in taking the breath, I instantly become aware of the growing concoctions of unpleasant smells, with the stench of stale alcohol and...throw up? staining the air, resembling that of an overused club toilet.

Gosh, I need to get out of here!

I remove my hands from the metal wincing at the sudden resistance my right hand feels as it's kept down by a sticky substance.

"Grosss", I whine opening my eyes in fear of what was adhering me to the sink.

I let out a half sigh as I see an open bottle of lip-gloss and its pink glittery substance on my palm. I quickly run the tap over the gloss to wash my hand clean. Looking around the restroom I spot the accumulation of forgotten cups, empty sweet wrappers, and makeup products littering my surroundings, making me thank the Heavens that my hand didn't touch something more offensive.