Dangerous Games

Chapter one

"Aster! Come on, we're gonna be late!" I hear my sister yell.

"Nggh..coming." I yelled back, not moving an inch. Like hell I'm going to that damn party. I want to stay here and take a fuckin nap.

And then I hear footsteps. Dammit.

"Aster, get your lazy ass out of that bed, you're going to this party with me!" I can almost feel Celia put her hands on her hips, a glare giving me a migraine.

Let me give you exactly 3 reasons I am not going to this party.

It is currently 9:34 PM. If you seriously think I'm going out only to stay sober all night and drive my drunk sister and her drunk friends half a mile across campus, you are sorely mistaken.

Someone's going to come up to me and ask me about Summerdale, which I don't want to deal with on my night off.

Sleep is just a much better option.

"I'm not going to that fucking party, Cel. Forget it!" I tried to pick up a pillow to throw at her, but she quickly shut down the idea by taking both my wrists and pulling me up.
"Bro!" I yell out, startled.

"You're coming." She states. "Wear something fancy, this one's in the Bricks." I groan.

"Seriously?" I sit up on my bed, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light in my tan room.

"Yes, seriously. Last party of the semester, of course it's in the Bricks."

The Bricks is that one street every town has, filled with the most expensive restaurants and shops. Of course that's where the party had to be.

Finally, after debating multiple ways to kill my sister and go back to sleep, I drag myself from the edge of the bead over to my vanity.

I studied my face as I do everytime I look at it. Brown hair, brown eyes, button nose, could I be anything further from basic?

"You're not basic, you're just boring. There's a difference. Now hurry up I want to get there before Tara does, I know she's gonna try and eat my food." Celia says, somehow reading my mind. She walks out of my door frame, struggling to put an earring on.

She's right of course, Tara will eat her food.

I pick up my makeup and start applying to my face while choosing which dress to wear. When I'm there I'll have to mingle and interact with all the people who want to be my 'friends', more like the people who want my head on a platter. I'll have to wear something low profile. If there is one thing I know about this godforsaken place it's that no one ever lets go of a story, or a grudge. You say one thing about an all beloved man and-

"You're not still thinking about Summerdale are you?"

Celia's voice cuts through my thoughts. If I tell the truth she'll go on her whole monologue about how it was so long ago and no one cares, knowing full well that many people still care.

"No." I lied. She drops her head and glares at me, her black eyes and cherry red hair much different from mine.

"Liar. I don't know why you're so hung up on that, no one cares anymore!" She storms off to her room, going to try on another flashy dress better paired to her earrings. I sigh and go to my closet, picking the least glitzed and glammed dress I can find. My eyes settle on a drab brown dress, paired with a red leather jacket that lays on top. That will do.

After slipping on the dress, I head out of my room to see Cel in the living area. We live in an apartment, small enough for us to just get by with rent. After what happened, Celia was the only one who believed and stood beside me, along with Lilly of course.

"That cannot be what you're wearing." She puts her phone down, a disgusted scowl placed on her face.

"I don't want to be seen. That's your thing, sis." I shrug and give her a smile. She rolls her eyes before heading for the door, that clacking of her heels on the woods echoing around. She stops just before opening it.

"Fine then. Do what you want, but it would be a shame if Poppy was there. Thought you'd want to show her up. Hm." She furrowed her brows before opening and closing the door, beginning to walk to her car. I know what she's doing, and it's not going to work.

a/n- this chapter lowk short but there are long ones coming spare me 😭🙏