MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(XXI)

The party is lively, everyone is euphoric with the songs they play, the alcohol has already had an effect on most of them, including Malia, who draws attention in the middle of the track.

She holds her glass of drink firmly, while moving her hip slowly, making her black dress rise even more.

Malia is stunning tonight, costumed as the killer of one of my favorite movies, it's really breathtaking.

The short and tight black dress fits very well on her body, showing the curves of her waist, the shiny mask stands out hanging on her waist, the heeled boots make her even sexier, and her heavy makeup makes her more confident.

But I couldn't give the taste of being totally glazed into it.

- Aren't you going to the track? - Hailey asks, getting up from the red sofa.

- I'm not in the mood - I say, without hiding my bitter tone.

My patience for her has already run out, I really can't have a shred of interest in people who throw themselves at anyone.

- all right, I'll go then - she smiles sideways, going down in her purple dress.

Then, the girl leaves in front of me and I let out a sigh of relief, taking the glass to my mouth, turning the drink.

I don't remember how many glasses I had to drink to be able to put up with Hailey until now, but I'm fully aware of everything that's happening, especially with Malia.

Her every move doesn't escape my vision. Her movements are slow and sensual, Ruby is next to her, trying to keep up with everything her friend does, Joshua is leaning against the bar counter, watching the boy approaching them.

I get up from the couch, holding the glass tightly, starting to walk among the costumed people. My gaze is fixed on Malia, and on the boy who approaches her from behind.

I recognize his face even with the skull makeup, it's the first target on the list, the first one I'll take to hell with great pleasure tonight.

My gaze is directed to Joshua, who returns the look, knowing exactly that he is one of the targets of the night.

When I stop walking, I just watch the movements he makes behind Malia.

His hands firmly hold the curly waist, pulling it back. Malia turns her face back, with a confused expression, not remembering where he knew him from. She tries to get away, but he pulls her again, whispering something against her ear, making her transmit a frightened look.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes briefly before looking at Joshua and shaking my head, making the boy quickly understand what I want him to do.

Quickly, he leaves the place where he was and comes to the boy, touching his arm and saying something low.

The boy smiled in a wicked way, releasing Malia's waist, following Joshua through the crowd next.

Malia let out a sigh of relief, letting her body relax. But when her body turns towards me, her expression closes and her posture becomes stiff.

I don't avoid smiling sideways, approaching in slow steps, watching the girl take small steps back, trying to move away.

- Where are you going, doll? - I tilt my face slightly, watching her chest rise and fall frantically.

- Are you tired of Hailey? - she crosses one arm below her chest, while the other holds the glass.

- why are you so bothered by Hailey? - I ask, taking the opportunity for her to be tense to approach me.

- I'm not bothered, I thought you'd be having fun - she smiles sideways, taking the glass to her mouth.

- I had fun, but I said I would come to you - I touch her face and she makes a disgusted expression, making me laugh.

Malia can't disguise her discomfort and jealousy, and I confess that this is tempting.

I lean forward, lowering my hand to your waist, placing my mouth close to your ear.

- don't worry, love, the plans for the night are all with you - I whisper against her ear, moving away with a smile on my lips.

Malia takes a deep breath, with her eyes closed, trying to fight against her desire and reasoning.

- I don't know if mine are with you - she opens her eyes, staring at me cynically. - Dylan is waiting for me - she smiles sideways, with the intention of provoking me, and she succeeds.

- you should stop talking so much about him

- run my fingers around her neck, watching her swallow dry.

- And why? - she asks, running her tongue over her red lips.

- You don't know much about me, Baker, I hate being teased by other people - I say, fixing my gaze on hers. - I wouldn't want to get my hands dirty so easily - she shrugs, but still keeping her gaze on mine.

- I don't think you would have that much courage - I don't avoid laughing.

- don't try to find out, Malia - I bite my lips lightly, looking away to the back doors of the hall.

- you know how I am - she smiles sideways, putting her hand on my belly. - I like to find out things about you - she whispers, faltering her gaze between my eyes and my mouth.

- be careful not to get scared, princess

- I whisper back, lowering my gaze to her flashy mouth. - I need to go, but I'll be back - I say, moving away from her, leaving her confused behind.

Among the crowd, I go to the back door, which leads to the back of the school. The icy wind blows my hair and hugs my skin, making it shiver slightly.

I go down the small stairs before stepping on the green grass, walking towards the back, turning my face back, checking if there is no one following me.

When I pass through the small alley of the school, I enter it, going exactly where my costume is hidden. I don't waste time to put it quickly on top of the clothes, throwing Jason's mask on the floor along with the fake machete.

I let out a sigh, putting the mask on my face, walking in agile steps to where Joshua is.

Among the dark trees, in the middle of the macabre night, I hear heavy sighs from afar. My boots break branches scattered on the floor, making the breath even heavier.

When I finally arrive at the center of the immense forest, I can see the same boy who was dancing with Malia at the party, stuck in ropes on the huge tree.

I don't avoid smiling behind the mask, approaching in slow steps, tilting my face slightly to the side, seeing the fear printed on his face.

So pathetic, they are always so sure of themselves, showing that there is no fear of absolutely nothing, but when it is facing death, they fear and beg even for what they do not believe, they begged for mercy.

- Who are you?! What do you want with me?! What did I do?! - his questions sound loud, like scared screams.