Freaks

::Eight::

•Bea POV•

As I laid down, Ian's body was laying on top of mine and his body was so warm I wanted to melt. His lips—warm, must I say—made their way all over my body, till he reached my neck and he smiled.

While he took my clothes off, he muttered to himself and finally his lips touched my stomach. I felt so amazing under him, I wanted to melt.

Ian's lips touched my ear, and he kissed it so softly it felt like he barely touched me. "You're perfect, Bea," he whispered, holding me down softly while his blue hair touched my face and as his face left my neck—with the help of the moon—I saw his eyes.

All there was, was black in them. The white area was black, his pupil was black, his whole eyeball was plain black, so cold and stern that I froze and stared at him.

I woke up, breathing heavily as I sat up slowly. What the hell. Why do I keep dreaming of that? It had happened but why couldn't I just forget it?

"Beatrice?" My mom called from the other side of my door.

"Yeah?" I answered, groggily. I wiped my eyes.

Mom walked in with a smile and sat down. "Dad will be home soon, we're having family over later. How about you get in the shower and I'll go pick us up some food?"

I sleepily nodded. "Okay. Um, can you get some Chipotle?"

She shrugged. "Sure." She kissed my nose. "I love you, Bea."

"I love you more." I smiled. When she left, I texted my friend Wendy to come over later after my shower, then started playing some Halsey as I got undressed.

"Bea," His voice whispered.

I turned around and grabbed my towel tightly, wrapping it around me. "What are you doing here?!" I screeched, "Go away! Get away from me!"

"Be quiet!" He hissed. "Please. I don't need the police to come here."

"Well, I do!" I yelled. "I hope they catch whatever the fuck you are, Ian."

Ian looked down as he took his hands. "I'm sorry, Bea. Please forgive me. It wasn't meant to scare you, it was just a joke."

I stared up at him. I badly wanted to forgive him, just so I could know I didn't have to hate him. I liked Ian, but after that night, did I want to? "How?"

He shrugged. "I-I don't know."

I sighed. Did I want to believe him? I know what I saw, but maybe I was fooled, by myself or by him. "Ian, why would you do that to me?"

"It was just a joke, Bea. It's not like I got you pregnant." Ian said, his hands held out and his eyes rolling, but a small smile occurring. "C'mon, Bea. Please, forgive me. I was just joking around and I fooled you."

Why should I forgive you of all people?! I asked myself and then I stared up and into his eyes and sighed. "I'm such an idiot."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

"Because I'm actually going to forgive you, and do this," I shook my head, laughing as I looked up and then slid off my towel and pushed him onto my bed. Ian's eyes looked up into mine, happily and sweetly. I couldn't have asked for anything more than his small touch that drove me insane.

"We've known each other for what—two weeks?" He mumbled, grinning with his lips puckered onto my neck.

I rolled my eyes. "We were going to do this the night we met," I replied, closing my eyes. "By the way, how long have you known Ana?"

"We meet her awhile ago, hm... Say, about 3 to 4 weeks ago." Ian shrugged, standing up and taking off his shirt and then kissing my shoulder and neck again. "But why are you asking me this, may I ask? We're trying to have a moment here."

I laughed and kissed his soft pink lips, wrapping my arms around him.

**

•Ana POV•

As I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a banana, I checked my phone for the first time—which I had been granted back from my mom because she knew I wasn't bad and it was about time.

I had about 9 notifications.

Just kidding.

I had 936 notifications, and although the huge number, I slid my home screen and my screen went to Instagram, loading an image and now 1k comments and 806 likes.

When the picture loaded, I didn't know to puke or to turn my phone off. But I didn't do either, I stared at the picture for what seemed forever.

The image was of me, a picture of when I was just sixteen, with Bea and my older friend Rosella. Rose, who had committed suicide a year ago, was wearing a blue and white polka-dot swimsuit with her long dirty blonde hair pulled up and sunglasses on her head. Beside her, was me, who was shorter and less chested. I had shorter blonde hair then, to my shoulders, and was wearing a cute teddy bear T-shirt over my white bikini. On the other side of Rose, was Bea, who had frizzy hair then that went to her neck, wearing a purple full swimsuit and flipflops. The picture was two years old—I was about to be eighteen in three months—and it was taken when us three went on a roadtrip with Rose and her parent's to Orlando and Miami, Atlanta, and somewhere in North Carolina.

I stared, looking at Rose's face.

I had spend such a long time trying to forget her and I had, but now as I see her, I didn't want to. I clicked onto the comments and saw how everyone from school, literally everyone, had commented at least three to two times.

@mattybsucks
OMG I miss Rose so much

@HannaLovesBands
I know right? She was so pretty and nice

@jacobwannabe
Dammmm Rose still hot even after she dead

@lolaloveslilies
@jacobwannabe OMG SHUT UP, THAT IS SO RUDE! She's dead, you jerk!

I didn't want to read any further but five more showed at the bottom, causing me to chew at my lip and my eyes to water.

@omgitzanna
I bet Ana made Rose die, after stealing Jake from her and everything

@daquanbootyass
@omgitzanna probably but she probably died from Ana's ugliness

@beatrice1289
You guys are assholes. I'm posting this picture to show you my friends. Ana's not a freak like I said.

@kittykatrina
@beatrice1289 ana might not be a freak to you but she sure looks like a freak

@gogogurl
@beatrice1289 what friends gurl? you called one out as a freak and the other is dead

I closed Instagram after I deleted my account.

Is this really how highschool is going to be? My friend committing suicide, my alive one calling me a freak but now taking it back?

What the hell was wrong with society these days? I knew that I may not have been pretty and I knew that I had, somehow, managed to date Jake after Rose dated him, but I wasn't the only person who had problems with theirself.

As I walked to my bedroom, I felt a heavy bump in my throat, holding a sob in and a heartbreak inside.

**

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