My Psycho Lover

PART 3- "Girls Night"

I walked home , rubbing my arms as dawn had come . Tonight had to be one of the coldest nights here in Minnesota . The image of Jordan's corpse was stuck in my head and it was not going anywhere. It was probably the guilt I felt for causing his murder.

I reached home after 15 minutes. Finally, I could connect to my WiFi. I called my bestie, Vicky, to ask her over , as I was terrified to be alone now that I knew that psycho was out there , and he/she knew where I lived.

"Hey Vicky. Do you mind staying with me?" I said , cutting to the chase.

"Would I have to pay rent or something?" She asked , finding my offer suspicious . I rarely let anyone into my house.

"Nope. I'll have a pizza party , just the two of us , if you agree that is .  And I'll pay," I persuaded.

"I am so there Bail's. See you at 7.30pm," Vicki replied.

Bail's was basically my nickname as 1, it was shortform of Bailey and 2, when it comes to social events, I would usually bail on them unless forced. I switched on the T.V. and walked to the kitchen. I looked into my fridge.

There was no food, as per usual. Ugh, looks like I have to order take outs. I called my favourite chinese place, "Chinese Dynasty". I ordered our usual of some dumplings and our noodles. I then went up to my bedroom and took out the extra mattress and pillows. After that, I looked out my bedroom window and saw Vicky.

She was carrying a bulky duffle bag alongside her polka dotted luggage. I ran downstairs eager to greet her. At the same moment I reached the door, she rang the doorbell. We both squealed when we saw each other. It was how my group of friends, excluding guys, greeted each other.

"Man, maybe we should invite Hayley and Chanelle over so it can be more fun," Vicky said.

I was really hesitant. I was never a fan of people coming over unless it was a desperate emergency.

"C'mon Bail's. It would just be a few more friends. And plus your house is the bomb, how can you not let anyone come over? Okay, how about you pay for the both of us and I'll pay for the rest. Deal?" She pleaded.

I gave into her and flopped down on the couch. While Vicky walked up and down calling so many contacts, I observed the way she dressed not in a perv point of view okay. As in, she was one of the most stylish person I knew and I wanted to learn her style without having to ask her directly. Vicky was wearing a red and black flannel, ripped jeans, her favourite fifth harmony tee and to top it off, a snapback with some converse. It was so simple yet, stylish.