College experience

Chapter 15

Yeah. Song(S) Thriller- Micheal Jackson and Zombie- Natalia Kills

------------------Andrew

"Teen wolf!"

"Harry potter!"

"Teen wolf!"

"Harry potter!"

"Twilight!"

"Teen wait, what?" Briar got cut off in the middle of his yell. We both slowly turn to Hannah, who was sitting on the couch with a hand over mouth, trying to mute her laughter.

It wasn't working.

"Come on, Hannah! Twilight? I prefer Harry Potter. I agree with Andrew." Came Zarriah's comment. I reach over to high five her and she reciprocates the act, resulting in a loud smack through the dorm.

"Fine. Teen wolf then!" Hannah says. Briar and her high five too.

"Teen wolf is good, however, Harry Potter!"

"No! Teen wolf! Think about a shirtless Derek! Stiles!" Briar yells back. Only when someone clears their throat does the yelling stop. We both snap our necks to look at Abram.

"I hate to break this up," he deadpans, "but don't we have something to do tonight?"

I look at Briar in confusion. He looks back with the same expression. "Do we?" He shrugs.

Abram sighs and rubs his eyes. "It's Friday."

Realization dawns on me. It takes maybe a 5 second processing period before I am in my room, accidentally using vampire speed.

Let's see.

It's the 'Halloween show' tonight. Gotta show off. Definitely going with either no shirt or an open back vest. I chose the open black vest with chains hanging off of it and grab a pair of black skinny jeans. I look at my shoe selection, debating on normal converse or 'hooker boots'.

Grabbing a pair of heeled, thigh high black boots and socks, I sit on my bed and begin the tedious process of lacing them up.

20 minutes later and I'm standing in front of my full person mirror applying makeup. Some black eyeliner, fill in the brows a bit, and a fedora later, and I'm admiring my appearance. One look at the clock and I'm out the door.

For once I'm happy my mom beat how to walk in heels into my head.

Briar and everyone else were in the kitchenette area so I yelled 'let's go' and waited.

They didn't see what I was wearing, as it was a surprise, because of my black trench coat that went to my feet and had fur to keep me warm. Briar grabbed the keys and 5 minutes later, everyone is out the door and heading to the car.

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"Hey man."

I wave to the DJ, Dominic, before smiling and handing him a CD.

"What's your costume?"

"You'll see." I say. I still haven't taken off the large coat, so no one knows.

"Gotcha. Alright! Your up. Good luck!" I smile again before walking out to stage. The girls go crazy and people swarm the dance floor. Smirking, I shed the coat to show my tats and back. Not facing the crowd, but the wall, I waited till the song started playing.

Micheal Jackson's Thriller comes on and I turn around. My eyes are purple and black, my fangs are elongated, and my tattoos are darker and more prominent.

By the time, I reached the first chorus, the people had formed lines for the dance. They did it quite well, and I joined in a bit.

By the end of the song, almost everyone was standing and it dancing. I scanned the crowd and frowned. Someone was missing. I look at the people sitting and narrow my eyes.

Briar. Sitting down.

Hell no.

I smirk. A smirk that holds pain. The next song comes on, and I start singing.

"I'm in love with a zombie. Can't keep his hands off me." I watch as Briar jolts a little at the words and I grin.

"When I think he's looking at me, he's looking right through me." Briar looks at me and I shiver in delight. Those ice blue eyes are on me, and I revel in the attention.

"You think your so cool now, blood rushing through my veins now." At this point the song is fairly accurate. For me, at least.

"Do you want me for my body, do you want me for my brain, brain, brain, brain." With every echo I can hear the crowd sing along, but I'm not really paying attention to them at the moment.

"I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy." Except he's not a zombie. He's a werewolf, and he's looking right at me.

"But his heart is so cold, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, but his heart is so cold." I'm now looking into his eyes as he looks into mine. In surprised I didn't falter on the words.

"Cold, cold, freezing, freezing, Got my heart beating, beating, Cold, cold, freezing, freezing,
Got my heart beating, beating."  I finish with a nice wiggle of my hips and a wink. He looks completely straight faced and I deflate a little.

"I'm in love with a zombie, When he put his hands on me, Send chills through my body,
But then he don't call me." He stares at my hips hungrily. I shiver again at the amount of pure lust in his eyes as he looks he up and down.

"And I know that he like me, Cause he chasing me nightly, And I want him to bite me, Cause i know I'm gonna like it, like it, like it, like it." This needs no explanation at all. I want him to do exactly what the song said.

"I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, But his heart is so cold, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, But his heart is so cold." Another chorus and even more shameless looking.

"Cold, cold, freezing, freezing, Got my heart beating, beating, Cold, cold, freezing, freezing, Got my heart beating, beating, Cold, cold, freezing, freezing, Got my heart beating, beating, Cold, cold, freezing, freezing
Got my heart beating, beating." By this time, his staring is starting to make me hard. Thank god I wore really, really tight pants.

"Baby all I want is an answer, When I walk past ya, Why you gonna act like I'm Casper,
Every boy wanna know, irresistible, kissable
But you think I'm the invisible girl." Think about other things Andrew. Dead puppies.

"Keep it down low, We be creeping, freaking
Got me feeling so ah ah, Trying to keep cool, heart beating, You're heart's freezing, But I still want ya-a-a." Grandma in a Mankini.

I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, But his heart is so cold, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, I'm in love with a zombie, boy, But his heart is so cold." Don't think about Briar's long, slender fingers as they run across your back and his nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass.

Cold, cold, freezing, freezing, Cold, cold, Cold, cold, freezing, freezing, Cold, cold." Just breath, damnit!

I don't register the applause before walking off the stage toward the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.

"You're Fucked." I say to myself before leaving the bathroom.