Psychotica

Chapter 2

---⚠️WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT⚠️---

Aaliyah's POV

Since the weather isn't cold yet, I decided to wear a simple burgundy colored crop top with a black simple skirt. I found my knee high black boots and lastly, incase I get drunk or high, I put on my favorite sunglasses and tie my hair to the back.

"You took faster than expected to get ready," Derek says shocked. He walks up behind me while I try to fix my skirt in the mirror.

He starts kissing and biting my neck when I don't respond to him. "Just a quick one," he says to see if I would answer. When I don't, he steps in front of the mirror and raises my chin so that I look at him.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Nothing, I just don't need your distractions right now," I reply. "But-," "No buts," I cut him off. "Why are you avoiding me all of a sudden?" he asks.

"Babe I'm not avoidi-" "Bullshit, yes you are! All you've been doing is pushing me away and I'm tired of it!" he screams.

"Just because we don't have sex twenty-four hours a day, doesn't mean I hate you! I think you have forgotten that this relationship is not based on sex!" "What relationship?" he mumbles to himself.

"Excuse me?" I say and he looks up at me. "What did you just say?" I continue to question him, forgetting all about the skirt.

"Don't even think about talking to, or even looking in my direction, at the party," I pause to grab my bag. "I mean it," I warn. Grabbing my phone, I walk downstairs to find Ashley sitting on the couch watching tv.

Ashley stands up and looks at me sympathetically overhearing the argument. Derek follows behind her, looking down at his phone.
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We reach the party no longer than fifteen minutes later and I step out of the car to walk into the frat house filled with sweaty, drunken people walking around the house. "Ohh cute boy, I'm gonna go mingle. Go get a drink. Have some fun!"

Ashley squeals walking away from me. Derek walks past me to talk to his friends. I'm left alone looking around the place and watching people play meaning less games just to get drunk. "Care to dance?" I'm surprised when the boy in my sociology class walks up to me with the creeper boy from the hallway.

"You two know each other?" I ask. "Ya of course... Best friends actually," he states.

"What's your name?" I ask the boy from class. "Louis, I already know yours babe," he winks.

Suddenly, I'm nervous and my hands become sweaty. "How do you know my name?" I ask him.

"You wrote your name on your notebook in class," Louis smirks. I calm down but still feel a little unsettled at the fact that he is still smirking at me.

"And yours?" I ask the boy from the hallway. "Harry," he says, making me shiver. "Hey, have I ever seen you before other than class this morning?" Louis asks. Looking across from me, I see Derek staring at me angrily, knowing that I lied to him earlier. "No, I don't think so. I have to go, my friend must be looking for me," I blurted as I rush past them.
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I walk towards the beer pong table where Ashley is playing against some random boy. She is surprisingly winning. I was going to get a drink but I get a text from a random number on my phone.

Message from Unknown: You can't stay away from me forever. Your going to need to explain to your little boyfriend that you have a project to do with me anyways. Unless you don't want to do the project, we can always do something else.