Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

four

Warning: this chapter contains explicit materials such as drug and alcohol abuse and exessive swearing. Read at your own risk.

ADRIANNE

As I studied the room further which I have seen perhaps three time since I began studying in hillside, I've realized all the guys were in there as well, scattered across the floor with liquor bottles in between their cigarette occupied hands. Their were loudly chattering before I came in and I could already feel the warmth growing on my cheeks as their eyes landed on my direction. With that a couple of gasps and cat calls were released from their mouths, adding to my humiliation. When I slipped on this dress, it had not crossed my mind to remember I had psychotic male friends that would literally do anyone as long as they had a fucking vagina.

"Shee-it, 'Rianne. I could've been your Peter Pan if you just told me you were going for that." Brylle murmurs under his breath, a huge smirk plastered on his lips. "Now you just look like you want some bangin'"

"Shut up."

"Yeah, fuck off Brylle. Nobody wants your dick, maybe she wants mine." Dalton shoots me a wink.

"Guys, Guys, settle down. Little Miss, are you sure you're not lost? Because you seem like you are, and this room is exclusive only for people with fucked up heads. Did you happen to see our friend, Adrianne on your way in?" Jumper buzzes softly like she was talking to a little kid. And I was that little kid.

"Jumper, seriously give me a fucking break." I snapped, rubbing my face in frustration as perspiration grew further on my back. "I had to walk around in this stupid outfit and watch people laugh at me, I thought the last thing I'd experience from you guys is this. What the fuck?!"

"Alright, alright, Jesus! Calm down, nobody's trying to laugh at you." She chuckles. rolling her eyes and folding her arms. "Why are you even wearing that hideous outfit anyway? You could have at least threw on that thing Georgie bought you, it was great as fuck."

"It's not hideous!" Sarah protests, "It's actually really cute, but the angel costume would look so much better."

"So you're telling me, none of you bothered to look at my texts." I questioned.

"Yes."

"I've read it." Sarah says, "But all I saw was you telling us to meet you outside, and I've been bribing them to go out, but you know how things go.

"Where's Georgie?" I asked, catching the sweat dripping from my forehead with the back of my hand. Just as I finished that sentence a familiar figure emerged from the back of the huddle Brylle, Dalton and the rest made from the corner of the storage room. As expected Georgie looked spectacular. She was wearing a sleeveless white silk dress that reached above her knees, a flower crown resting above her shiny blonde hair curled on either sides of her shoulders. There were also flowers stuck onto her arms, randomly littering her pale skin with purple and pink petals. Surprisingly all she wore onto her feet were a pair impossibly clean white sneakers. Her cheekbones were twinkling with silver and pink glitter, her lips were the color of bubble gum pink.

It took me time to realize I was awkwardly gawking at her. She really could transform clothes into a whole new level. I remember when we first met she told me she wanted to be a fashion stylist at huge runway shows. She hasn't even reached that level yet and we were already amazed by how much difference she can make for us who didn't know shit about decency.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Eyebrows furrowed, she asked. That was probably the hundredth time I heard that stupid question but to hear it come out of her mouth made me want to sink into the very floor I rested my feet on. "Where's the black angel stuff I bought you yesterday?"