Death and Kissing

How the Story Started

-Erika, CURRENT TIME-

I pull my scarf tighter around my neck, the red cotton scarf covered half my face from other people's view, though, no one was around to see pitiful me. I was in the Woods, the exact place of that fateful day. There on the two trees in front of me, had one name on each. Dorian Fay and Angelica Macy. Oh how they fooled everyone till the very end. Not one soul came forward to help me, not one soul pleaded my innocence. Not that i was innocent, but i wasn't guilty either. I guess only the few people around us back then understood what was going on, but even they don't know the conclusion. Only us three know. Or should i say, just me now. 

"Its been 9 years, you guy's wouldn't believe the story the town has come up with about what happened that day, they've just gathered all those rumours and combined them so i turn out to be the bad guy" I said to the old trees, the trees softly sway with the wind, peaceful, calm.

"If you don't recognise me sorry, I had to change my look after the whole stab stab stab thing. You understand don't you? I went with what you picked out for me Angel, I grew my hair out and dyed it red, which took quite a while since i had to bleach it like a million times"

I put my hand on one of the trees, wishing i could return to that day.

"That day... I wish you had never decided to die"

-Erika, NINE YEARS AGO-

"Are you going to Jordon's party?" Abby asks me as I take leap over a mud puddle like a preschooler. 

"Maybe, i don't really feel like it though" I reply swiftly, before jumping over another one. 

"I think you should, i heard lots of Blackburn Boys are gonna be there" Abby teased, linking arms with me grinning, her blue eyes twinkling. 

"I wouldn't want to steal your spotlight" I wink at her, and she shakes her head, her blonde curls flying.

"You cannot steal from me if all you do is take and leave, I'd just take it back obviously. No one can resist an american accent over here after all" She pokes her tongue out at me and giggles. I force a smile to her before glancing down at my phone. I had already received five messages from different boys asking if i'd be there, and another from the Jordan man himself, who i didn't realise had my number. Last, an unknown number had left a message. Probably some boy wanting to see if we can meet up.

"Oh!" Abby's heightened voice pitches, grabbing my phone. I resist the urge to snap at her, and forcefully take my phone back. She looks up at me, and looks horrified, "do you really not know whose number this is?"

"I haven't saved it so no, and its creepy you know who it is unless its your mum" I take back my phone, Abby passing it over without trouble.

"My mum? Puh-lease like she'd be texting you" She nudges me, nearly pushing me into a puddle which i just manage to dodge with a small squeal.

"How can you not have his number?! Dorian Fay remember?" Ah, the image of a tall dark haired boy comes to mind. Now he's the definition of popular, and not even the bad kind. A boy from Blackburn College, kind, considerate of everyone, known for being there for anyone in need, he's also one of the hottest guys around in this deadbeat town.

"I've only gone to one party with him being there, its not my fault for not jumping on him and demanding his number and dick" I click open the message.

Hey Erika, I know its been a while and you never gave me your number directly so sorry about that, but i was wondering if you were going to Jordan's party tomorrow? - Dorian

I couldn't help but think, why contact me now, a month after the party, and when he barely spoke to me?

"Its a date! Now you've got to go!" Abby cheered, continuing to talk all the way to the shops, where we would go our separate ways home. I couldn't share her excitement. Guy's only ever want one thing from me, so i give it to them, i don't care, its fun for me anyway, but i hate parties. Parties are what turned me into this kind of person. 

"How about this, we'll make a bet" I grin at Abby with obvious cheekiness. She raises her eye brows and gives me a look of sexual anticipation. "If i manage to get in with Dorian, you won't pester me to go to these annoying parties for the rest of the year" Abby gapes at me,

"Its February!" 

"Exactly" Abby glares in response at me.

"Fine! But you have to send a picture that says it all! And if you don't get into his pants, then you have to go to party with me whenever I want"

"Deal" I grin at her as she remains unaware of my plan.

-Two hours later-

I was thinking about going but now it seems Im being made to go, whats up?

I reply to him, i put down my phone only for a second, then a reply came. A bit awed, i look at the message;

I heard some guys talking over at school, they weren't saying some great things about you. They were saying they have something planned for you at the party right after it, are you going to be with your friends?

Wow. He really is a knight in shining armour, i didn't think it was actually true. Well wouldnt you know, nice guys are still out there.

Im going with a friend, but we probably will hang out with different crowds once we get there, dont worry about what they said they're probably bluffing

I stare at our messages, and then as expected, a reply came a few seconds later.

It doesn't matter if they are, speaking that way about someone they don't even know already shows their personality... I wasn't going to go to the party, but i'll go if you want me to

I stare at the message, star struck. This guy. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach fluttering around for air. Is it genuine? or is he playing me with this kind of innocence? Should i flirt or should i just be platonic?

I might feel a bit better if you are around

There. I went for vague.

See you there then x

Okay, that definitely shows he's just being platonic. I feel like Im a bit disappointed... But thats only because, well i have to admit, i wouldn't mind having his attention. But even so, Im not about to jump into his pants like Abby seems to think, google images and some photoshop always works after all. I sigh and put down my iphone on my bed as i get up and walk to my en-suite bathroom. The mirror reflects a pretty girl with straight dark brown hair and large hazel eyes. She was beautiful, but dirtied. She can't remember when she wasn't, and nobody thought of her otherwise. She was definitely not the most beautiful girl in town, but she was the one who most have seen naked, that seems to speak more than beauty or personality some days. Every teen has seen the video, I've even got messages some jack off to it. I mean what else can men do these days? All they want you to do is spread your legs, even if your screaming to stop. I stare into my mirror's reflection, my eyes hard, despite what happened out there, in here, in this empty apartment, is the only place no one has or will dirty.