the devil wears leather

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I wake up, a piercing headache slamming a fist against my head. I groan and roll over my body hitting another. FUCK WHAT DID I DO LAST NIGHT! I open my eyes and scream. Ian is asleep, drooling on my pillow. His eyes rip open and I scream again. "GAH!" He falls off of the bed.

"WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED!" I scream, his head popping up from the side of my bed.

"BECAUSE YOUR DRUNK ASS ASKED ME TOO. WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" He shouted back. Oh god my head is killing me. I put my head back on my pillow and shut my eyes. I hear the bed moan as Ian pushes himself up. "Do you want water? And an aspirin?" I nod and I hear the door opening. Oh God, what did I SAY yesterday! I hear a groan and see September lying on my couch. I get up slowly, tossing the blanket over her, then sit back down. Ian walks in with water and  aspirin and hands me it. I sip quietly.

"We have to clean."

"Already done."

"When did..."

"I have difficulty sleeping sometimes, so I got up and cleaned." He shrugs, sitting on my bed. I nod and sip the water again. I hand Ian the glass and he finishes it.

"I'm hungry..." I say, watching Ian tidy up my room.

"To bad, so sad." He says, after finishing throwing the dirty clothes into a hamper.

"Ugh. I'll starve." My headache was going away. I still couldn't remember what I had done, but everything was clearer.

"Alright." He said, sitting on my floor.

"Leave, I have to get changed, then we must dispose of the dead body."

"Can I watch?"

"Me change?"  He nods, smirking. "No. Get out." He groans, pulling himself up. He shut his door behind me. I stood up and shook September awake. She moaned. "Get your fat ass up." I said. "I need help with my outfit." She sat up.

"Why to impress Ian?" She teased, her voice quiet. I blushed.

"It's not obvious is it?" I asked, sitting on the ground.

"Not really. But... I'm so... sleepy." Her head falls forward and I hear her snoring. I roll my eyes and push her head back. She sits up quickly. "Huh? What?"

"Help. Meh." I whine, grabbing her arm and tugging. She groans and stands up, then slides her feet across the floor. She opens my closet and stares at my clothes, occasionally rubbing the fabric. She hands me simple jean cut offs and a light white tank top.  I quickly change. "How do I look?"

"Casually sexy." She mumbled, her face smushed onto the closet. I laugh and lean into my closet, picking up a pair of sweats and a tank top and hand them to September.

"Put these on. Take my bed. Have fun." I say, smiling.

"I love you already!" She starts to change quickly and I leave, bumping into Ian.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"No worry. You look pretty." He points out, smiling, then walking away slowly. He just wants you to blush. I know. I smirk and turn away, walking down the stairs. Someone was at the door. I answer it. It's Scott.

"Robin..." He mumbled.

"Huh? I'm not Robin." I say, staring at him. His eyes were slightly puffed, but bright red circles. "Scott.." I hear footsteps on the stairs and Ian is next to me.

"What's up man?" Ian says.

"Robin..." Scott started but my phone rang. I glanced at the name. Olivia? I answered it, walking away from he boys.

"Hello?"

"She's dead. Oh God she's dead." Olivia's throaty voice spoke back.

"What?" Fear trickled up my stomach and into my voice.

"Robin. She's... gone. But she was so happy. A short past of depression, but that was five years okay." Olivia mumbled.

"How?"

"She hung herself. Never much for blood really. William he..."

"Where are you?" I hear horns in the background.

"At the edge of the street."

"What are you gonna do?" I run over to Scott, placing the phone on speaker.

"Walk into traffic." The line dies.

"SCOTT WHERE'S OLIVIA!" I shriek. He points shakingly down the street. I push past them running. I can make it. I know I can. But then I hear a shriek of tires and the connecting of metal and shrieks. I scream, then run faster. I turn the corner, falling to the ground. A limp Olivia is on the side of the road, her  shirt and head soaked in blood. I hear doors slam and people surround me. Her chest is frozen. I touch her head. "Olivia?" I whisper. Why do I feel so lost? I barely knew her. Because she was your first friend. And you pushed her away. Her eyes. Look.

I  look down and scream. Olivia's eyes are slowly opening.

"It's okay."

"Can I see Robin?"

"Never. Not now."

"But I want to..." She shut her eyes.

"OLIVIA!"