bluebird WRATH

Chapter 3 : Monster!

"That's why I told you to never drink coffee Mi amor...but you never listen...". mom says as she fills my eyelids with a slight tone of red.

I was so close to almost leaving a death threat for Caivanial after ruining my dress until mom pulls through and manages to get the black coffee stains out. "Yeah, so that another maniac doesn't ruin another one of my dresses..." I mumble like a beatdown old man.

"Right, Caivanial was it? What's his problem?!" she's motivated to choke. The Latina in her will blow if she knew he was warning me about Aiden. She wouldn't even let me leave the house if told her so I decide to stir the boat partially off from the main route.

"I don't know...he's just...stupid." I say as I turn to look at the mirror of my made-up face. I didn't usually wear make-up, but this was prom—Oscar night for any teen. "Well as long as you're not going with him." she says finally and stands up to look at her masterpiece. I can say the make-up is good judging from her ever sweet smile. "Oh My God! Is that my Alexandra?! You look amazing honey!" dad squirms like a little girl.

"Thanks, dad..." I say, trying to hide the bash on my face. "Well, just came up to say that Aiden's here. I had a talk with him." dad says proudly with a smile worth every buck.

"Dad! He didn't leave, right?!" I ask as if he could've thrown him out. "...No...don't worry. He seems like a good kid, but just be careful honey." he tells me and it instantly reminds me of the idiot from the store. "Ok Ok." I say hesitantly before standing up to get a proper good look at myself.

The dress flows down my skin smoothly bringing out the contrast in my light brown skin against the fairy lights on my tall, full-sized mirror. The slit down helps my legs breathe but most of all helps to portray the curvature of my hips. The bare shoulders make me feel light and the middle length V running down my chest and almost touching the peaks, make me feel like a cover girl model as I step into my slim high stilettos.

When I step downstairs, Aiden is as charming as the package advertised. He wears a black tux with a grey glossy bow tie. His hair is combed neatly parted to the left side, smudged with a little gel. But above all, the smile he portrayed with his adorable dimples made me tingle hard. "Look at you..." Aiden says with his eyes sparkling into mine, "...c'mon, give me your hand." he says smoothly.

He holds it up and looks down at it, leaning in to kiss it gently before he places a rosy corsage on my wrist. When he touches my skin, a flutter of butterflies raise my goosebumps high.

"It's beautiful Aiden. Thank you." I blush.

I wish my parents farewell after the hefty photography session as we get into the limo. Everybody else is already in there, including Abby and Maverick who smile at me waggishly. I tell them to stop the teasing before I turn to greet everyone else—it is a wild limo; with wild booze and wild teenagers.

I'm just surprised nobody got high yet.

The trap music is blasting into my ears, giving me temporary hearing loss whereas Abby only felt every urge to stand up and rock; it was her calling.

After the warm-up session in the limo, everyone walks flimsily out. I almost laugh seeing Abby hang onto Maverick—she's already in her nocturnal zone. As I wait for Aiden to pay the limo driver, it's not far enough that I can see Caivanial next to a tree.

He seems annoyed and bored in his black tuxedo but without a bow nor a tie. His shirt is one button undone with his hands in his pocket. The menacing look is still there; urging me to move away from Aiden. "You ready?" Aiden asks as he grabs around my hip.

"Of course." I say and pull him towards my side as we walk towards the funked-up Auditorium. Maybe he won't come in.

Loud music, shimmering LED lights, absent-sophistication and pumping-thumping hearts beat about as this year's theme is The Great Gatsby, hence the massive partying with wild teens. The colourful magenta, yellow and blue lights bounced off on each rambunctious student as The Roaring 20's purged around every corner of the hall. From the gowns to the songs, to the teachers in almost unrecognizable costumes, it was the last fun night of my schooling years. "So you want to dance now, pretty lady?"

"Let's go..." I say with excitement as I'd already begun tapping my feet and bopping my head to the frisky tunes.

He takes my hand and grips it tightly into his as he holds on to my waist. We twirl out and about, skid across the dance floor and even knock into people who don't seem to bother. Legs fly high and hips go floor-low. He is so in tune, almost grinding into me. The music plays along as the beats move the crowd into each other. When I can see him panting, I know he's going to trip, so I bring him down to the table.

"You got style Kain..." he says as he brings out a can from out his jacket. "...Here, take this..." he says and hands me it under the table. I push it away with a furrow, "I don't drink Aiden, but thanks." "Suit yourself..." he says and plunges the alcoholic beverage into his mouth. It's been an hour since we'd arrived and the crowd is already dying out. The music became to mellow; probably because the DJ might have had a little too much to drink.

I could now see a group of teachers huddled in the centre of the dance floor, surrounded by a mass of growing students then. It seemed like Toby Milowski had bet Mr. Wayne that he could beat him in a dance-off.

"Well that was the last of it..." he says and I turn back to meet him. "Are you drunk?" I ask timidly and concerned. "No, I've got a solid head. It's a pity you don't drink, it's good for the soul." "Yeah, well..." I'm going to say until he cuts in, "Hey do I have anything on my neck?" he asks.

"No, not really..." I say peering to where his finger points.

"No it's at the back. Could you just check it out..."

I stand up to look at his neck as he points towards the back. My shoulder is almost touching his but I am with caution until he breaths in deeply and exhales strongly. "Your scent is just transducing..." he says with jubilation.

I take my seat back down fast feeling pinkish-red, "Thanks...". Did he just smell me? His hand lays still on my knee now, his thumb rubs it slowly while streamlines of goosebumps trail to my panic system, cascading more adrenaline into my face.

"C'mon, let's go outside. The party's getting too steamy and it looks like professor frog is starting to take off his coat now..." he says with his gaze at Mr. Wayne.

"Well, no one wants to see that..." I laugh with him when he takes my hand to pull me through the crowd of cheering school-goers. When we finally reach outback, I can smell the scent of fresh grass. I can see the huge lit football field with its flood lights. The ambience outside is settling with only a singular lamp shining down on us. It's just the both of us; Aiden and I.

"You're right, it's much subtler out here. I can finally hear my own heartbeat..." I joke around. "Yeah? And what's the rhythm like?" he says with his hands in his pockets.

"You want me to rhythm it out for you?"

"I think I've got a better idea." he smirks. He grabs a hold of my face gently and I know what's coming next. His head leans forward and I'm ready to feel my first kiss. When our lips touch, I feel heat rising to the back of my mouth, my stomach turning into knots and my eyes sealing shut—your kissing Aiden freaking Rodfon!

When he finally finishes, my heart ba-dum-ba-dums only harder as I try to hide my smile. "How was it?" he asks smoothly. "Like it was..." before I can finish, he grabs a hold of me again. This time he pins my hands down by my side as his legs get in between mine. What is he doing?

His hips jerk upwards then downwards and I don't like what's happening at all. He's rough with my lips, not like before. My panic overloads and I'm almost sweating with confusion and disapproval.

"Aiden No!" I stammer and push him off of me with a knee jerk. "...you can't just do as you please!" "Oh yeah?" he asks, but he only comes after me again, squeezing me tightly against the wall. I try to conjure as much strength and finally free my hands to slap him hard across his face. He pulls back, his head lies down. His beautiful face is red, but I only know that's from his anger.

"Jerk!" I shout at him, "...don't ever come near me!" I walk away. I turn to open the door until I hear him mumbling. I pan my head back to hear him speak, but the minute I saw, I screamed.

Where was Aiden and who was this?!

The strange creature catches hold of my neck and begins choking me. My airway is blocked as it lifts me up higher. I struggle to reach the ground, my hands don't know where to hold. It's black charred face almost resembled coal while the streaks, almost resembling vessels, are filled with luminous orange-red larva. His rough hands are like a tarred road which irritated my skin.

"You're DEAD!" his deep manic voice frightens my soul.