𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

;gunman

(A/N unedited again but it's bc they're long chapters don't hate me)

Emma Chamberlain

It was the day of the party that I was sure of. I had no idea about when I was going, where I was going or what to wear.

"I'll be returning late Sunday night" Olivia states clasping her hands together with excitement. There's a honk of a horn and I guess it belongs to Samuel's car.

Samuel, like the rest of the guys Olivia dated, was multiple years older. Emre said he knew him, but he said that about everyone he had merely glanced at.

It scared me that her boyfriends were older. One, because they owned cars and car crashes were one of the most common ways to die around QUEENS and Two, because they were always much more strong and more intimidating.

Unfair for me to say that with my attraction to the bad boys, I scoff at myself.

The last boy Olivia had dated was possibly the worst, even his name was like a curse in the house so when I even thought of him I labelled myself as a sinner.

I wave Olivia off from the window and go back inside to scroll through my social media's.

Amanda had left yesterday afternoon according to Olivia and apparently Emre had also packed a backpack full with clothes and left telling Olivia that he was gonna be gone for the weekend.

When I'm alone that's when I begin to think of him and think about what happened. It's strange because I was certain that out of all three of us, I was the one who still thought about it all the most.

After all it was a fucking scary experience, I remind myself, with a shudder.

My phone pings and it's an unknown number, I cock your head to one side in confusion and swipe the notification to open it up.

Unknown number
Princess St. No4, 7pm
Come in black, there isn't a dress code.
But just trust me

I stare down analysing the number wondering which one from the group had sent it. Crossing my fingers, I pray to all the gods that it isn't Nate

Me
Ethan?

I send back holding my breath, hopefully it wasn't anyone else and I didn't look stupid.

Unknown number
Get me added to the contacts, babe

With that I set down my phone with a smirk contemplating whether I should carry on the conversation as I stare up to the ceiling.

He'd seen that I'd seen it.

I had to remind myself who he was while I clamber up my stairs to look for something black. And luckily for me that's all I owned.

During the journey to Nate's house I promise myself that no harm is going to come to me but that I was allowed to have fun.

It makes me laugh because I then realise how I've evolved into being my mother as well as being myself.

I look down at my very short and revealing dress and decide that I definitely wasn't my mother.

The road that turns onto Princess St. was booming with music already and the house was the 4th one in.

Poor neighbours.

The door was widely swung open and multiple girls were hanging off of the porch like apes in the wild, still with grips upon their red solo cups.