Party In The Graveyard(KevinGhostFanfic)

Chapter Nine:I Wasn't The Killer This Time

Chapter 9

Kevin and I sat on the couch. Damon and Reece laid on the floor, talking about random things. I could not lay down, because my dress was too short. I could have changed, but I wanted to keep Kevin on edge, for the fun of it.

"I'm super stoked for the interview with Bryan.", I smiled.

"It's gonna be pretty rad.", Kevin replied, checking something on his phone.

"What are you doing?", I asked, looking over him. He'd been on his phone the entire time since we'd gotten back, and I was getting curious. Curiosity killed the cat, right?

"Nothing....?"

"That sounded like a question to me."

He slipped his phone in his pocket.

"It wasn't. I wasn't doing anything....Blake Bellecism...."

My eyes widened, and Reece looked at me in shock.

"How does he know?"

"I don't know I never told him."

That's it, that's what he was doing on his phone.

"How did you find that?"

Damon was just looking confused.

"What's going on?", Damon asked.

"NOTHING!", Reece and I shouted at the same time.

"Kevin.", I said, grabbing his shirt and dragging him to my room. I shut and locked the door.

"Ooh, what's gonna happen now?"

I was breathing heavy.

"How do you know about that name?!"

"Well, I was on Twitter and someone messaged me these pictures of you...black hair, you must've been eighteen, nineteen in them. They sent me a link with a video."

I put my hand over my mouth.

"You didn't tell me you used to work the poles.", he winked. I died right then and there. I felt my heart sink.

"I don't! I didn't! It was a thing for less than a year! I just needed cash okay?"

He laughed.

"I know that. I just like messing with you. I mean, you've messed with me the entire time tonight, just with every little thing. So I figured it was my turn."

I glared at him.

"Do not EVER mention the name Blake Bellecism to anyone, got it?"

He nodded with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

"And...delete those pics, okay?"

The pics were most likely of me in some cheap lingerie or some stupid costume and I really didn't want others to see that. It was a time in my life that was worse than anything I mean, I wasn't embarrassed of the many lives I took, but I was embarrassed about pole dancing. I mean, who wouldn't be? It only lasted for like eight months, and I was not proud of it.

"Well, ill delete the pics, but I'm keeping the video."

I slapped my forehead, shaking my head.

"Kevin, pleasssseeeeeeeee."

"I'm not deleting it.", he winked.

I glared at him.

"I won't show it to anyone, don't worry. But I'm keeping it.", he said, smirking like a fool. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled his face to mine, our foreheads touching.