THE BAD BOY - 18+

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BEATRICE

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I SAT ON the bed and waited for Celia to finish adding her 'finishing touches' to my costume. Today was Halloween and every year for an hour or two we go trick or treating. It may sound childish, but I don't see what's childish about candy.

After were done trick or treating, we go to the Halloween party that's thrown by the seniors.

"You're going to get drunk today." Celia piped from inside the closet.

I shook my head vigorously, "No. I won't."

"Yes, you will. Can you stop being good for like a few hours. Isn't it tiring?" She asked.

I frowned. I'm not good, as she puts it. I just follow the rules. No drinking, no smoking, no bad boys, only smart boys, no cursing, no bad grades. If that's what you call being good, then this world is in a very bad place.

"No...?" I responded, unsure.

"See! You don't even like it!" Celia says, huffing in the closet.

Before I could respond, she came out of the closet with a dress. My jaw dropped.

"You made this?" I asked, getting my facts straight.

She nodded, excitedly.

"And you expect me to wear that?" I asked, trying to make her see my point.

She nodded again, shoving it in my hands. I sighed and stared at the dress.

It was a red, leather dress with ruffles lining the bottom. Attached to the back was a feathered pair of wings. I watched as Celia walked back into the closet and came out with a red bow and pair of red, knee-high, leather boots.

I groaned, "You want me to be cupid?!"

She nodded, excitedly, again, "Yes, you would look so hot in it."

I rolled my eyes, "What are you wearing?"

"I'm..." She said, walking into the closet to bring out her outfit. She then came out a second later with a black dress and a black, feathered boa. "...Going to be a Flapper."

I smiled at her, "Yeah, that would look nice."

"I know!" She squealed. "Now get into the bathroom and change. We don't have much time."

I gathered all my clothing items and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I laid the clothes down neatly and stripped out of the clothes I was wearing.

I took out a dress and peeking out of the top was a piece of fabric. I took it out and gasped. It was a pair of matching red, lace underwear.

"Celia?" I called from in the bathroom.

"Yeah!"

"I'm not wearing this." I said, shaking my head.

"Bea, yes, you are! Now put it on and stop complaining." She snapped.

I huffed and slipped the items on. Looking at myself in the mirror I shook my head in dismay. It's a good thing my parents weren't home or they'd have a heart attack.

I walked out of the bathroom and threw the rest of my clothes in the laundry bin. I looked at Celia and my jaw dropped.

"You look beautiful!" I exclaimed.

She was wearing a black sequined dress and had black gloves on that reached her elbows. For her shoes she was wearing a pair of black heels and had a feather boa hanging from her arms. She also had a little black headband that had a feather sticking out of it.

"Speak for yourself! You look like a goddess." She said, smiling mischievously.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. She rushed to me and then got started on my makeup and hair. Tonight was going to be a long night.

*

I glanced at the time as we came back from the last house in the neighborhood. It read 10:32. I've never been out this late, I noted.

Celia walked ahead of me, dangling from Christopher Chant's arm, who was dressed as a pirate. She was giggling as he whispered things into her ears. I smiled slightly, shaking my head. Boys like him were overrated.

I continued walking and reveled at the warm California air. I was stopped by a person who blocked my path. I frowned and looked up at him as all the air escaped my lungs.

I stared into a pair of beautiful grey eyes, my blue eyes paled in comparison. He looked down at me and smiled, my eyes still wide.

He lifted his hand and ran it up my arm and up my neck. I shivered at the feeling.

"W-What are you d-" I stuttered.

"Shh." He cut me off. I stood frozen, entrapped as his hands fell lower and landed on my hips. I did nothing, but watched his beautiful grey eyes.

He pulled me closer to him and brought his lips to my ears. A shiver traveled down my spine as I felt his lips on my ear.

"You look so fucking beautiful." He said. My eyes widened at his words.

His lips traveled down to my neck and up to my jaw, agonizingly slow. I couldn't be doing this. This was worse than bad, this was horrible.

I used my hands to push him off, but he caught them in his. He twisted my hand so that my palm was facing him and he smiled. He planted a kiss in my palm and trailed more down my arm.

My eyes closed and I shivered once more. What was he doing to me? I've never felt something like this before.

He stopped his kisses and pulled back. I frowned at the absence of his body heat.

"Want more?" He smirked.

My frown deepened as I stayed quiet.

"Senior party. On the roof." And with that he walked away, leaving me to question what just happened.

I took in a breath and sighed, looking around. Where was Celia?

I spotted the back of her head and rushed to her as fast as I could. I stopped before I tapped her shoulder.

Should I really be telling her what happened? I'd be shunned and looked down on by everyone in town. I decided to keep it to myself.

Besides, I had more pressing things on my mind. Like would I be meeting the handsome boy on the roof or not?

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DATE: 11/23/2020

buh-bye mfs. love ya.