Page 10 of Trick or Treat
“How considerate,” I tease, rising on my tiptoes to reach his cheek, giving him a kiss.
Standing at six feet and with a sculpted body that most guys would kill for, River smiles at me, his dimples popping as his lips curl, his tonguedarting out to lick them. “Look at you, Scar. You look sexy as fuck tonight, babe.”
“Thanks, babe. You too.”
“Alright, love birds. Are you all ready to hit the fucking road and party?” Shawn yells, popping the top on his own drink, already swaying back and forth on his feet.
“Yeah, I’m ready to go.” Doing one last sweep around the apartment to make sure we have everything, I head for the door, the last one out like always, excited to see what this party has in store for us tonight; it’s Halloween after all.
I’ve always been a fan of horror films and things that most people find scary, including everything having to do with Salem around Halloween. Most twenty-three-year old girls want to spend their time shopping or clubbing, but I’d rather be watching horror films or hanging out in cemeteries, pretty much doing what I’m doing right now, but with a whole lot fewer people.
Everyone is drunk; some are tripping on acid or ecstasy, enjoying their night as graduates, knowing that in the morning the rest of their lives will begin—some of them anyway.
Carli and Melanie disappear in the crowd, leaving me and River near a line of headstones, sprawled out on the grass just gazing at the bright, twinkling stars above us, while Shawn has his tongue down some broad’s throat and another on his lap with her mouth on his neck; he’s living his best life.
“What’s going on inside that brilliant mind of yours, Scar?” River asks, his voice rasping as it slips deeply from his throat.
“Nothing…absolutely nothing, and I like it,” I answer, turning my head to meet his gaze that he has locked on me and smiling as he licks his lips, showing off the shiny, silver barbell through his tongue.
River and I met when I first started college, and we started dating right away. Four years later, here we are, trying to figure out where to go from here now that we’ve all chosen different career paths.
With my arms under my head, my shirt rises and shows off my midriff, giving River a view of my stomach, which makes his eyes light up even more. He sits up and hovers over me, his hand grazing my exposed flesh, giving me goosebumps as his rough, calloused fingers toy with the band of my leggings.
“So, we’ve graduated now... Have you thought anymore about letting me get some?” He smirks, wiggling his brows as his eyes lower to my waist, his hand sliding down and caressing the heat between my thighs that I’ve never let him or anyone else have before.
It’s not that I’m saving myself for anyone special or waiting until marriage; I just saw all the shit my mother did and put me through all for a fucking dick, so I chose to stay as far away from them as I could. Focusing on my education and making something of myself was more important than letting a man put his cock inside of me. I guess we all have different preferences. I will say that River putting up with my virgin ass for four years makes him a fucking trooper, though. But it’s not like I left him hanging and gave him blue balls for our entire relationship.
As River rubs me over my leggings, my eyes flutter, and my back arches into his touch, making the soft, damp blades of grass glide against the skin on my back as I move with him. His green eyes glimmer under the beam of the full moon as I stare into them, a glossy look taking over from the alcohol coursing through his body.
“Feels good, huh, Scar?”
“Of course, it feels good, River,” I moan, practically panting in his ear as he lowers his head, brushing his lips across the front of my throat, his body now completely on top of mine.
Just when I think things are going to progress between us, I hear a shriek, and he jumps off of me, both of us bolting up to see where the noise came from.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask, fixing my clothes, trying to catch my breath.
“No idea, but it looks like a lot of people have already left,” he says, looking around at the almost empty cemetery, and I notice the same thing but wonder when that happened.
Shawn comes over, walking out of the shadows in front of us, a grin on his face and his neck covered in dark red hickeys as the girls happily skip behind him, drunk and fucked up off their asses.
“Hope we’re not interrupting anything. I come bearing gifts,” Shawn says, pulling a Ziploc baggie out of his black jeans pocket and dangling it from his hand.
I see a stack of orange pills in a corner of the bag and assume they’re E pills, and my mouth begins to water right away.
“You sure know how to kill a mood, Shawn,” River huffs, sitting back down next to me with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“Cry me a river,River. You’ll be fucking in no time, and it’ll feel even better once you take a couple of these,” he laughs, dropping a couple of the ecstasy tablets into the palm of his open hand.
He drops two into mine as I hold out my hand eagerly, as well as Carli's and Melanie's, who both squat down next to me. When Shawn sits down and takes two pills from the baggie, we raise our glasses, pop the pills into our mouths, and wash them down in unison, ready for whatever wild trip they'll take us on. He isn’t finished, though. He pulls a sheet of acid out of his wallet and rips a strip off, placing it on his tongue and passing it to River next.
“Open up, angel.” A perfect square is torn off and put on my tongue as he speaks.
He puts one on his and presses his lips against mine. As the drug residue on the paper dissolves into our saliva, ushering us into apitch-black chasm of the complete unknown, our tongues curl around one another in a frantic struggle.
Saint
My heart beats furiously inside my chest as a result of the blue lights behind me that are flashing right in my fucking eyes, driving me mildly insane. I take a few deep breaths, move to the right side of the road, and wait to see if it’s me they’re looking for while silently praying that they’ll keep driving and leave us alone.