Page 1 of Hunted for Halloween
Chapter One
AURORA
Bobby’s Monster Mash draws closer as my Ford Mustang approaches the Corn Maze. The thumping bass of the music almost pulls me out of my sour mood as I pull my car over amidst the procession of cars that line the vast clearing surrounding the maze.
“Bitch, you quit the job, remember? They didn't fire you, so wipe that look off your face. It's Halloween!” My best friend Lydia shrieks, putting away her cherry lip gloss.
Her dark hair is tucked perfectly in place by her cute Catwoman mask. The black mask matches the slutty leather bodysuit that molds against her slim curves and flaunts her cleavage generously.
“I'm not sulking!” I defend myself with a huff. It took a lot for me to come to terms with the career path I wanted to pursue. It led me to quitting my job as an editor for one of the biggest fashion magazines in the country.
“Yeah, right.” Lydia snorts, her glossed nude lips twitching in distaste.
“I don't know, Lydia. What if I made the wrong decision? Maybe?—”
“Hold that thought,” she sits upright, narrowing her hazel eyes on me. “You have wanted to be a designer for as long as I can remember, but you spent way too much time in your head to come to terms with that. Now that you do, you are going to tear yourself down for doing what's best for you?” I can't see it but I know she's definitely arching a brow at me right now, her lips curled in a frown.
I exhale, knowing she's right. “I'm sorry.”
“Girl, you love Halloween! Everything else should be secondary right now. Now, wipe that gloomy look off your face and let's go party.” She nudges my shoulder with hers, and I giggle.
Halloween is my favorite day of the year and while my life seems like it's on fire right now, I'd rather focus on a night mashed with horror and angst as the perfect escape.
“Hell, yeah.” I agree, whipping out my red lipstick. Lydia yells excitedly as I touch up my blood red lipstick, glancing at myself in the mirror.
I pull off the sexy nurse appearance perfectly, and it makes me grin. My platinum blonde hair is snatched to the back of my head in a neat ponytail.
The stiff starched white cap with a red cross on it pins my hair backwards. The design on the cap matches the one on my short pleated nurses’ dress that barely covers the crack of my ass. It has a red taping surrounding its neckline that plunges downwards, showing off my cleavage.
There's nothing professional about the outfit. It's outrightly slutty, and that's exactly how I want it.
“Here,” Lydia leans her body forward, her hands adjusting my neckline to show more of my tits, eliciting a giggle from me. Then, she straps my glittery silver mask on my face.
I wanted a sprinkle of mystery in my costume. Hence, the reason I opted for a mask.
Lydia and I squeal in excitement, letting ourselves out of the car.
The corn maze sprawls out before us with vibrant spooky decor. The entrance is decorated with skulls, pumpkins and gothic dolls hanging on what seems like a spike that holds the sign board up in the air. The Devil's Lair is boldly inscribed on the wooden sign. Intricate golden lights are woven through the entire maze, giving it a shimmering appearance that's outright blunted by the creepy smiley face pumpkins that are placed strategically.
The premises is buzzing with people clad in different costumes, their boots and cheers nearly overshadowing the loud music.
“Wanna heal me, sexy nurse?!” a guy in a joker costume hollers at me as Lydia and I venture into the corn maze, holding hands.
Lydia gags.
“I don't do clowns!” I yell back without looking over my shoulder.
The roaring laughter behind us fades into the music as we take another turn by a pumpkin sign. It's hard weaseling our way through the maze because it's really crowded. I couldn't have been more grateful when Lydia fetched us beers.
“I think he's staring at you.” I grin, taking a sip of my beer as I stylishly nod my head in the direction of a guy in a ghost face costume, hanging out with his friends. It's obvious he's zoning out of the conversation because of how intently he's staring at my best friend.
A girly shriek tears through the air. I suppress a flinch when I realize that it's probably some people fooling around.
“Who?” Lydia stops taking pictures on her phone. She turns around, looking in the opposite direction. A faint blush explodes on her neck, widening my grin.
“Damn, he is ripped,” Lydia drawls under her breath.
“I know, right?” I murmur in response.