Halloween 2
Elena.
Halloween Eve has finally come, and my house has been turned into a creepy place with spooky and ghoulish decorations. Tiny orange and purple lights twinkle, creating a mystical atmosphere. Music thumped softly in the background, while the smell of candy and treats filled the air.
In the middle of all the noise, a sharp voice cut through the noise.
“You got the drinks, right?” Jane demanded, her voice low but stern. Her piercing gaze was fixed on Zayn, like an irresistibly intense laser beam. She was wearing an all white outfit, complete with a small glittering crown on her head. Her dark hair was neatly pinned up, revealing her perfect face with big eyes that hinted at her irritation.
Zayn, on the other hand, could only stare at her with a blank expression. He looked ridiculous in his big, bulging hotdog costume, making his reaction even more comical. “I thought you got it,” Zayn replied simply as he held up both hands, trying to defend himself.
“What part of ‘Zayn, get the drinks for tomorrow’ don't you get?” snapped Jane as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her lips pursed slightly, adding a fierceness that was hard to miss.
Zayn, despite his seemingly nonchalant demeanor, was clearly trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. His eyes glanced at Jane, trying to calm himself down before he finally shrugged. “I can go to the convenience store now to get a drink,” he replied slowly, his tone sounding a little defeated.
Jane's reaction changed drastically. From a cold and sharp expression, her face had unexpectedly softened. A small smile flashed on her lips, full of satisfaction. “That's right, you can do it,” she cooed in a gentle, almost seductive tone.
Taking a step closer, she lightly placed a brief peck on Zayn's cheek. His face turned a shade of red, though he tried to hide it by looking away. Still wearing his flashy hotdog costume, he waltzed away towards the door with the airbag at the back of his costume wiggling ridiculously.
Looking back at Jane, who now beamed a pleased expression, like a queen after giving a final command. “You really know how to get what you want,” I commented as I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms over my chest.
Jane just mumbled happily, going back to busy herself with the cupcakes she was decorating. Her slender hands moved fluidly, adding a layer of creepy orange frosting in the shape of a pumpkin face.
Leaving Jane behind, I made my way to Sasha, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor in a serious manner. In front of her, a scarecrow stood upright, decorated with creepy details. Sasha was finishing the last of the painting on the scarecrow's straw hat, her face full of deep focus.
She wore a short black dress, revealing her long legs that perfectly complemented her wicked aura. Jane had actually followed through with the plan to make her a “demon,” as per Reid's joking advice. A small horn adorned her hair, and her lips were dyed dark red. I cracked a small smile at her look.
“How's it going?” I asked, looking at the scarecrow that was already starting to look creepy with red paint that looked like fake blood. Sasha had even added dry twigs as gnarled hands, giving it a gruesomely realistic feel.
“Still not dramatic enough,” she murmured, her voice sounding grave. Her honey-brown eyes stared intently at her creation. “The decorations they made at the town party were... so boring. If I don't step in, we're going to look lame.”
I snickered, kicking her lightly with my slipper. “What a little viper you are. Stop complaining and just get on with it.”
Sasha rolled her eyes, but she didn't respond, refocusing on her work. Before she could make another sharp comment, I left her and made my way to the door, making sure everything was as planned.
An endless number of minutes passed. We finished the final decorations at top speed— hanging fake ghosts, putting up glowing “No Trespassing” signs, and spreading fake cobwebs in the corners of the room. The party atmosphere was starting to feel real.
Not long after, Zayn came back with heavy steps, carrying bags of soda, beer, water, and extra snacks. His face was flushed with sweat, but he kept a cheeky smile on his face. “I did it,” he said proudly, even though everyone knew it was just a small task.
When the guests finally started to show up, the mood became lively. The music thumped louder, and the room was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter. Reid came in late as usual, holding his boyfriend in his arms casually. His boyfriend looked normal from afar, but as they got closer, I was struck by something— he was dressed in a taco costume. I almost burst out laughing. It seemed that both he and Zayn had the same thing in mind when it came to food costumes.
When the guests kept coming, I stood by the door, welcoming them. Yet, despite all the noise and laughter, I felt a sense of unease that I couldn't escape. My eyes unconsciously turned to Killian's house across the street. The lights inside his house were still off.
It looks like he hasn't come home yet. But somehow, I have a feeling that it won't be long now.
The image of his reaction to this party haunts my mind. I knew Killian wouldn't be pleased. I could even imagine his cold, reprimanding gaze. But, part of me... wanted to know what he would do.
As I was greeting one of my friends, the familiar roar of a car engine caught my attention. Killian's car glides quietly into his driveway. I cast my eyes in his direction, my pace slowing down without realizing it.
Killian got out of the car, lifted his face, and his eyes locked with mine. His face looks grim like he's pondering over something, and it makes me squint, staring at him intently— almost as if daring him to do something.
Well, he dared me back. His lips curved into a sly smile, the kind of smile you would see from a brother who had just tattled on you to your parents. It made my blood boil.
He nonchalantly grabbed his bag from his car, whirled around, and strode onto his porch as if I didn't exist. Stunned, I froze for a few moments, my chest squeezed tight by the fury that was beginning to boil over. Was he going to call my parents? Or maybe use this as a way to blackmail me? I had no idea, but I didn't care anyway.
The burning rage inside me flared up even more, and without thinking, I rushed across the courtyard of my house, heading towards him. Killian had already closed the door before I even reached his porch. He knew I was coming.
