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Ten: Trick or Treat
Amber and I finally had a conversation. And it was scary, but it was necessary. After leaving her alone for almost two weeks, I had hoped that it would help her clear her head. Instead, I found myself in some kind of contract agreement.
"You will not spill anything I've told you in the past. You will not tell Castiel that I'm in love with him. You will not speak about what I said about Nathaniel and girls trying to befriend me because of him, and we will not, ever, talk about you dating my brother. Ever."
I nodded solemnly. Even I had to admit I was a bad friend for keeping the fact that Skye was my sister, and also breaking the one condition Amber had for me when we started being friends.
"Got it, Amber. It's so great that we're fr—"
Amber held a hand up to my face, shaking her head.
"No, Bridgette. We are not friends again."
With that, Amber had left me standing alone in the courtyard on the day of Halloween. I felt a small tap on my shoulder, making me turn around. It was Iris, who looked happy as ever.
"Are you okay?" she asked me.
"I'm fine." I said quickly. "How long have you been listening?"
"A while." She blushed. "Sorry."
"It's fine." I shook my head. "Don't say anything."
"Of course I won't." she grinned. "It's funny though. Besides you dating Nathaniel, her being in love with Castiel and you and Skye being twins is like common sense!"
"With Amber, nothing really is common." I sighed. "Anyway, sorry you had to see that. I'll get back to class."
As I started to leave, Iris chased after me with another shoulder tap.
"Bridgette!" she called again. "Um…do you want to hang out with Melody, Peggy, Violette and I later? We could go trick or treating and everything. Nathaniel's coming too, and Jade."
Well there was this party going on later, but I guess it was one to turn down. Amber and I needed space. A lot of it.
"You saw that, huh?" I shrugged my shoulders.
Iris just blushed.
"I'd love to." I smiled at Iris finally, feeling more relaxed just talking to her for a couple of minutes than I had in my whole friendship with Amber. It was as if I felt like Amber would judge me with everything I'd say, while Iris was just the sweet girl that was just there to be your friend. I liked that. I needed simple right now.
Later that night, I got dressed alone in my room, doing the finishing touches on my make up and straightening my hair for tonight. It was different, having straight hair, since it made it even longer. It didn't last long though. I grabbed a comb and pulled my hair up into a bun, sticking in a little tiara and a white feather that Leigh had suggested. Finally, I brought put on my costume. The first layer was a skin-tight white silk sheathe as a lining. On top, was the real costume. With a studded-with-sequins sweetheart top that hugged and accentuated every curve I had, it had a tulle skirt at my waist that popped out, barely covering the top of my thighs with the slightly see-through materieal. From my shoulders to my collarbones, some cleavage, and almost all of my legs, it was revealing. But it was beautiful. The intricate patterns on the torso were emphasized and were styled to make you look much thinner, and it was a corset-type too. I did the lace myself in the back, though I was pretty hopeless at first. When I was done, even my own breath was taken away. Leigh really was something. And he definitely made me feel like it too. I was the Swan Princess Odette in Swan Lake.
Skye had checked on me to see soon after I was ready if I was okay. She wore a gladiator suit that exposed her stomach, and a bustier that made her look even more endowed. The most striking thing though were her long black extensions and dark make up.
"Yo Bridge, I'm heading out." She said.
"See you later then sissy." I replied.
"You look good, by the way."
"You're gross. But you're not so bad yourself." I chuckled. "We need a picture later. Now, get out of my room! Your white-haired prince is waiting!"
"I don't have a prince! White-haired or not!" she called out before leaving me on my own.
Since she was going off with her own friends, I was lucky enough to have the car to myself. After she had left, I grabbed for the keys and got in, trying not to crease my outfit as I drove to find Iris's place. It was into the city, a regular lilac house with a white roof, a white porch, a white mailbox. Everything seemed simple and cute and white.
I knocked on the door but there was no response.
"Hello?" I called out.
I knocked again, and this time the door cracked open slightly from the force. I poked my head in, and heard the blast of pop music and the chattering of girls' voices, before stepping inside.
Crazy would have been an understatement. The whole house seemed to be alive and kicking. Iris was running around, helping everyone zip or lace their costumes, Melody was freaking out over her hair and how she had lost some bobby pins in her 'do by accident. Peggy was making a log on her recorder how things seemed to be going, which was a fun and heady kind of chaos that made you want to sit down and just laugh it off. Violette seemed to be all finished, and dressed as a doll with exaggerated red cheeks on, little violet braids, and a black, yellow, white and red Lolita dress. Kim and Capuccine were deep in conversation and were sitting very close to each other…if you know what I mean.
"Bridgette!" Iris greeted, setting down a few safety pins on the coffee table. "You look…um, I can't think of a good word for it—"
"Stunning." Melody breathed out, her glassy blue eyes checking my Halloween costume out from head to toe.
"And Bridgette Whitman arrives at the scene, though the night is still young. Will this one stir any trouble later or will she actually steer clear of it tonight?" Peggy spoke into her mic, inspecting me just like Melody.
"Ignore her." Kim said to me from the couch. I met her glowing lime green eyes. "She's a nosy bitch that sticks her nose in so deep, she doesn't even notice when her head's up an ass."
"K-Kim!" Melody gasped, obviously offended by a comment not even thrown at her.
"It's fine guys." I mumbled, my self-esteem goading me to hide under a bed. Did I really come off like that? Trouble? Did they know what Nathaniel and I did that night when we snuck out and watched a movie? That we…snuck out and watched a movie?
Peggy cleared her throat, suddenly losing interest with me. With a tap on her microphone and a sound check, she finally said, "Kim Faulkner, a tough gal or just a pervy lesbian?"
"That is it, you little fucker—" Kim had hopped off the couch, throwing Capuccine away and bared her claws (she was dressed as Catwoman apparently) for Peggy to see. Peggy, all talk and no walk, screamed in terror before bounding upstairs and locking the bathroom door.
"That should do it." Kim huffed, dusting off her hands like she had actually done anything besides growl. "Don't let that chick get to you, Bridgette. She only gets into other people's business because no one cares about her own."
"Th-Thanks Kim." I said, sitting down on the couch opposite of her. "You look great by the way."
Kim beamed and put away her snide look for a second, smiling shyly at me. She was clad in a whole leather black jumpsuit that even reached over her head, her black fringe peeking out, with metallic claws on each finger. Her toned body look excruciatingly fit in the outfit, and I had to give her props for confidence. Her dark complexion only made her eyes stand out even more.
"You look really good too, Whit." She grinned. For some reason, with Peggy locked up in the bathroom and some good friends around me, I felt better than ever.
Soon, all the girls were done.
Iris – she was a mermaid, with her bright orange locks almost similar to Ariel's in the Little Mermaid. She went all out with a sequined shell top and a skin colored tube under it, and a sequined long flowing skirt than pooled around her ankles in a mix of silver and aqua blue.
Kim- leather-coated Catwoman
Melody- she was a fairy princess, with rainbow wings and a pastel colored tulle skirt and a white sparkly top. In her hand, she had a little plastic wand, which she found extremely amusing to wave around.
Capuccine- She thought it would be funny to dress as Amber. She bought the necklace, the white handbag, the blue-beaded gold bracelet we both had, the beige blouse, and even attempted the Amber waves in her sand-colored hair. I wasn't sure whether to take a picture and send it to Amber Bristol herself, or throw up (I didn't do that because I knew Capuccine would just gossip about it to Amber later on)
Peggy- She opted to be Luigi, in the pair Mario and Luigi. I told her she needed a red Mario to go with her green top, denim jumper and green plumber hat but all she did was counter back and tell me I needed a black swan or I would look boring.
We set out to the streets together, and the night went by faster than I thought. Together, we tried to scares a couple of kids, failing miserably in our pretty costumes, dropped by some houses and traditionally trick-or-treated around the little town of Wesgrove. We even stopped by Leigh's and got mounds of candy from him, which, in return, he begged us to go around town and promote his store for us (honestly, he didn't even need the help. He was the biggest clothes salesman here.) We all obliged though, and used his store as an excuse to go talk to cute boys, seniors, that were in intensely thought-out costumes. We met Brock, a built, muscular guy who was dressed as a fireman and was on the swimming team in a school outside of town, Davis, who was the Hulk for the night and was on the baseball team, and Theo, a cute, charming blond with a light spatter of freckles on his cheekbones, who dressed up as a football player when he revealed to us that he really was in baseball with Davis. I never felt so at ease. This was my crowd. These were the people I knew how to talk to. I knew sports, I knew games, I knew how things worked, I knew what they liked, what they didn't like. And it felt easy, like I wasn't second-guessing what I was about to say all the time. It felt like I was talking to Tyler.
And here comes the chest pain. I squeezed my eyes shut as we all walked through the street, arms linked and everything. Tyler, who hadn't called in a while. Tyler, who was my long-distance boyfriend. Tyler, who was supposed to care.
"Are you okay there, Princess?" My eyes shot open to meet Theo's warm, caramel-colored ones. His blond hair stood up and looked like it was messed and pulled around, but it was cute. And so was the nickname Lysander used for me.
How did he…
Oh right. Swan Lake. Swan Princess Odette.
"I'm fine." I reassured him. "Headache."
"Do you want to sit down or something?" he asked. What a gentleman…
"No, no, I'm good," I continued my stride.
"I've never seen you around here, Bridgette Whitman." He flashed me a shy smile. He actually looked really good with his defined jaw, lightly tanned skin, dirty blond hair, and boyish grin. And his football uniform.
"Oh, me? I moved in just this year." I replied, chuckling. "So I'm not surprised if you went on and graduated without even meeting me. We are from different schools, remember?"
"That would be a shame." Theo said. "I would've missed out on meeting such a beautiful girl. With good taste in musicals, no less." He nodded at my Swan Princess tutu. We entered a village in the city, and tirelessly started to climb the hill that was lined with huge houses. No, mansions.
"Oh, pshh…" I blushed, waving at my costume, "This old thing?"
"That is definitely not just an 'old thing'." Theo laughed. "It's amazing. And it looks great on you."
"Thanks." I said shyly. Out of the corner of my eye, I already saw Iris and Davis (coincidence that their names rhymed? I think not) blushing and flirting shyly with each other, while Peggy and Brock talked each other's ears off loudly over the World Cup. Melody seemed to be sauntering behind, her head lost in the clouds as she walked alongside Capuccine in Kim, though the two seemed to be standing closer than normal. She hadn't spoken to me much, though I didn't know why. Unless… the plan was working.
Oh young love…
"Hey," Theo stopped suddenly, crouching. "Wait up, my shoelaces."
"Sure thing." I shrugged, stopping my tracks. No one seemed to notice that we had all stopped and started walking ahead of us. Theo looked like he was taking a while though, so when I peered and tried to adjust my eyes to the dark, he didn't seem to be tying anything, and just fumbling with his fingers.
What the—
"Oh look," he finally said, standing up to his full height of six-feet something. "We're alone."
"We sure are." I said breezily.
Yes, we were alone. And this felt…odd.
Just as I thought that, I felt Theo's arm drape over my bare shoulders. Goosebumps ran down my spine and I felt stuck on my spot.
"Oh, a bench." He gestured to a dark, wooden one off to our side. "We can sit."
"Or look for the others, maybe?" I suggested sheepishly.
"Nah, they'll come back looking for us. You must be tired, walking up this hill and all." He said.
"I've done it a couple times." I said. "It's nothing."
"Really?" Theo raised a dark eyebrow. "Well, that's impressive! I'm a sucker for strong girls."
"Oh cool." I nodded, averting my eyes from his caramel gaze. I swallowed. Theo was really cute, but…
"Well, it doesn't look like the others are coming back any time soon," He whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my lobe. My heartbeat accelerated and raced like it was on NASCAR. When I turned my head to say something, the next thing I knew, his lips were connecting with mine and his hand ran down my corseted sides. My eyes widened in shock and I was frozen again, unable to move or push or even kiss him back. Theo didn't seem to notice and dropped his hand from my torso, and to my thigh instead, pressing the pads of his fingers to my inner thigh. That snapped me back.
"T-Theo!" I shoved his heavy weight away from me, pushing him back on the bench and me on my feet. "What the hell?"
"What was that for?" He asked dubiously. "I waited all night for this, come on babe."
"Don't 'babe' me." I snapped angrily, my face still red and heated. "In fact, don't touch me."
"You're blushing." Theo smirked, still looking handsome and innocent as he did it. "You want me too."
Just to prove that I didn't want him, I spun on my heel and stalked off towards the top of the hill.
Ass hole!
"Yo Bridgette, get back here! I'm sorry babe, I didn't know!" He called back to me, though I knew he wasn't about to chase me down. "Come back!"
I kept walking, never mind the bruises I was giving myself on the soles of my feet. I didn't want to see him. I was mad. Mad at Theo, for even trying to take advantage of me, and mad at myself. Because I was not like that. Because I…thought about it. Hesitated. Hesitated to stop Theo. I didn't like him, we just met! But I was sad and lonely and all I could think about was my crumbling relationship that I needed desperately to save, but didn't know how, being miles and miles away from him. Before I knew it, I found myself in front of the Bristol House. And it was rich and snobby and I didn't care, I wanted to be here. I knocked on the front door, and found the only person I really wanted to see tonight.
"Bridgette? What are you doing here? Wow…you look great." He said, his eyebrows coming to a crease on his forehead. I wasn't sure if I should say the same to him. Nathaniel wasn't dressed up for the occasion, at all. Instead, his hair looked wet from what I guessed was a fresh shower, and he had on a Christmas sweater with a deer on it and dark jeans with green socks. "Oh—wait, it's Halloween. Candy, right? I'll be back, just a second."
He turned around and made for a bowl sitting on the kitchen counter.
"Nate, no I don't want candy." I sighed, following him into his house before closing the door.
"Trick or treat!" He grinned stupidly, grabbing a handful of candy and shoving it towards me. I rolled my eyes. He could be such a child some times.
"Why are you home?" I asked him. "It's Halloween."
"'Why are you in my home' is the better question." Nathaniel chuckled. "Oh, Bridgette, are you okay? You look…not yourself."
"Bad night." I looked at my feet. "I'm glad you're here though. I contemplated sitting on your front porch until you got back, in case you weren't."
"You know me…" Nathaniel sighed, hugging the bowl to his chest. "I don't really go out much."
"You don't like Halloween?" I raised my eyebrow.
Nathaniel suddenly hesitated. "It was the day…you know."
"The…day?"
"Melody and I…she told me she loved me after we checked out the Blidley House."
The what?
"It's the haunted house everyone goes to for Halloween in this town," he clarified. "We went, she got deathly scared, I held her hand through it, and when it was over, she said she loved me."
"Nathaniel," I sighed. "Please don't tell me that's why you're home right now…"
"That's not why I'm home right now." Nathaniel put on a smile. I raised an eyebrow.
"I'm home," He continued, "Because my new girlfriend—that's you—is here right now, and there's no where else I'd rather be."
I burst out laughing.
"You'd make a pretty good boyfriend, Nathaniel."
"I like to think I was chivalrous enough." Nathaniel said shyly. We retreated to the couch, where the tv was showing Discovery Channel. You've got to be kidding me.
"Seriously?" I frowned, pointing at the kangaroo giving birth on the screen. "This is what you're doing?"
"Do you have any better ideas?" Nathaniel crossed his arms.
"Actually I do." I rose and switched off the tv. The silence was suddenly deafening. I skimmed through the neatly arranged CD pile, and finally pulled out a Michael Bublé one before popping it into the sleek stereo. Soon, sweet piano keys filled the house from the overhead speakers, drowning out anything Nathaniel was saying (and what I wasn't listening to). I walked over to him sitting on the couch, his gold eyes wondering and expectant, and held out my hand for him to take. But instead, he shook his head, stood up, and sat me down on the couch, before offering me his hand. I took it, and jumped to my feet.
"What was that for?" I asked him.
"I'm trying to prove nice guys don't finish last." Nathaniel chuckled, a sly look on his face. "I love this song."
"Me too."
'Haven't Met You Yet' was playing loudly, and we swayed and danced to the music. We were as close as my skirt would let us, my chin tucked on his shoulder, and his cheek on my neck. I closed my eyes and let the music take me, as Nathaniel spun me around and matched me every step of the way. I couldn't help but be intoxicated by his sweet smell, and his graceful movements, as we bounded all around the house, the sound of our footsteps muted by the music. Whenever it came to the chorus though, we would break out in song, even if I couldn't sing at all and Nathaniel wasn't too shabby at it.
"And I know someday that it'll all turn out!" I sang.
Nathaniel came in, "You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out,"
"And I promise you kid, that I'll give so much more than I get…"
"I just haven't met you yet." Nathaniel finished smoothly. A wide grin found its way onto my face, leaving me smiling as the next verse came in. Soon, the song passed to my regret, but all the anger I felt at Theo at the start of the night had faded away like Michael's voice on his last line.
Nathaniel and I lingered longer than we should've swaying to the pause between the songs and holding each other closely. He might not have been my real boyfriend, but it sure felt like he was the only one there for me. But soon, we were broken apart by the doorbell sounding.
"Probably some kids." Nathaniel stepped back sheepishly, a lopsided smile on his face.
"I'll get it." I offered, smoothing down my tulle skirt and grabbing the bowl from the counter before opening the door. "Happy Hallow—"
"Trick or treat." Oh my God. I hadn't heard that voice in forever. When I adjusted my eyes to who it was—really, I shouldn't have left my contacts or glasses at home—it was him; dark skin, bright eyes, black hair hidden under a policeman cap, and a toned body under the matching uniform.
"D-Dajan?"
"Sweets, it's you again, eh?" He winked, flashing me a smile. "I didn't know this was your place."
"It's not." I said, reaching into my bowl of candy and dumping it into his pumpkin shaped bag. "What are you…I thought you're not from around here?"
"I'm not." Dajan smirked. "I travel a lot because of basketball, from school to school. It's been a while, huh?"
"Y-Yeah…months…" I was blushing. I already forgot about him, with all the other drama going on in my life. I didn't think he was going to go show up here, and now of all times.
"What have you been up to, eh? Going strong with your boyfriend, I hear?"
Oh God did Peggy tell you about Nathaniel too? Seriously?
That girl needs to learn to shut her mouth, especially when it concerns people from other schools.
"Yeah, it's been great." I nod, feeling awkward.
"Hey Bridge, what's taking so long?" Nathaniel asked from the living room. Before I knew it, he was at my side and eyeing Dajan with curiosity.
"Trick or treat." Dajan chuckled, when he saw Nathaniel. "I'm Dajan."
"Nathaniel." Nathaniel stretched out his hand and shook Dajan's. "So you're the one keeping my girlfriend busy, are you?"
Dajan's bright eyes suddenly widened.
"Girlfriend?" He stepped back, a look of pure shock on his face. He looked at the both of us. "Oh hell, wait till Ty gets a load of this."
Then that's when it hit me.
That's why I knew Dajan.
Him and Tyler…
When I'd watch Tyler's games at the field, we would stop by the gym where the basketball games went on. They were friends. Tyler and Dajan…
I'm screwed.
