A scream has us all turning around to look. A guy lifts a girl dressed as a naughty nurse with fake blood covering her costume and throws her over his shoulder. She screams out again playfully and slaps his ass over his jeans while his hand slides up her short skirt to grip her ass.
When we all turn back to face the line, a blonde stands before us with big blue eyes and her hands on her narrow hips. Demi Holt is the spitting image of her sister, and both girls look just like their mother. I’m pretty sure all three use the same amount of bleach, shade of makeup, and brand of perfume. Neither girl knows who they really are. All they know is who their mother has told them to be.
Such a waste of a good piece of ass.
A guy by the name of Seth stands next to Demi. What are the odds?
“Hey, guys,” he greets us, shaking Cole’s hand and then mine. “Didn’t know you were gonna be here.”
“You know them?” Demi asks with a look of disgust on her face.
If Becky can be a bitch, Demi can be a fucking mega bitch. They’re not close. They’ve always disliked one another, and somewhere over the years, it’s turned to hate.
She looks the same as when I saw her three months ago. Her bleach blond hair is down and in soft waves. Where Becky wears a lot of makeup, Demi barely has any on tonight. Her blue eyes are narrowed, and her usual plump lips are now thin and coated with a shiny gloss.
Seth nods, answering her question. “We attend the University of Texas together. English Lit.”
“Forgot you guys went there,” Demi mumbles.
Liar. She knows where we go to school. She just doesn’t care. About anyone. Another quality she and her sister share.
“I want some popcorn,” Becky announces, looking over at the popcorn cart to the right of us. “It smells amazing.”
“Then get some,” Demi tells her, tossing her hair over to one shoulder. Seth goes to place his arm around her, but she pulls away from him. He doesn’t seem upset in the least.
I wonder if he’s ever tried to fuck that stick out of her ass?
Becky’s face falls. “I left my purse in the car.” She holds up a twenty-dollar bill. “All I have is enough to get in.”
“Why?” Demi asks.
“I didn’t wanna carry it in here. Not after Austin said I may have to run or crawl for my life.” She shivers at that thought, and Austin laughs.
“Just go and get your money,” Demi suggests, rolling her eyes.
“We parked too far away. I don’t wanna make you guys wait for me.” She sighs. “It’s fine.”
Gotta give a little to get a little, I tell myself. “I’ll get it for you.” Becky looks at me with wide eyes. Austin gives me a soft smile, but Demi looks at me suspiciously as if she’s on to my plan. “Anyone else want some?” I ask, not taking my eyes off Becky’s. I am trying to be nice tonight.
“I’ll get my own,” Demi announces while everyone else tells me, “No thanks.”
Walking over to the popcorn stand, I stand behind the only other two people in line. I’m not a fan of the shit. It gets stuck in your teeth, and they never give me as much butter as I like. So, I pull a piece of gum out of my pocket and pop it in my mouth.
“Still her little bitch boy, I see.”
“Excuse me?” I turn around to find Demi standing behind me in line with her arms crossed over her chest. Her blue eyes glare up at me.
“Gotta say, I admired your lack of empathy. Until now.”
“What are you talking about?” I growl. Demi knows nothing about me.
She pops her right hip out. Her blue eyes drop to my tennis shoes and slowly run up over my jeans and T-shirt before meeting mine again. “Men always think with their dicks,” she says.
I give her my back, dismissing her. She’s a child. And someone I don’t like, so I’m going to ignore her the rest of the night.
I get the popcorn and return to my friends, not bothering to wait for Demi. Becky gives me a mumbled thank you. I return it with a smile, and she looks up at me suspiciously. Yeah, baby. I’m feeding you full of bullshit, and I’m gonna cram it down your throat until you choke on it.
We get our wristbands that allow us into the first attraction and make our way over to the black building with a banner that reads Fright Night on it. As we walk through the entrance, Austin sneaks up behind Becky, places her hands on her sides, and screams in her ear. Becky jumps so fucking high she could have dunked a basketball had she been on a court.