"Umm, Faye, we barely got away with the tampon thing. I don't think we should try anything else right now," I complain, with a chuckle at the memory of Faye stealing Josslyn's tampon package from her locker and using a syringe to push a combination of cayenne pepper and water into each of her tampons. It was hilarious to watch her face turn red and her screeching at one of their school performances in the quad, andgrabbing at her crotch. It gave a new meaning to‘fire crotch’.I have no doubt that she knows it was us, but she's afraid of what Faye will do to her next, so she keeps to her petty bullshit rather than confronting us.
"No, not that, although that needs a repeat sometime soon. This is better, and it might just help you get past what that douche did to you." She pushes her phone into my hands, and I stare at the screen.
Valentine's got you down?
No significant other to share it with?
Over the useless chocolates, candy hearts, and flowers?
Want to experience something dark and exciting, instead of sitting at home all alone?
Come play with the monsters, and have your darkest fantasies brought to life for one night only.
Join the Anti-Valentine's Match, and have the most depraved, and unhinged night of your life.
The image on the screen is of a large man, his muscular arms and chiseled bare chest filled with dark tattoos, wearing a'Ghostface'mask while holding a blade against a blindfolded woman's neck, as his other hand caresses her breast. I scroll upwards, reading the rest of the text as my mouth hangs open and my eyes bug out of my head.
For one night only, February fourteenth, allow your darkest, kinkiest, and sexiest fantasies to come to life.
Match with an anti-Valentine's participant, share your desires anonymously, and meet on Valentine's night in disguise to have them fulfilled.
The best part is that you never know who you are with; each participant must wear a mask, and the app disappears at midnight. No further contact allowed.
"What the hell is this, Faye?" My heart pounds in my chest as I go over all the words again, ensuring I haven't read them wrong.
I glance at her, and she's no longer smirking, a huge smile gracing her face as her periwinkle blue eyes twinkle with mischief. "I signed up. I have no desire to spend Valentine's Day binge eating chocolate, feeling sorry for myself, and watching Netflix all night. I want to be tied up and fucked within an inch of my life by two men at the same time."What. The. Fuck.
"You didn't!" I scroll back up and see that this bitch did, in fact, sign up. “Ohmyfuckinggod! Do you know how unhinged and potentially dangerous this could be, Faye? What were you thinking?"
"Yes, and I don't care. I've always wanted to experience a threesome with two men who spend all night pleasuring me, and using me up for their own satisfaction. This gives me a way to do that, and not have to actually date them, or have an awkward conversation about what I want and my limits." She points to the phone with her red dagger-styled nail. "It's all spelled out on there, your desires, kinks, soft and hard limits. Everything you want to experience, and if you weren't stuck in your head, Cordie, you would sign up and be finally free of Noah Tisdale."
She grabs my phone out of the waistband of my tights, pulls up the app, downloads it, and hands it back to me, and I gasp and stare at her like she's lost her damn mind. "I can't do something like that, Faye, I'm... I'm not brave like you," I point out as my stomach twists with nerves, but I also feel a heated sensation of excitement rise within me.
"You can, and you will, Cordie. You need this. Besides, how bad can your fantasy be, girl?" She snickers at me, and before I can stop the words from leaving my lips, I reply to her, refusing to look at her. I doubt she'll judge me, especially after revealing her own fantasy, but I can't bear to see pity on her features either.
"I fantasize about being chased through the woods, caught, and tied up, while someone does whatever they want with me, and I try to fight them off." I blush hard, feeling even my hair roots flushing red.
"Oh my,little red riding hood, let's find you a big, bad wolf to devour you then," she giggles, taking the phone back from me, and beginning to input my information, and I do nothing to stop her. Maybe she's right, and this is precisely what I need to get over Noah Tisdale. One night, no connections, no feelings, just something utterly primal, and then I'll be able to move on.
Valentine's is in two weeks, so I'll have time to work up my courage. For the first time in months, I'm actually excited about something.
CHAPTER 3
NOAH
Iattempt to stifle a yawn as Josslyn keeps adamantly gossiping with the girl who's stopped at our table, and keeps giving me'come bend me over this table' eyes. I'm tired, irritated, not inebriated enough, and incredibly bored with this whole situation, and my present company. My eyes trail over Josslyn's features, cataloguing all the things I missed before I went and blew up my entire world with this succubus. Like the fact that her forehead doesn't move with all the Botox she's gotten, or how her cock sucking lips, which were already plump and juicy, have almost doubled in size with all the collagen she's had injected into them, and now make her look like a demented duck who's always attempting to whistle. Then there's the blonde hair that I didn't realize was mainly made of extensions, until I started yanking them out when I fuck her hard and ruthlessly like the whore she is. To top it all off, her annoying voice grates on my nerves, and her laugh makes me want to stab my eyes out with a fork. How the fuck did this become my life now?
Well, let's see, you destroyed the one chance at happiness you had in your whole miserable life. Broke down and destroyed a good girl who loved and cherished you, for a pieceof skanky ass and fake tits. Lost one of your closest friends in the process, who is now trying everything he can to get with said perfect broken girl. You're failing most of your college classes, and running low on money, which you have no way to replenish unless you sell dope or get a job. Your parents hate you and don't return your calls, and oh yeah, you might have caught an STI from the bakery slut, who you barebacked yesterday in a dirty alley, just so you could feel any emotion other than despair.
My mind's commentary, listing all my failures, makes me down the rest of the beer in front of me in one large gulp. Maybe if I get drunk fast enough tonight, I'll be able to forget that look on Cordelie's face when she saw us earlier at the coffee shop, or how pale she got, and how her overly thin body trembled, as she attempted to keep herself together when faced with our toxic presence in her vicinity. While I'm at it, I should try to forget the way Sly instantly came to her rescue, or how he escorted her out of the cafe like a white knight keeping her safe from a villain, namely me.
You don't fucking deserve Cordelie, you never did. This is your penance, this skank that hangs onto you for dear life and uses you, just like you do her.
"Babe, isn't that right?" Josslyn's long, fake fingernails drag down my arm, scratching at the bare skin of my tattooed forearms, and her voice fills with annoyance at the fact that I'm not paying the slightest attention to her.God, save me from this needy bitch.
"What?" I question, yanking my arm away from her, while trying my best to get the waitress's attention so I can get another drink, maybe something a little stronger, while at the same time debating on whether to smash my current beer bottle on the table, and use one of the shards to slit my own throat and put me out of my current misery.
"I was just saying that we're going to the party tomorrow night at Parker's, but I hope that mopey, pathetic bitch isn't there to ruin our night. Like, really, she should get a clue. No one fucking wants her to come out anymore." Josslyn pushes her long strands over one of her bony shoulders, and I have to stop myself from strangling her with them for talking smack about Cordelie. She knows I don't like that shit, and that she needs to keep Cordelie's name out of her mouth. I've given her plenty of warnings, but apparently all the bleach has gone to her damn airless head, 'cause she just keeps at it. Maybe it makes her feel better about herself, to put down a person who once loved and was good to both of us. The truth is, there's nothing pathetic about my ex-girlfriend and her ex-best friend. We're the pathetic ones. We betrayed someone who wouldn't hurt a damn fly.
