Page 40 of Obsession

Harris walked down the stairs to his friends, and I was still in shock. This was not a normal house under any circumstances. Not even a normal garage.

“You plan on staying there all day?” He addressed me as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

I mumbled to myself and followed him.

“Feeling better, Blondie?” Spikey Boy asked with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Yeah,Blondie, thanks to your friend here, I’m an addict again.”

Harris rolled his eyes.

“No, you’re alive thanks to him,” he raised his finger, “and if you ask me, you’ve been an addict all along. Those meds they probably made you take will only give you the illusion of feeling better. At the end of the day, those are drugs too,” he stood up and walked up to me, “I’m Jay, but you can call me Spikey,” he winked.

“I was already calling you that,” I laughed and took his hand, “Kath.”

I noticed Harris’s frustrated face as I shook Jay’s hand, especially because I also gave his friend a smile, which I hadn’t done even once with him. Well, I was fucking sure he hadn’t given me a reason to be nice to him yet, since he’d put me against a wall ten seconds after we met.

The others stood up as well and came towards me. The girl’s name was Violet, which didn’t surprise me, and the other guy was Ty, friendly enough and not as serious and tense as Harris.

He was a black dot in a sea of colors. They were all colorful, literally. Jay wore a white tank top, his tattoos obvious,but completely different from Harris’s – an entanglement of color from which you couldn’t pick out the essence.

V was dressed all in purple, with black accessories here and there, but her purple hair was the focal point. Ty had a special hairstyle, black roots with red ends pinned up into a ridge – a very eye-catching hairstyle. He also wore black eyeliner and had his nails painted black. From his appearance, he seemed to be the dark one here, but he wasn’t.

Harris had no piercings, no dark make-up, and no painted nails. He looked like a normal man who loved tattoos, until you took a peek into his eyes – always so serious. Even when he smiled, he remained hard, especially as he was at least a head taller than most of the people around him. There was no point in talking about his muscle mass.

After a quick analysis, I realized that each of them brought something unique to the table. Jay had his piercings and his hedgehog hairdo, Violet had what looked like a purple obsession, Ty had his makeup, and Harris had his contact lenses – because I still refused to believe those were his real eyes. Those were the things that made each of them stand out.

I was glad Amber wasn’t there, she was probably still angry about what Harris had done to her at school. She had every right to be.

“How about it, Katy, you want to play some cards?” Jay asked, looking at me with his blue, totally normal, eyes.

“If you want us to be friends, do not ever call me that again,” I threatened, trying to look angry.

He pretended to surrender, raising his arms in defense, and making a scared face. Funny.

I laughed and the others followed suit. Alright, maybe Spikey wasn’t so bad after all.

“What are you playing?” I looked at the pile of cards and money on the table.

“Blackjack,” Ty grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

“With money?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah, but now that there’s another girl, we’ll go for strip blackjack.”

Jay’s grin was too funny to annoy me. I snorted and laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows too. Violet slapped him across the head, causing a giggle to escape me. I was actually in the mood for some fun since I hadn’t had much of that lately.

“What do you think, Kath? Do you want to see those cocky assholes naked?” Violet was teasing me, and it didn’t take much for her to convince me.

I vehemently refused to believe that I was agreeing because I wanted to see Harris without his shirt.

“Okay,” I accepted and returned her cheeky grin.

I had lost a lot of nights, a lot of money, and I had done a lot of crazy things because of this game.

“You need to go home,” the demon interjected before I could step towards the table.

What was wrong with him? He accused me of being annoying for attacking him, and now that I was trying to be friendly, he was still annoyed. He was making me feral.

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