Page 101 of Lovers Fate

“They hang out. She sleeps over Rose’s dorm sometimes,” Nick divulges.

Rose glances at me. I forgot that I didn’t tell her that we’d met the last time I slept over.

“Sleeps or fucks?” Kevin says with a knowing grin. “You do get around, huh?”

“Not like you do, Kevin,” I say in a sultry voice.

He smiles but its dark and I want nothing than to strangle him but I can’t.

There’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn my head and my eyes widen when I spot the woman with the white hair from the Circle of Freaks. I don’t know why she is here but she’s holding two red cups out to me and Rose.

“I’m sure you’re thirsty,” she says with a smile.

Her makeup flawless, not one smudge. She beautiful.

“Thank you,” I tell her grabbing both cups handing one to Rose.

She leans in and whispers, “A little secret. These guys are no fun,” she says with a teasing glint in her voice. Like she is playing a character, but I know better. It’s a warning.

“I can tell,” I reply her taking a sip of the fruity concoction. I hold back a grimace. I’m not an expert in alcohol but I can tell this drink has plenty.

“Be careful drinking this,” Rose says softly, “It’s a creeper.”

Kevin smacks his hands together in a loud clap that can’t be heard over the music playing.

“Why don’t we have some fun. I suggest you let Rose go so she can hang out with her boyfriend or maybe you can both hang out together.” His voice drips with innuendo.

I really hate that guy.

I glance at the red head and her face falls. Her plans with Nick going up in ashes when Rose steps forward.

“I’ll be just a minute,” she says.

I nod and hope to hang out with the woman with white hair blue she vanished. It was like she disappeared into thin hair.

A blast of cold hair hits my shoulders wishing I didn’t leave my coat in the car. I turn and there is a back door from the kitchen open. I can see a flash of long blond hair whip around the door.

I could have sworn it was a little girl or someone who is really short.

When I make it outside, I toss my drink in the trash and spot her at the edge of the woods. She is facing me. Staring directly at me. Her silhouette distinguishable under the moonlight.

There are two guys smoking weed on my left.

A couple fucking in the corner. The girls leg hitched over the guy’s hip and he’s thrusting in her.

The guys smoking weed are oblivious or so fucking high they don’t notice.

I tear my gaze away and see the little girl still standing at the edge of the wood line.

It’s dangerous to be out there this time of night. I wonder who would let a little girl hang out in a house with a college party going on.

She beckons me with her small hands to come over. I walk over and then she runs. I run after her imagining someone kidnapping her or worse, she gets hurt. I run faster and faster, the cold air and branches whipping at my arms as I push through the brush of tree. The air crips mixed with a cloud of smoke with each heavy breath I take.

She stops, turns around, and then I hear her laugh.

“Wait,” I call out. “It’s dangerous to run out here at this time of night. You have to go back.” But she doesn’t listen. She runs, laughing like it’s fun to be out here in the middle of nowhere.

I stop to catch my breath. I’m bent over with the palms of hands on my knees. My legs feel like ice underneath my fishnet stalking. I work a transparent pair underneath but it does nothing for the cold temperature. A shiver runs through me despite that I’m sweating and it feels like each drop is turning into frozen rain drops on my skin.

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