Page 3 of Game of Hell
I stare in awe at the big ass house. It has to be at least four or five different floors. The iron gate is wide open and we walk through. The house is a dark and broadening black that pulls you in but also terrifies you. Fake webs string from its peeling, cracked windows and fake gravestones cover the yard. Lots of people are holding red solo cups filled with a drink I don’t want to try.
“Holy shit.” I murmur.
“Right, I think that every year. I’ll never get over this type of money.” Sophie whispers beside me.
I spot my brother off to the side talking to a bunch of other guys and smoking weed. The stench is so strong it wafts around the courtyard—It smells like a skunk's ass. I scrunch my face up and turn back to the front door.
“Can we go inside?” I ask.
I shiver along with the leaves that scatter the ground. The fall air is overly cold this year, I can’t imagine how cold it’ll be when December comes.
“Not yet. We party outside until 1:00am then the doors open and we’re each blindfolded and you know what happens after that.” Sophie says as she looks over at the bar. “I’ll go grab us a drink, stay here for a second.”
I go to disagree but she walks off. Her blonde hair swaying behind her as she gets lost in the massive crowd.
“Well fuck me.” I mumble and look around at all the different faces.
There’s a few people I remember from school but not really. Most of them have costumes that cover their faces. Somethinghits my side and suddenly I'm falling forward, I stumble for a moment before I catch myself.
“Hey, watch out!” I yell and turn around.
A guy with black wavy hair tilts his head and cocks an eyebrow at me. My gaze drifts over him, memorizing every detail. Black jeans with a black belt looped through them settle low on his hips and a black shirt, that squeezes his bulging torso, is tucked into them. Veins pop out of his arms and I can feel the heat of his skin on mine. Silver glints from the piercings of his nose and ears, catching the light with every movement.
He towers over me and his grey eyes bore into mine, pinning me in place. A smirk settles on his lips as he pushes his hair out his eyes, and I notice the glint of heavy rings on his fingers as well as the mask dangling from his wrist.
A ghostface mask.
“You bumped into me, Little Devil.” His voice is deep, rich, as his mocking tone hits my ears. I hiss at his words. A face of a god wasted on such a rotten attitude.
“I didn’t. I’ve been standing still this entire time. If you don’t want to apologize you don’t have to but don’t be a dick either.” I walk away from him before he can utter another word.
I’m not a little girl, way past that actually. I continue walking until I make it to the bar. Sophie leans against it flirting with the bartender behind it. He hands her two red cups and she lightly kisses his cheek.
“Sophie.” I tap her shoulder and she turns to me.
“Oh shit, sorry it took so long. The line was long as shit and that guy–” She turns and looks at him. He’s walked over to another set of people. “So fine.” I cringe at her words.
“It’s ok. I didn’t mind waiting until a prick bumped into me.” I feel my blood boil as I think back to him. He looks way too good to be acting like that.
“Who?” She looks behind me at the sea of people.
I look behind me and find him across the yard leaned against the building, staring deep into my soul. His eyes penetrate mine and he tilts his head as if in thought. A wicked smirk eases onto his lips as he slips his mask into place.
I point over at him and turn to Sophie. “Him!”
She turns to where I’m pointing and her eyebrows lift.
“Where?” I turn back to the side of the building but he’s gone.
“Oh, fuck it. He’s gone but he was rude as fuck.” I bring my hand back down to my side.
“Not surprising. Most men are.” I laugh at her response and grab a drink from her.
I stare down at the pink liquid and cringe. Yeah, I’m not drinking this.
'Wait what are they doing?’ I look up at where she stares. People begin to form a line.
“It must be time.” I look down at my watch, it’s exactly 1:00.
