Chapter 1 - Halloween

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October 31st

ten months later

"O-o-o-la-la babe, you look smokin'!" Miranda, one of best friends, sings as I step out of my huge walk-in closet.

She's sitting on my King sized bed in her angel costume, a headband with a golden halo resting on her red hair.

"Thank you," I grin as I twirl around in front of my full-body mirror.

I'm wearing a blue skintight long-sleeve romper that just about covers my butt, zipped up in front but showing a lot of cleavage. I've pushed my girls up with the help of a push up bra and pulled on over-the-knee black leather boots with heels.

The sexy cop outfit is completed with a fake patch on the chest, a cap, and a black belt around my hips with handcuffs. My long dark brown hair is cascading around my shoulders in thick waves, and my make-up is on point, my green eyes popping.

I look good, even if I say so myself.

"I bet Nick is going to pass out when he sees you," Miranda teases me.

I wiggle my eyebrows at the idea. "I hope so."

Nick and I have been dating since June, ever since he asked me on a date. I like him, he's nice and good-looking, and we have fun together. We were friends before and he was there for me after the crash, and he waited for months to confess his feelings for me, waiting for me to be ready, which I appreciate. I was deep in a dark pit at the time, having a one-night-stand after another, trying to feel good and forget everything for just a few hours. It worked for a while. But then the empty feeling would return and I'd kick the guy out, still feeling like shit.

I don't know if I really was ready to date again when Nick asked me out, but I wanted to move on in my life and figured dating an awesome and caring guy might help. In a way it did. Since I've been with him, I've been getting out of the house more, so there's that.

"What time is it?" I ask, giving myself one last check in the mirror.

"Five till ten," she checks her phone and gets up since we're supposed to ride to the party with Nate, Sophie, and Landon and meet our friends there.

"Nate's gonna disapprove," she giggles behind me as we descend the stairs.

"Like I care," I sing back to her, spotting the others already waiting by the stairs.

Sophie and Nate are dressed as Alice in wonderland and the Mad Hatter, respectively, matching their costumes every year. They are sickeningly cute that way.

But my jaw almost drops at the sight of Landon in his hotter than hot S.W.A.T. costume that leaves his tanned arms bare. With his dark hair, muscular built, and a five o'clock shadow, he really fits the character of a badass cop.

I mean, I'm not blind, I've always thought he's good-looking, but I've never considered him sexy. Until now.

"What is that?" Nate draws my eyes back to him. He's looking at me very disapprovingly, raising a brow.

I smile innocently. "My costume, duh."

Nate is about to say something else but Sophie places her hand on his chest to stop him, and smiles at me. "Sexy," she winks.

At least someone appreciates it. Well, someone else might as well. From the corner of my eye, I notice Landon's eyes roaming my body from top to bottom, as if at a loss for words. Well, there's a first time for everything!

"Cat took your tongue?" I take the last steps down and walk by him to the front door, swaying my hips as I do so.

I look back over my shoulder at him, secretly satisfied when I catch him watching my ass. I don't know why I even care. I've never cared before. But then again, what girl doesn't want recognition after hours of getting ready.

Realizing I've caught his staring, he clears his throat and rolls his eyes. "I see you're going as a slut, then."

Ouch. That almost hurt. Key word almost.

"Landon!" Sophie gasps, shocked.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Well, sluts do have all the fun," I wink saucily. "You of all people should know that."

I turn on my heels and go outside.

We're taking Nate's blue Ford Mustang GT, as he's staying sober tonight. Sophie takes the front passenger's seat as the rest of us climb in the back, Miranda in the middle.

Landon and I look away from each other the whole ten minute drive, ignoring each other completely. Nothing new there.

Nate pulls up to a big house right outside the university campus, the party in full swing already. The house is rented by eight guys known for throwing the biggest parties in town, and it's become pretty much the regular party place.

I step out of the car, pulling Miranda behind me. "See ya!" I yell over my shoulder as I drag her inside. "Let's go find our boys."

We navigate through the masses of people dancing and drinking, making our way to the kitchen where the booze would be. Miranda grabs a beer while I pour myself a half-vodka, half-coca cola into a red party cup.

"Cheers," I clank my drink against hers and take a sip.

"Miranda!" a guy's voice calls over the music and we turn toward the sound.

Brett Durham, a dark haired guy dressed as a fireman, also being Miranda's long-time boyfriend, makes his way to us, Nick in tow.

I notice my boyfriend is dressed as a cowboy, the look suiting him well with his blond hair and smiling blue eyes.

"Hey babe," Miranda kisses Brett, smiling up at him.

He takes in her costume, a white dress that flares out at the waist in shredded layers and ends right above the knees, completed with white feather wings, and nods his approval. It's a whole lot more modest than my outfit, but then again I'm way more comfortable with showing some skin.

Nick just stands there looking at me, not having said a word yet.

"So?" I ask when he doesn't say anything. Doesn't he like it?

He shakes his head and closes the space between us, his hands finding their way around my waist. "You look hot as hell," he whispers in my ear. "As always."

I smirk, satisfied, and kiss him on the lips. His lips taste like beer, and I find I quite like it. I deepen the kiss, pulling him closer, and he answers eagerly.

"Ahem," a throat is cleared behind me.

We separate and I look behind me to find Nate staring at the ceiling, looking like he wishes the ground would swallow him up.

I smirk and notice Nick's cheeks reddening.

"Sorry, bro," I laugh and take a drink from my vodka coke.

Landon pushes past me to the drinks, not even apologizing as he bumps into me on the way.

"Asshole!" I glare at him, but he only gives a tired look and I flip him off, then grab Nick by the hand and lead him out of the kitchen. Miranda and Brett follow us.

"Damn, that boy has some issues," she whistles.

"You don't say," I mutter. "Where are the others?" I ask Nick, and let him lead us to the living room.

There, on a huge gray couch, sit the rest of our friends, all in costumes: Riley Nielsen as a hot nurse — fitting as she's a nursing major— Stella Chaney as an army girl, Gabriel Rodriguez as a Pharaoh, Liam Dillard as the Joker, and last but not least, Jonah Ewing as Superman.

We greet them and squeeze on to the large-as-life couch. We drink and laugh, the hours flying by.

When we're all good and tipsy, some of us flat-out drunk, Stella initiates a game of spin the bottle with a twist; you have to down the drink in your hand before completing the truth or dare. We all laugh, reminiscing of all the high school parties, and say yes.

Half of us get up and sit on the floor in front of the others in a crooked circle, and Riley goes to get an empty beer bottle.

Stella spins the bottle first and it lands on me. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I raise a brow in challenge and a gulp down the rest of my drink, feeling it go right up to my head. There isn't much I don't have the guts to do, and they all know it.

"I dare you to..." she smirks, throwing her curly blond locks over her shoulder, "slap Landon on the ass."

"What?" Nick glares at Stella, who just shrugs.

They all know about Landon and me disliking each other. I would've been horrified if she'd dared me to kiss him, but a slap on the ass is nothing.

"It's not like it means anything," I tell him and get up, my eyes searching the room for the S.W.A.T. officer. I finally spot him standing near an open backyard door, talking to a few familiar-looking guys with red solo cups in hand.

Well, here goes nothing! I approach him from behind, and put my finger on my lips as his friends spot me. They grin but say nothing as I tiptoe closer, waiting for the moment he puts the cup to his lips.

I slap his ass hard, gaining a surprised jump and a cuss word as he spills his drink all over him.

I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the giggle as he turns around to see the culprit. I can tell he's surprised it's me, but his features quickly arrange into an annoyed glare, and he playfully shoves his friends who're laughing at him.

"Nice ass," I laugh, showing him two thumbs up before retreating, afraid of revenge.

My friends are all laughing, well, except for Nick, and I sit back down.

It's my turn to spin the bottle and it lands on Gabriel. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever sent a picture of yourself naked to anyone?" I wiggle my brows suggestively.

"More than once," he grins proudly. 

"Oh my god!" Miranda sputters, covering her face in shock. "Why?"

Gabriel shrugs, "What can I say? I look good naked."

I laugh and roll my eyes as he takes his turn. He gives Liam, our blond jock, the task of stuffing his mouth with candy and flirting with a girl he doesn't know. We all sputter as we watch him trying to sweet talk a pretty blonde while not able to talk properly through all the candy. The girl looks at him weirdly and finally walks away. He turns to us and shrugs his shoulders.

He next asks Riley, our brown-eyed brunette, to confess how old she was when she lost her virginity. Answer: eighteen.

She dares Jonah to go to a random guy and ask for a condom. He does it after downing his beer, red in the face, and is actually handed one by a weirded looking guy in a monkey costume.

He then makes Miranda go outside and dance for rain, earning chuckles from the bystanders.

She asks Nick how many girls he's slept with. Two. Nick in turn dares Liam to twerk in the middle of our circle, which he does. It's quite embarrassing to watch him try and shake his skinny booty and I cover my eyes.

"My eyes! My eyes are burning!" I laugh and he stops, grinning down at me.

"Yeah right, Alderidge, I know you're turned on right now."

"As if," I scoff and still as he spins the bottle in my direction. Oh-oh. Payback time.

I choose dare, as always. I've gotten myself an apple cider and drink it down in one long gulp, already feeling more than a little lightheaded.

"Go out to the driveway and when a car drives up, step in front of it and perform five embarrassing dance moves."

Fair enough. I stand up and sway a little, but regain my balance and make my way outside, the rest of the gang following behind.

I go stand on the empty driveway, waiting for a car to pull up. Just as a blue Nissan does, I notice Nate, Sophia and Landon all on the lawn watching me as well.

I inwardly groan. Them watching just makes it that much more embarrassing. Thank god I'm drunk.

"Okay, here goes," I mutter to myself and put on a grin as the car stops in front of me, an old man at the wheel and a woman, probably his wife, next to him.

I flash them an apologetic smile and then do the "walk like an Egyptian" move. After doing it a few times I do the "stanky leg" and the "humpty dance," followed by the "Carlton," and finishing strong with the classic N'Sync's "Bye bye bye."

The old couple looks at me confused, and I feel my face warm a little as I hurry out of their way. I'm then met with clapping and cheers, and I realize my audience has gotten bigger.

I grin and take of my cap and bow low in every direction, basking in the applause, trying to ignore Landon laughing his ass off.

"Try and top that," I smirk as I rejoin my friends.

"I think that brilliant performance should close the game" Gabriel claps his hands together as the girls hoot. We all agree and head back inside to get new drinks.

As the night goes on and people get more intoxicated, more and more people start making out in corners and grinding on each other. I spot Landon in a dark corner with a pretty blonde I've seen around the campus, sucking face.

I shiver, putting my drink down and pulling Nick toward me. The others have all scattered around, and Brett and Miranda have already left.

"Kiss me," I murmur against his lips.

"You word is my command," he grins and crushes his lips against mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I open my mouth to let him in as he backs me up against a wall. My hands roam his chest while his go to my waist, pulling me closer.

"Krhm," someone interrupts us for the second time tonight.

Recognizing the sound, I groan and turn to look at Landon.

"What? Can't you see we're in the middle of something here," I ask annoyed.

He crosses his arms and looks at me like I'm a child. Why does he have to be so damn infuriating?

"Nate said they're leaving so if you want a ride home..."

"Argh, fine," I huff and take Nick's hand. "Come on, we can continue this at my place."

I walk past Landon purposefully ignoring him. Nick seems uncomfortable to be in the middle of our fighting but follows me outside and the awaiting car. Landon walks behind us slowly and gets in last.

He's coming too, as he moved in with us this summer. He used to live in the dorms, but as we have a five bedroom house to ourselves now, Nate offered him one. He asked me beforehand, but in a really quilt-tripping way. I knew I would be selfish if I said no, considering he was sharing a small dorm with two other guys and we had space to spare, so I was basically forced to say yes. And I've regretted it ever since, hating that I have to see his stupid face every morning when I wake up.

We drop Sophie at hers and the four of us continue home. Nate raises his brows at me when I lead Nick inside, but he doesn't say a word. We have a deal to not comment on each other's sex life.

Besides, his room is downstairs while mine is on the second floor, so it's not like we don't have our privacy. Unfortunately the other three bedrooms are upstairs as well, but Landon picked the one on the other side of the floor from mine, thankfully.

I can feel both their eyes on my back as I lead Nick up the stairs and into the privacy of my room.

"Now, where were we?" I smile drunkenly, pulling him to me by his cowboy vest. He smiles, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"More," I whisper, grazing my teeth against his bottom lip. He groans and takes my head in between his hands as he kisses me passionately. He asks for entrance and I give it, our tongues clashing.

I pull off his vest, closely followed by his shirt. He slowly unzips my romper, letting his hands roam up my sides and to my back, unclasping my bra. I unbuckle the belt of his jeans as his hands cup my breasts and his mouth finds my neck.

I back him up until the back of his knees bump my bed and push his down on it. He peels the skintight romper off me, leaving me standing there in nothing but my lace underwear and boots.

His face darkens as he looks at me, his eyes full of desire as he pulls down my panties and rubs my wet core with his thumb.

I moan and grind against his hand, feeling the tension inside me building. I free his hardened member from his boxers and position his cock to my entrance, sitting down on it. He moans against my mouth as I start moving my hips in a slow figure eight.

I've been on the pill ever since I started being sexually active a few years ago, and we've both had ourselves tested for STDs just in case. It's great not having to worry about a condom.

It doesn't take long me to reach my high and soon after he finds his release as well. I get up and make my way to my joined bathroom to take a shower. He follows and after we've dried up we cuddle under the covers until we fall asleep.

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