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Chapter 2 - A Monster Mash Mixup

Halfway through the night, Dylan excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Looking through the crowd, I spot Faye off to the side, talking to a magician and a brightly dressed clown. Ignoring the creepy vibes bozo gives me—I hook my arm with my best friend and clink our cheap plastic cups together.

“A toast!”

“What are we toasting?”

“To um...us. To a great party. To our bitchin’ costumes!”

“I’ll drink to that.”

We both sip our drinks for a minute before I have to ask.

“So how are things going with the magician and the clown?”

“Big nose over there is a no go, but I’m hoping that maybe later the magician will abracadabra a few orgasms outta me.”

“Ah, you think he has a couple of tricks up his sleeve?”

“Or in his pants...”

Laughter comes bubbling up from the pair of us. Faye is unbelievable at times. As she turns to put her cup down—I take notice of her costume. The dress she’s wearing seems very familiar. Where have I seen it before? I’m trying to figure that out when she snaps her fingers in front of me.

“Earth to Gina. Hello. You in there?”

“Sorry.”

“You were staring. I know I look good and all...”

“Ha, ha. No, I was just wondering where I’ve seen that dress you’re wearing.”

“Oh, uh...”

“Spill it, Faye.”

“Well, you remember last spring when my grandma died?”

“Ew! That’s the dress you wore to the funeral. I knew I remembered it from somewhere.”

“I spent so much time helping SOMEONE pick out their costume that I was a little pressed to do my own.”

A deep blush rises to my cheeks when she points that out. I hug her to me, whispering my thanks into her hair and witch’s hat. Pulling back, she smooths over the crimson velvet at my waist.

“This outfit really does look good on you, girl. Just too bad you and Dylan didn’t match. I know how much you were counting on that, but it seems Dracula has made you forget all about it.”

Huh?

“Wait, what did you just say?”

“I said you two don’t match. Guess our hoodoo didn’t work. Dylan came as the Big Bad Wolf. You didn’t know that?”

“No, I had no clue. He was so sure we’d match too because of destiny or whatever. How did you find out, and I didn’t?”

“I saw him put his wolf mask on when he got here. He showed up about ten minutes before you did. I’m sorry, girl. But on the bright side—you and Dracula really hit it off. Weird how that worked out.”

The room starts spinning as her words finally set in. I grab the banister of the stairs nearby to steady myself. This can’t be. She has to have seen someone else. Because if this is true, that means...earlier...in the corner...

My hands curl into fists. A sudden rage burns through me. I may have gotten my partner mixed up, but I didn’t stick my tongue down someone else’s throat for everyone to see. Costume or not—this is fucked up. Who did they think they were with? Little Red Riding Hood must just jump on anyone with the hint of a penis at these parties. Then it hits me...

“Where the fuck is Dylan?”

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Together we’re searching Rick’s house for my scumbag boyfriend. I open door after door, trying and hoping I don’t find him hooking up with some chick. We come to the last one, but I don’t have the heart to open it. A deep sense of dread washes over me as Faye twists the doorknob. Suddenly, my worst fear stares back from the bed, lit up with neon lights. Dylan stands over Little Red Riding Hood, who is half-naked. His pants are undone and his cock is hanging out. When he sees us, he jumps back, grabbing his poor excuse for an erection.

“Oh, my god. I think I’m going to be sick.”

Faye is rubbing my back, then looks around for a trash can just in case I make good on my threat to hurl. To make things worse—the bitch on the bed has the nerve to yell at me.

“Who the fuck are you two? We’re kind of busy here!”

“I’m his girlfriend, you skank. But it looks like he conveniently forgot that.”

“Gina?!”

“Yes, Dylan. How could you do this?”

“I...I d-didn’t know it wasn’t you.”

“That doesn’t seem likely.”

“Hey, it’s the truth. I couldn’t wear my glasses with my wolf mask on. Everything’s been blurry the whole damn night. What I want to know is why didn’t you find me?”

“I thought I had. The first ten minutes of the party were spent looking for you.”

“What are you even dressed up as?”

He’s taken off his wolf mask now, peering at me with his glasses on. I should’ve known this was too good to be true. Dylan never listens when I talk about things that are interesting to me. He has no clue who I am. As I take in the situation once again—the bimbo on the bed looks very familiar. She’s that annoying heifer from campus that I had a run-in with a month or so ago. What’s her name again? Joann something...

While I’m trying to figure this out, Faye points out the obvious I didn’t even notice.

“Explain how you could think that ho was Gina when she has a tattoo on her hip?”

“What?”

“You heard me. The big ass floral tattoo on her hip. You know damn good and well Gina doesn’t have one. You’re such a prick, Dylan.”

She’s right. There, plain as day, is a tattoo with a few flowers and buds along her hip. I guess that didn’t matter when it came down to him having sex or not. He’s glancing back and forth between me and Joann Whatsherface like he can’t believe it. I wonder how much of that is just regret at being caught, though. God, if we hadn’t interrupted them...

“Gina, I’ve had a few drinks and my vision is blurry already. You two look a lot alike, and she has a costume that matches mine. I thought it was you, babe. I swear. You know I’d never do anything like this on purpose.”

“Do I?”

“What?”

“I...I have to get out of here.”

“Babe! Babe, wait!”

My legs can’t move fast enough as I run down the hallway to the stairs. Faye says something to Dylan right as I reach the first one, but I don’t bother to find out what it is. The last thing I hear is the bedroom door slamming. God, I hope he doesn’t follow me. I can’t even stand to look at him right now. Not after what he did. Mistake my ass. Was he really that horny?

Ew. Don’t think about THAT.

I’m desperately searching for a quick exit. I need some fresh air before I pass out. Crowds of people press in on me and distantly, I think I hear Faye call my name. At the last second—I see a gap open across the room leading to a set of French doors. Yes! There’s no one here. The deck is the perfect place to try to calm down, even if it is pitch black outside. All the lights and decorations from the front are blocked by the tent and the massive privacy fence, I guess.

Leaning against the wood railing, I take a deep breath in. How did this go from the best night of my life to a horrible nightmare? Lost in my thoughts—I barely hear the French doors part. A tall shadow falls across the deck and a figure steps toward me. I’m worried it’s Dylan until the painted face of Dracula comes into view. His cape follows him as he shuts the doors. It bothers me that I still don’t know who this is.

Maybe I should ask...

“I know Dracula is supposed to be the strong silent type, but this is kind of ridiculous. Who are you?”

Without a word, the man takes out his fake fangs, ducking his head. Even doing this, he towers over me. Sensing that I still don’t get it, he finally speaks without the Transylvanian accent.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s me, Gina.”

“Whoa...Sean? Sean Valentine?”

“Yeah...”

“But how? With the...and the...? Sheesh.”

“I’m sorry about all of this. I thought you knew it was me, and I had no clue you were with someone. Honestly, that guy sounds like a douche, though. Joann Ruskin is no prize. She’ll hump anything with a pulse.”

“Ruskin! That’s her dumb last name.”

The way he cringes as I repeat that makes a slight giggle escape my mouth. At least I’m not the only one who thinks she’s blergh. Just don’t know how I feel about Sean knowing the pathetic details of my shitty love life.

“So you heard?”

“Uh...the whole house did. You were pretty loud, but you had a reason. Definitely had a reason.”

“Right.”

I still can’t believe that happened. And to think that Dylan went on and on about us being soulmates, having some huge connection or bond, and being completely in sync with each other. What a load of crap! Such things don’t exist. I’m almost sure of that. Why does stuff like this always happen to me? Why can’t I just meet a nice, normal guy and fall in love?

Sean moves closer, and what little light there is plays over his face. He’s so handsome. He always has been. Wherever he goes, girls follow him, but I’ve never seen him with anyone. I wonder why?

“Sean...”

“Look, I don’t know where you and Dylan stand right now. It’s none of my business. I’ve just been meaning to ask you out on a date for a while and if I didn’t bring it up...I know I would walk away kicking myself. You’re amazing. Anyone who gets a chance with you is one lucky bastard.”

Despite what has happened—I manage a small smile for him. I’m just not sure if going out with someone so soon would be a good idea. Sean is a really great guy. He deserves more than a rebound or a fling.

“We do have that prize from the contest to use.”

“That’s sweet. You’re really sweet, but...”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry I asked. It’s too soon. Forget I mentioned it.”

Sean turns to walk off, and I reach for his arm to stop him. I can’t let him leave with that sad puppy expression on his face.

“Wait, don’t go. I just need some time to think about it. Everything is super confusing right now, you know? And I have to figure out what to do with Dylan. Ugh...”

“Can I hug you at least? Seems like you need it.”

“Sure.”

His arms wrap around me, and immediately I forget the crap that has happened. Somehow his touch, his warmth, his presence all erase the bad in life. Why can’t every hug be like this one? Far too soon, he lets go. My body almost aches with the cold that replaces him. The way this feels can’t be normal. I’ve never felt anything like it. He gives me one last smile, then goes inside the house. Collapsing into a chair, I bite my lip, thinking.

What the hell am I going to do now?

Sean apologized for the mixup and I agreed it sucked, but am I really sorry that it happened? Tonight was the greatest night of my life until Faye burst my happy bubble. Is it so wrong that it wasn’t with Dylan?

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