Bloody Mistletoes

"Why's your name Three?" Addy asks innocently. One of my four friends I mysteriously made. Weird.
"Can't tell." I tell her.
Fortunately, a lot of people came to the party. We're jam packed, with music blaring through every speaker I crammed around. I couldn't hire a DJ.
Oh, and I locked James downstairs to create something else.
He agreed to not set his new creation on those 'fucking teenagers you like.'
One of my friends, although for now I should call them 'people who said hello,' J, is flirting with a hot guy. She flirts. A lot.
One thing I've learned.
She has dyed blonde hair, although I think her original hair color is much more of a dirty blonde. Her eye color is a gorgeous green, although she wears purple contacts.
Now Addy, she's innocent. She has white hair, well blonde really, but basically still white. Her eyes are a soft blue. She looks like a kitten - and she likes kittens.
Caitlyn? I had to be the one to say hello. She's quiet, mysterious, and always lets her brown hair cover her eyes - like me. Anyway, she has brown eyes. Pretty.
Riley.. damn.. Riley. She's so fucking strange. That's why I like her. She has short blonde hair that's cut like boy hair - she tried to explain she was trying to be fair to both genders. She has green eyes, same as J's.

Me? I have black hair. Not dyed, a natural black hair with bangs that cover my face. I haven't looked in a mirror recently, so that's all I have for you.
Riley trips up to us with her wine glass. "This party cray!" She chirps happily at me, and I chuckle.
"Thanks, Riley."
"Oooh. God. Go behind me." J says quietly to me as she meets up to us. I'm confused, but I obey.
"Hide." She squeezes out the word.
I barely hear her over the music.
"Why? No point."
"See that guy over there?" She points over to a, well, guy. He has chocolate hair and green-blue eyes that glitter in the eerie light. And, piercings. Lots of them. They sparkle. Like Edward Cullen.. eek.. anyway, he has tattoos covering his arms and all the skin I can see - except his face.
Suddenly, he looks over and smirks.
"Who is that?" I'm suddenly scared.
J has a soft spot only for Addy and I. I guess we're innocent. "He's Louis. Louis Tomlinson. The bad apple of One Direction. Listen, Three, he'll target you - "
"Let's go get punch." Caitlyn says quietly, cutting her off, not realizing our conversation.
"Yeah!" Riley grabs J and she snarls, "Let go, weirdo!"
Addy follows them.
That's when I hear his smirk closer.
My heartbeat quickens, and my face turns pale as I tremble, turning around.
"Hi," I squeak quietly.
"Hey, gorgeous."
I blink at him.
He raises an eyebrow. "You know who I am?"
"Yeah." I mumble.
He chuckles. "I'm sure you do. You are?"
"Three."
"Three?" He grins. I'm aware of my chapped lips, my pale face, and all my insecurities.
He brushes my bangs out of my eyes, and I wince. I'm not familiar with a person so close to me.
"Don't touch me, Louis."
"Sorry, Three." He smirks, and grabs my waist, whispering in my ear. "This an okay pose?"
"Are you going to try to fuck me, like all your victims?"
"What makes you think that?" He says, as he makes me face him and leans his forehead onto mine, so there's not a gap
between us. "First, I need to convince you."
"Shut up." I mumble.
His piercings glimmer as he laughs.
"I already did, right?"
"I will give you a bloody nose."
"Why? Just - " He starts, almost closing his lips on mine, before I hear a scream.

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