Fifteen
SCARLETT
W e danced and drank for a few more hours and Stella surprisingly remained lucid. I blame Jade and her high tolerance rubbing off on her.
Jade, Stella, and I head upstairs to find another restroom as the one downstairs has a huge line. As we walk down the hall, we find three of the four queens sitting on a large couch in the bedroom that’s connected to the bathroom. Carrington leans over the counter fixing her lipstick in the mirror beside them, and when they see us enter Kinsley immediately stands and heads over to us.
“You little skank!” Kinsley screams as she comes toward Stella.
“Woah there! You need to back the fuck up, Kinsley!” Jade says, pushing her back slightly.
At that, they all come toward us stopping right in front of us.
“You got a problem, bitch,” Jade says, placing her hands on her hip .
“Yeah, I got a problem with you whores and this little wannabe slut,” Kinsley says, pointing to Stella.
“Who the fuck you calling a slut? Stella is six times the woman you and these bitches will ever be,” I say, and they laugh hysterically.
“I’m sorry, are you talking about the same Stella standing here?” Carrington asks.
“Let’s just go, guys,” Stella mumbles but Jade and I don’t back off. We are tired of these entitled princesses and everyone around here acting like they’re better than her.
“One day, Stella, they won’t be here, and then you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
“Oh, sweetie, haven’t you heard? We’re here to stay. Why don’t you ask your kings? I’m sure they’ll inform you.” I smirk at them, and at the mention of their precious kings, they’re now fuming.
“Fucking bitch,” Kinsley yells as she launches toward me but not before Carrington barks at her to stop.
“Kinsley, let’s go!” she yells, and like the little bitch she is, Kinsley halts, following her queen out the door.
Finally, after deciding we’ve had enough fun for the night, the guys walk us back over to the Dahlia House before heading over to Astor House. Drake and I make plans to meet back outside in an hour hoping the party will have cleared out by then. I head into my room thinking of changing into something more comfortable, but remember Drake made a point that he wants to take me out of this dress, so I decide to keep it on.
I lay in bed eagerly and at about two a.m. I sneak back out of the Dahlia House and head over to the private beach where Drake and I said we’d meet hoping to finish what we started on the deck. On my way there, I get a strange feeling I’m being followed as I hear a ruffling in the trees by the edge of the sand.
I feel an icy breeze in the air sending a cool shiver through me. The sky now somehow darker than it was just a few hours ago is only lit by the full moon illuminating the water. All around us the lights have been turned off, and I was right to think the beach would be completely empty, everyone having left the party. The inside of the beach house is pitch black and looks eerily empty, not a light on in sight.
I continue walking on the paved trail toward the deck when suddenly everything goes completely dark. Something’s thrown over my head and I’m hoisted up into the air, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me in place. My body squirms around trying to escape, but the arms around me just tighten.
“Put me down!” I try to scream but my voice is muffled by the cloth draped over my head. A weird stench hits me and instantly my head feels foggy, dizzy, and my body grows weak.
“Drake,” I mumble softly into the fabric.
“Didn’t I warn you to never confuse me with him again, Red,” are the last words I hear.