NYMPHO BABE - MANxMAN

Chapter 13

WYATT

“I never signed up for this.”

“Nor did I, man. She just came to me ever since I got back here from Copenhagen, like a goddamn banshee who won’t stay dead.”

“Dude, you’re watching way too much Teen Wolf.” The party ended like half an hour ago and the big town clock struck midnight simultaneously. The rest of the guests wanted to go back after some hardcore festivities – if you count dancing, eating and regretting ever coming only to witness a silly fight then yeah, pure entertainment. Coop woke up quite fazed and rattled an hour later, he was basically begging for forgiveness by the others, especially the hosts of the party once he found out about his mild, drunken rage.

“If you boys wanna gossip about me behind my back, you could have at least do it in private.” She was being slightly bitchier than the last time I met her, as if she’s running out of it soon. Jer was being too nonchalant about the whole thing that I feel like slapping some more sense into him, but if what he confessed was true then he must have had it much worse – not to mention longer torment time – with her ultra bitchiness.

Both Coop and him knew her before her death too, so does Shawn and her little brother Will. I bet everything would have made so much sense if she could just drop the selective, mysterious act and reveal herself to everyone. At least I know now that I was not the only one with the Sixth Sense moment.

“In case you forgot, you were the one haunting us non-stop I mean, no offense dude, like get a life will you?” I snapped back at her, my arms folded on my chest while I laid my back deeper into the comfy couch.

Delilah and the others were busy cleaning up on the rooftop and they should be finished soon enough. Coop volunteered to lend some hand as well, subjected to his own self-torment for causing yet another raucous feud with Sammy, despite his promise before. That sweet brother of mine really needs to work on his anger management skill and I’ll stick around to help him achieve that. Angelo wouldn’t be too keen on hearing what had entailed tonight and the iced, toned down bruise that bloomed on my left cheekbone area would also demanded some thorough explanation from the parents too.

I bet Katie would be thrilled that I have some color – limited though, just black and blue – on my face and would pester me non-stop until it heal fully. Sammy must have had it worse so I should really stop being a whiny bitch about it.

“So here’s the plan. I want to have some proper séance afterwards and I would really appreciate your help to let them know that they can’t leave just yet.”

“Wait a minute, first thing first what the hell is a séance? And how are we supposed to let them stay when most of them insisted that it’s way past their bedtime?”

“Wyatt’s right, Mel. The others were probably traumatized enough with the whole fight that’s transpired just now, I don’t think we should hold them here any longer.”

She was no ordinary ghost, if I could even say that without betting on and then losing my sanity any longer. She seemed earthbound and her memory was quite intact, unlike most ghosts that I’ve read or seen on TV. I wish the Winchester brothers are real and with just one call, all of this will be over and we could all then move on with our lives.

“You don’t get it, do you?” She was pinching the space between her brows, however transluscent it may appear against the dim lighting of both Troy’s and Delilah’s lounge room. “When I really thought that two heads are better than one, ugh… stupid boys.”