Oh, how I've dreaded this day. My birthday.
My first kill was on this day. I remember the guy screaming and crying. And I remember the exact look on his face right before I pulled the trigger.
I didn't get any sleep. I know once I closed my eyes I would see his face. It sounds stupid but the first kill always haunts you.
It's not like I had a choice, if I did then I wouldn't have pulled the trigger.
Sometimes I wish I was born into a normal family. I would go to a normal school, come home, watch TV then get shouted at to do my homework.
I guess I can just get super drunk and then hope I don't say anything stupid. That sounds good to me.
I close the book in front of me and stand up. I hope Kylian doesn't mind me stealing his whiskey.
What am I saying? I don't care what he says. That would most likely piss him off, so I'm definitely doing it.
Once I open my bedroom door, I see Isiah with his fist up as if he was just about to knock.
"Ivory, Ivy. How are you doing this fine evening?" he grins. By the look on his face, I know he did something stupid.
"It's noon, Isiah," I remind him, walking past. He definitely did something and I'm not sure I'm ready for it.
"Evening means afternoon... doesn't it?" he mutters under his breath. "Besides the point, happy birthday."
"It's not my birthday, just an ordinary day." I'm going to get high and drunk on a rooftop of an exceptionally tall building.
"Yeah, about that," he smiles nervously. I knew he did something. I fucking knew it.
"Isiah," I smile, walking down the stairs, "do you feel like dying today? Painfully, I might add."
"Technically, I didn't do anything," he raises his hands in surrender. Yeah, he's lying.
I open my mouth to reply but he interrupts. "Don't say anything," he tells me, grabs my wrist, and starts dragging me somewhere.
"Uh, no. I will gladly say something," I scoff. "Where are you taking me? Are you trying to brutally murder me?"
He stops walking at my question and I almost bump into him. What? That was an honest question. If he's trying to murder me, I would like to know.
"Yes, Ivy. I'm luring you into one of the many stupid living rooms here to brutally murder you." Rolling his eyes, he continues walking while pulling me with him.
"Can I say my last words? Ooo, can I get exceptionally drunk before you end my life?" I ask.
"I'm fighting the urge to kill you right now," he mumbles. "Awh, you're so sweet, Isiah," I tease.
"Okay, now shut up," he laughs before entering the room. Woah. Which kid is having a birthday party?
"Happy Birthday!" Kylo, Bella, and Riley shout, holding drinks in one hand and party blowers in the other.
It was the most stupid thing ever -the banners, the balloons, the confetti- but for some reason, it made me smile.
"Wanna eat cake and get drunk?" Isiah asks. I tilt my head at him, "Is that even a question?"
I scan the room with a small smile on my face. I feel like a child with all the party decorations but I love it.
Then I realise who isn't there. Kylian and Elio. Reasonable, considering I haven't seen them more than a week.
"They're too busy killing someone," Isiah whispers to me, noting the look on my face.
I simply shrug and take the bottle of whiskey Kylo hands to me. I don't really care.
"Now let's have some fun," Kylo chuckles right before Isiah puts him in a headlock. I can't help but laugh at them. Idiots.
"Hey, Ivy," Bella catches my attention and I quickly pose for the picture she and Riley are about to take with a bright pink Polaroid.
"Should we throw the drinks at them?" Riley whispers. "Hey, I heard that," Kylo grumbles, still trying to push Isiah away.
"So we can all agree that they're idiots?" Bella asks. "Yes," Riley and I quickly reply.
I hate my birthday but maybe today won't be as shit as I thought it would be.
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"Never have I ever sang Taylor swift at a club," Riley says while trying not to laugh.
"I was drunk," Kylo huffs. "Still gotta drink, love," Bella shrugs and he hesitantly drinks from his cup.
I laugh although I can't blame him. It's Taylor Swift. I would apologise if she ran me over with her car.
"Ivy, you can't laugh. You started singing A Boogie at a club while standing on the table," Isiah says. He did not.
"Okay, but people joined me," I shrug. "And I'm a fantastic singer."
"Really?" he raises his eyebrows. Why is this surprising to him? My voice is angelic. "Mhm," I cross my arms.
"Whatever you say, Ivy," he shrugs. Yeah, what I thought. He's just jealous.
I look at my bottle. "Hey, who finished all my whiskey." It was definitely filled up a few minutes ago.
"No more drinking for you," Riley laughs as she takes the bottle away from me. Rude.
"Where's Kylian?" I groan. "I still need to ask him to take a picture with me."
I can't believe I didn't ask him to take a picture with me before. Imagine Kylian Mbappé taking a picture with you.
"Kylian is not Mbappé," Isiah says slowly. "Pfft, yes he is," I scoff.
"Ivy-" he laughs but I cut him off. "I'm gonna go find him," I make known and stumble as I try to stand.
"Peace out, idiotas," with that I walk out. Well, try to. I feel like a penguin.
"Hey, Ivory." I hear someone say and I look up to see Elio.
"Elio," I drag out his name as I walk towards him, almost tripping over air. I think the air might be racist to me or something.
"Are you drunk?" he asks. "No?" I furrow my eyebrows but he just shakes his head with a smile.
"What's in the box, dear Elio?" I ask, glancing at the black velvet box. "A gift from Kylian," he replies.
"Does he think he's too cool to give it to me himself?" I ask jokingly. "Yes, have you met the guy?" he chuckles. "Well, that and he isn't here."
If he hates me that much why did he even think of buying me something?
Well, it can be some prank. I could open it then splat, a bunch of green paint is all over me.
"Imagine if there's a C-4 inside," I mutter as he hands me the box. "Yeah, you're definitely drunk," he laughs.
"Pfft, no I am not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You're right," he nods his head in agreement.
"I'm always right," I shrug, "and if you don't mind, I'll be on my way now," I walk past him.
"Wait," I hear him say and I turn around. "Happy birthday, Speedy," he smiles, before walking away, not waiting for my reply.
Speedy? I'm sure I've heard that from somewhere. My brain hurts too much to think about this.
Once I'm in my room, I collapse on the bed. I can open the present tomorrow, I'm too tired.
Or I can open it now?
I'm too curious to open it tomorrow, so now it is.
Sitting up, I gently open the box. My eyes fall upon a card. There's seriously a card? He got me a present and a card?
Happy birthday, have a shit day, love - De Luca.
How kind of him. Honestly warms my heart.
Smiling at what he wrote, I pull off a piece of fabric, revealing five throwing knives. He remembered.
The middle was the largest while the two beside it were smaller. The blades were sharpened perfectly, and the handles were wrapped perfectly as well. Woah.
I take the largest one and spin it on my finger before aiming it at the clock on the wall. I hate to say this, but they're perfect.
As I'm about to put it back, I see something on the blade. Kind of like something was engraved?
I pull it towards me to take a closer look. Rory. He really engraved 'Rory' on the blades, huh.
Was he high when he did this? Because there's no way his normal self did this for me.
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| authors note |
look at me updating again 😁😁😁
okay, now i just have to get out of my reading slump. i haven't read a book since winter holiday... yes it's that bad
no kylian in this chapter 🤧☹️😖
anyway, hope you guys r having a great day, ciaoooo
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