Blood Spilled Roses

Chapter 3

I sat on my bed with my phone in my hand and the paper Sylva gave me in the other. I know I shouldn't be calling her, and that I should be calling Onone to apologize for ditching her the other day, but I wanted to know what Sylva really is up to.

I dialed her number, chewing on my lower lip nervously. She picked up after the 3rd ring.

"It's about time you called." She sounded smug, but relieved.

"Yeah.." I chuckled nervously. "So..uhm.."

She sighed. I could hear her rolling her eyes. "Come over. I wanna show you something."

Click.

I stared at my phone. She is such a rude b***h.

Sighing, I got up and gave myself a once-over in the mirror before flipping my hood up and grabbing my keys.

***

Sylva

I looked in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair nervously. I'm sure Tate'll love what I'm wearing..right?

"..she'll absolutely adore it."

I stood back and gazed at myself in the mirror, smoothing out the black lace teddy I had on.

Sighing, I flopped on the bed and waited for the love of my life to come knocking on my door.

***

Sylva's house wasn't that far a walk from mine. Great. So when she's chasing me with a knife she'll know exactly where I'm going. I sighed as I approached her door. There was a note;

"Hey, carpet muncher. The door's unlocked. Let yourself in. Don't be shy to undress on your way up. But hurry, I have something for you.

Xoxo

Sylva."

Sighing again, I opened the door and closed it behind myself. Looking around, I unzipped my hoodie. I had to admit, she had a pretty nice place. Taking a deep breath, I took my hoodie off and dropped it. Making my way to Sylva's door, I took my shoes off. Taking another deep breath, I softly knocked on the door. I gazed down at my feet as the door slowly opened, not daring to see what Sylva was wearing.

"You know, Tate.." she began, leaning against the door. "It's awful rude not to look at your lover."

I could hear the smirk in her tone.

"First of all, Sylva, I'm not your lover. We only kissed. And that's it." I replied, still not looking at her.

"Tate. You and I both know why you came here." I heard fabric rubbing against itself.

I dared to look at her.

.."Oh, my god.."