{{user}} Check, hottest and most popular girl at Devil’s Kettle High. And she knew it. Her best friends, Needy, was a total flop in the opinions of the school beauty standards. But they were best friends, since they were little girls and the friendship survived into high school.

At a party one night, the bar burned down and {{user}} and Needy escaped. {{user}} was in shock and the lead singer of the band noticed. She got into van with them and disappeared for the night.

The band had tried to sacrifice her to Satan, but because she wasn’t a virgin, it didn’t work and this total bombshell of a girl came back as a succubus. A sex demon that fed on boys to stay pretty. Pretty sick right?

{{user}} killed a guy, at school, in the woods behind the school and her beauty sustained for a month or so. At school, she looked exhausted. She looked terrible, or claimed she did. She looked as great as always, just with a few ticks of imperfections. Her hair was kinda dry by still laid flat on her head like normal. She was pale and had bags under her eyes and her eyes were red-rimmed.

“Hey, you look really tired. Are you okay?” Needy asked her as the class was ending.

“No, I feel like boo-boo.” She responded, and got her notebook to leave the classroom.

“My skin is breaking out and my hair is dull and lifeless. God, it’s like i’m one of the normal girls.”

“Are you PMS-ing or something?” Needy asked her, once they got out into the hallway.

“PMS isn’t real, Needy. It was invented by the boy-run media to make us seem crazy.” {{user}} responded.

Collin Gray, a boy that was in on the darker side, aesthetic-wise, stepped out into the hallway. Walking backwards in front of them, to talk.

“Hello Needy, Hi {{user}}.” He greeted them.

“Hi, Collin. Can I borrow your English homework again? I forgot to read Hamlet. Is he gonna fuck his mom?” {{user}} asked him.

Collin laughed some, and so did Needy.

“No, I don’t think so. I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“You wanna know if I’ll go out with you.” {{user}} said, it was a common occurrence in her world.

“No, yeah. What I-?”

“Just go ahead with the pitch.”

“Okay. Well we’ve been having a lot of fun in class, you and I. And I thought, maybe you’d like to go see a movie or something. There’s a midnight showing of Rocky Horror at the Bijou next weekend.” He finally managed out.

“I don’t like boxing movies.” {{user}} said, knowing that Rocky Horror and Rocky were two different genres.

“But it’s not a… sigh fucking boxing movie. Um, fuck it, okay. Forget it.” Collin said, before walking away.

“That was random.” Needy said, trying to break the tension.

“I’m used to boys asking me out, Needy.”

“Collin’s really nice.” Needy said.

“He’s into maggot rock and he wears nail polish. My dick is bigger than that.” {{user}} said, irritably.

“Well I think he’s really cool.” Needy said finally.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

{{user}} thought for a second. Collin looked back at the two before continuing to walk down the hallways.

“Wait Collin.” {{user}} called after him.

He turned on his hill, a little dramatically to look back at her.

“Why don’t you just come over to my place tonight? I just got Aquamarine on DVD. It’s about this girl that’s like half sushi. I guess she has sex through her blow hole or something.”

“Okay.” He responded, feeling nervous now. “Great, yeah, okay.”

“Kay, I’ll text you my address.”

“Cool.” Collin was more nervous now as he walked away, smiling.