Outcast by Abigail Livinghouse (self help books to read TXT) 📕

Gabriel

Aria and I soared down close to the ground, then retracted our wings so that they were now hidden well in our backs. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, to keep our wings under wraps like this, but we managed. Plus, it gave us the appearance of average humans with just a hint of unnatural beauty. To mortals, we would just be found charming. We fell about a foot until our feet made contact with the landscaped soil of the front yard. Now that we were on the ground, I could hear the deep bass, and booming reggae of a party looming beyond in the house.

“Well”, Aria said, brushing off her plaid skirt and white button up blouse. “I’d say this is it. Welcome to the Geordie Residence.” She said elegantly, looping her arm with mine and leading me up to the front door.

I had to restrain myself from whining and moaning like a little kid forced to do something they didn’t want to do. And trust me, this was something I really didn’t want to do. When I heard the name Rafaela Geordie, it rang a dim bell, but an unwelcome one at that. I think one of my old friends, Aaron–a former guardian angel who is now one of His personal angels which is where I should be–had watched over Rafaela for a bit and had promptly asked for someone new just a few weeks after being assigned to her. I had had a feeling she would be a hard case, and that was why at that time I was very grateful to not have to go through the hardships of being a guardian angel. Little did I know . . .

“What do you want?” I snapped out of my haze of thoughts to see a young girl in all black, with multicolored hair, piercings everywhere you looked, and a tattoo on her neck saying IDGAF addressing us at the front door. Oh, please don’t let this be her, I prayed. Aria smiled at the girl sweetly, however it had no effect on the rainbow catastrophe standing in front of us.

“We’re here for the party.” Aria said brightly, as if these two were the best of friends.

The girl scowled, scrunching up about six pieces of silver jewelry embedded in her face. Her crimson eyes–which I was sure were contact lenses–swiveled up and down both of us, seeing a tall guy with golden hair, jade green eyes, in designer clothes and fancy dress shoes, and also seeing a girl in a petite school girl’s outfit grinning happily. I swallowed. If we’d be allowed to leave alive, then we’d at least leave with a punch in the face. The cynical look this girl was giving us promised at least one good punch.

“You friends of Rafaela?” She asked, still squinting oddly at us.

Either the contacts were uncomfortable or that was just the way her face looked. When she said that, meaning she wasn’t Rafaela, my heart soared ten feet. Thank God! Aria’s grin brightened.

“Oh yes. But, didn’t she say that it was open house? Anyone allowed in?” Aria clarified, her smile as sweet and innocent as ever. After another moment of narrow-eyed assessment from the clown, she shrugged and moved aside.

“Ah, I don’t give a damn. It aint my house.” The girl grunted, walking away from the door and out of sight. I gaped at Aria, who flipped her light hair giddily.

“Don’t underestimate my power.” She said, waggling her eyebrows at me. I laughed.

“Yeah. More like don’t underestimate angelic charm.” I said, gesturing to myself. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, same diff.” She said with a dismissive wave. I chuckled, ruffling her hair. She glared at me, then stuck her tongue out, attempting to fix her hair.

“Alright. Enough screwing around with me. Let’s find your girl.” She said. I grunted.

“Don’t remind me.” I said quietly enough so that she wouldn’t hear.

She grabbed my hand and began towing me around the house. She would look at every single person here and then move on to the next. I wasn’t sure what specifically she was looking for. From what I could tell, this whole party was filled with freaks. Nearly everyone had piercings in their lips, eyebrows, or nose. Most had different colored hair, wore punk rock gothic shit clothes, and their eye colors ranged from hot pink to neon green. They looked absolutely ridiculous. But, among the black clad psycho’s, Aria stopped suddenly, and pointed to a girl siting on a boy’s lap in the corner.

“That’s her.” Aria said cheerfully.

I couldn’t help the drop of my jaw. This girl was tall even though she was sitting down. She wore skin tight leather pants, spiky high heeled shoes, God knows how she can walk in those things, they were like ten inches tall, a see through lacy sleeveless shirt, and her hair was absolutely hideous. It looked like she had gathered it all into a side pony tail and chopped it off, except for a few long strands that fell straight to her waist. Her hair was dyed black, with streaks of magenta, dark blue, bright green, bright pink, and blonde. I couldn’t see her face, because she was angled towards the boy she was on top of. But I could see her body, and even though she was dressed horribly, she was incredibly sexy. She was thin, but had curves galore, and she was wearing those terrible clothes like they were tailored specifically for her.

I craned my neck, trying to see her face. I really wanted to see what kind of face could go with such a perfect body. Suddenly she let out a giggle, flipped her hair, and finally turned towards me. Everything stopped as soon as her dark brown eyes locked on mine. It was as if time froze just by her looking at me. Her face was exquisite. She wore dark eye makeup that made her eyes stand out like too hazel gems, blush adorned her cheeks giving her a faint flush as if she was excited, and she had a small ruby stud in her nose, and her ears were decorated in emeralds, sapphires, rubies, and diamonds. She looked at me, smiled, and stuck her tongue out, showing off a metal sphere pierced right in the middle of her tongue. Aria giggled, poking me in the arm.

“That’s Rafaela Geordie.” She said. 

Rafaela

Conner’s fingers caressed my face, and he roughly grabbed my neck, shoving me towards him.

“Hey baby, who you looking at?” He whispered darkly in my ear, nibbling on one of my earrings since he couldn’t get to my earlobe through all the jewelry. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as his lips traveled down my neck.

“No one.” I murmured. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back further, giving him more access to my body.

“I don’t believe you.” He said as he began kissing the exposed skin of my collarbone. I sighed in content.

“There’s no one else to be looking at.” I said.

I could nearly feel Conner smile, believing me without a doubt. He bit my neck, showing me his rough love. I yelped softly in surprise, pulling him closer to me. With my head tilted back, I opened my eyes as Conner’s arms snaked around my waist, his hands moving and searching for my nonexistent bra strap. Silly Conner, he knew I didn’t wear a bra. I looked around, noticing that the boy and girl I had seen earlier were gone.

They stuck out like sore thumbs here at my party. I hadn’t ever seen them at school, but that wasn’t much to say since I barely ever went. They looked like preppy private school kids, and yeah I went to a private school, but do you see me in a skirt and blouse? Hell no, and you never will.

Conner seemed to suddenly realize that I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he began to kiss me harder, much hotter. His arms wrapped around me in warmth and I threw my arms around his neck. As our tongue piercings began to click together, he and I stood up. He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as well as mine.

“Let’s go.” He said, and began leading me to the bedroom. I didn’t object.

Rafaela

I woke up to the sheets wrinkled, pillows tossed around the room, and Conner on top of me. I rubbed my eyes, my hands coming back smudged with black eyeliner. I rolled over, Conner’s arm tightening reflexively around my waist. I realized what had happened last night and a small smile spread across my face. Ah, yes. That was very enjoyable.

I groaned, shoving my arm under the pillow and resting my head against it. Probably half the original people who had come to my party last night were still here, camping out in the spare rooms. Some were probably in my parent’s bedroom. Oh shit . . . I hadn’t thought about that. Oh well. They were in Cancun and wouldn’t be back for another week. I could throw a million parties in this house and our maid would easily take care of the mess in just a few minutes.

I heard Conner groaning beside me, and he began to pull me over to him. I smiled as I rolled around, seeing him grinning at me. Conner was adorable. He had the classic scene haircut, which was actually naturally black but with unnatural streaks of rainbow in it. It was short, with some long strands, and it tickled my face when we made out, which I enjoyed.

His eyes were brown, like mine, but mine were darker than his. His were chocolate brown, warm and hard to look away from. He had piercings everywhere, piercings in his lip, his nose, his eyebrow, his tongue–like duh–and his ears. His ears were pierced in varieties of silver and diamonds. He was shirtless–again duh–and his chest was sculpted and pale. I ran my hands over his chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his skin underneath my fingers. He was just so damn sexy.

His hands rested on my stomach as he leaned in to kiss me. I moved forward eagerly. Oh, the kiss was hot. I was sure people could hear our tongue piercings hitting each other from downstairs. I rolled over as Conner moved on top of me. I giggled in anticipation. He grinned, throwing the covers over us. Round