Maybe it was just me, cause never in a millions years, could I ever believe this was true.
-Sally R.
New York wasn't quiet, to say the least. My friends had dragged me ALL the way out here, to celebrate my 21st birthday. Lucky me. Sally Ramirez was my name, I was just a normal college student. I was Dominican and European, resulting in Smokey blue eyes, a tan complexion and brown silky hair. For the past couple of hours, my friends have been trying to find just one club. ONE!. They've had yet to find it.
"Maybe it's back on 53rd?" asked my friend Rita. She wasn't very tall, about 5'1 actually, she was Puerto Rican, the youngest of all three of us at 20. She was very sassy for her size, but her looks aren't average, with her dark brown girls and very curvy figure. People always judge her on her looks, but she can hold out on her own.
Sofia, my cousin who knew her way, grabbed the map from Rita's cold hands. She was the oldest at 22. Her light brown hair, which was cut in an odd fashion with blonde highlights, framed her fair skinned face. Despite being related, she looked more Italian, like her dad, thus gaining his hazel brown eyes. Her brows narrowed in frustration. She didn't have the patience for this sort of thing, she had a bad temper actually but her smarts made up for it. The fourth of our group, Ari, walked over and tried to calm her down.
Ari was the sweetheart of the group. Her raven hair flew in the wind, her green eyes and ivory skin enhanced by the lights. She was a daddy's girl, her voice could melt your heart, and you literally can melt under her sweet smile. The four of us together, were called 'bombshells' by the guys back in California. Heh, funny how four bombshells just got lost in New York City.
"Maybe, we made a wrong turn?" Ari asked us confused.
"We would have noticed," Sofia looked at the map for about the 15th time. "Did I mention that I hate maps?"
"Oh really?" Rita replied in an sarcastic tone. As for me, I looked at the street signs. I sighed and shook my head.
"Uh guys, we're actually here" All three of them bolted up from the map, to see the sign overhead. The club Pulse was already on full swing. People were lined up from the entrance all the way to the end of the block. My friends urged me to go on. I smiled and walked forward. Showing the hustler our passes, he let us in.
"No line, sweet" Sofia mumbled under her breath.
The club's music was pumping. It was pretty dark, but you could recognize a few celebrities here and there.
"Wow, when your dad hooked us up, he wasn't kidding" I had yelled over the sound. Rita looked at me and smiled.
We had all headed to coat check and decided to get some drinks to start off the night. Rita, being the youngest, could only get non-alcoholic drinks. All three of us laughed as she huffed in aggravation.
The music was pretty fast, so we had decided to take turns dancing on the dance floor. It was my turn, so I had taken off my jacket, revealing a denim corset top, my skinny jeans and these amazing leather boots.
The music was pretty good, people brushed up against me, but I wasn't one to mind. The song by '3OH3 Touchin On My' came on full blast. I knew this beat by heart, by the time it was over, all four of us had now been dancing.
"Okay, now this party is in FULL motion!" Screamed Sofia. Causing the rest of us to stifle in laughter. As we kept moving, I felt eyes burning on my back. Stopping for a minute, I looked around.
Thinking it was just my imagination, I walked back to my awaiting friends.
Kendall POV….
The club was starting out good, I was just hanging out with the guys after our little flash concert in Times Square. We decided to treat ourselves to a little clubbing. James had been flirting since we got here. Logan was fidgeting in his seat and Carlos was already hyped by the feel of the club.
"We gonna start dancing yet?" Carlos asked ecstatic. James fixed his hair. "Lets do this"
They headed out, leaving me and Logan alone at the table. Only to see them skidding back. Pure excitement on their faces.
"We just saw some really hot girls on the dance floor!" James announced with excitement. Confused, they helped us and pointed them out. Four girls were laughing, having a good time. One of them had light brown hair with some piercing, another was raven haired, and very light skinned, the third was very curvy and short with dark brown hair, and the l-last…..whoa…She looked gorgeous, brown locks, blue eyes, tan skin and that smile.
"Kendall?" Carlos waved his hand in front of my face. I shook myself out of it, only to see her walk off into the distance.
"That one in the corset was hot huh?" James said with a smirk. I gave him a smirk back. A new song from our album, Time Of Our Life, had now started playing in the club. It got us excited.
"WATCH WHERE YOU PUT YOUR HANDS YOU CREEP!" All four of us had looked behind to see the brunette was being cornered by some other guy, he grabbed her wrist forcefully, to which she slapped him across the face. From the sound, she hit him pretty hard.
Angered, she headed out of the club, along with the others in her group. As soon as we got up, we were ambushed by party goers, making us miss them. A few minutes later, we had gone outside.
"Where did they go?" James said anxious.
"They gotta be around here somewhere" Logan said calmly.
"Guys, I think we missed them by a long shot" I said truthfully. It was a little sad, the brunette seemed pretty likeable, something about her familiar.
"Maybe we'll see them again?" Carlos asked us, to lighten the mood.
"Maybe Carlos, maybe" I replied looking out onto the crowd.