I finish sweeping mascara onto my long, curled eyelashes. I'm bursting with excitement. Today is my 21st birthday, and my friends are taking me to the club for the first time. Well, the first legal time. I grin at all the memories of us sneaking to to clubs, partying until dawn, hooking up with hot guys... I shake my head to clear it and glance at myself in the mirror. Green eyes lined with glittery black eyeliner and accented with a light smoky eye stare back. My skin is blessedly clear, so I haven't bothered with foundation. My lips are a dark red and my hair is a brunette, wild, curly, but sexy mane around my face. My earrings are sparkly silver hoops and I'm wearing a tight black dress. I have just finished slipping on my stilettos when my phone buzzes. It's a text from Katie, my best friend.

We're gonna be there in 5, byotch. Be ready or your ass is grass!

I grin and grab my purse. I make sure I have my wallet, my lipstick, my keys, and my mints. Just in case. I'm standing on the porch when Katie pulls up in her car. It's a beautiful sports car, a black four seat mustang. Cassidy and Hannah are in the backseat, leaving me to take shotgun. I swing into the seat and grin as they shout in unison

"Happy Birthday!" Katie whoops and speeds off to the bar.

"How does it feel to finally be 21?" Asks Cassidy.

"Fabulous! Now I can use my real ID!" I say. My friends smile and sing along to Taylor Swift as we drive to the bar. Katie parks next to a black, 1967 impala. Suddenly, a memory comes back to me. I'm 17, making out with this gorgeous guy I met in a different bar in a car that looked identical to this one. He pulls off his shirt, and I pull off mine, and before I know it, we're in the backseat. It was stupid and reckless, but I went all the way with him. I never heard from him again. I know he was probably in his twenties, but damn he was hot. He said his name was Dean, but he never said a last name. At the time, it didn't matter, but I still regret it.

Katie grabs my arm, breaking me out of my memory. We walk inside the bar with Cassidy and Hannah, and Katie orders us four margaritas. Hannah declares a toast to me and we all drink. After we finish our first drinks, Katie orders another round. Deep in conversation with my friends, I barely notice a man across the bar staring at me. Suddenly, Hannah slaps my arm and hisses, "Look!" I glance over and see him, a handsome man with dark brown hair, tan skin, dazzling blue eyes, and a god-like face. He's wearing a blue tie , white shirt, jeans and a tan trench coat, and I can't help but notice how attractive it is. He stares at me, and we make eye contact. I smile at him, and mouth, "Hi." He turns red and looks away from me. He is sitting with a tall guy with long hair who looks vaguely familiar and another man, wearing a leather jacket whose back is turned to me.

Katie notices me staring at him and playfully shoves me.

"What are you waiting for? Go to talk to him!"

"What? No!" I hiss at her.

"Shy guys are adorable! And he's really hot. Maybe I can hook up with Mr. Leather Jacket." She says devilishly.

"Come on, Lizzie!" Cassidy shouts. "It's your birthday! You deserve to have some fun!" Hanna chimes in.

"Okay you guys!" I shout, givin in. I glance at the man again, and see he's looking at me. I wave and he smiles, but looks away. Picking up my margarita, I head over there. When I get to his table, he turns to me and says, "Hello."

"Hi. I'm Liz." I hold out my hand. He stares at it, until I drop it awkwardly.

"Cas, you're supposed to shake her hand." Says Mr. Leather Jacket. I turn to look at him for the first time. My stomach suddenly feels like he just punched me. My eyes widen in shock and the man drops his beer.

"Dean?" I ask squeakily.

"well, hi Beth. "