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I walked into my favorite club with Jared and Quil and looked to see if our usual booth was free. We would sit there even if it wasn't but it saved me the time I would have to waste on throwing out the people sitting there. Thankfully it was empty so I ordered our usual drinks and sat down. After a few minutes the band started playing the song Hot Mess by Cobra Starship and a group of girls dancing near the stage squealed. An obviously drunk brunette girl came up on the stage and started swaying her hips to the beat.

You were a problem child, been grounded your whole life

So now you runnin' wild, playin' with them good girls

No, that ain't your style; you think you're hot shit

Ooh, I love it, I love it, yeah, yeah

She looked up and my world stopped. She was breathtaking and suddenly nothing else mattered, there was just her. She was my everything – my imprint. She was wearing a short dark strapless dress that ended just under her ass and high heeled peep-toe shoes that made her legs looked never-ending. She was full out dancing now looking like a professional, swaying her hips in a way that made me go absolutely crazy.

Stumblin', but yeah, you still lookin' hella fine

Keep doin' what you're doin', and I'ma make you mine

I heard Quil wolf-whistle beside me and a low growl ripped from my throat. He looked at me with wide eyes, but I was already back to watching my angel. She was so sexy I was fairly certain each and every guy in the club was looking at her drooling.

Well, you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you

And I'm like, "Hot damn, lemme make you my boo"

'Cause you can shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, you know what to do

You're a hot mess, I'm lovin' it, hell yes

Quil punched Jared on the shoulder and they both gave me a weird look. I just shrugged and looked at the girl dancing on the stage.

Got me hypnotized, the city's your playground

I watch you take a bite at 5 a.m. roamin' the streets

Drunk all night, you think you're hot shit

And ooh, I love it, I love it, yeah, yeah

Stumblin', but yeah, you still lookin' hella fine

Keep doin' what you're doin', and I'ma make you mine

I heard Jared gasp when he saw the look of adoration in my eyes and I knew right then he realized I imprinted.

I started listening closer to the lyrics of the song as she danced and realized that it fit perfectly to the situation. She was a hot, perfect mess. A beautiful disaster. And I would give up everything for her to be mine.

The song came to an end and the whole club cheered for my girl. She smiled a drunken but still breathtaking smile, obviously happy. The thought made me smile – if she was happy, I was happy too. The girls under the stage that I guessed were her friends squealed again and started chanting 'Bella! Bella! Bella!' Bella. What an appropriate name for a girl that beautiful.

"Dude! You imprinted!" Jared whisper-yelled, excitement obvious in his eyes.

"WHAT?! On who?!" Quil asked loudly, turning his head in every direction. Dumb-ass.

"Bella, of course. Who else?" I asked with a sleazy smile. Shit, now I look like a love-sick puppy. Jared snickered.

"Congrats man. Go talk to her before she leaves!" Jared said, pushing me in the direction of the bar. I looked up and sure enough there she was, her beauty taking my breath away once again. Suddenly I felt insecure. God, imprinting is so messed up – I, Paul Meraz am never insecure or even unsure of myself. I knew I was hot – chicks love that whole tall, dark and handsome look. Yet here I was, nervous as hell because of a girl I have never even talked to. Okay, here we go. I took a deep breath and sat down next to her, her beautiful scent of freesia and strawberries startling me momentarily.

"Great performance up there, you sure know how to sing" I started, trying desperately to keep all of my emotions off my face – I don't know what would she think if she saw all that love and adoration in my eyes.

"Umm… thanks. I'm Bella" she smiled at me and I automatically smiled back.

"Paul." I offered. She ordered herself a drink and although from what I've seen she's had enough I wanted to make a good impression so I offered to pay for it. She smiled at me again and took a sip of her martini, looking at the dance floor. All of the sudden a girl appeared in front of her.

"Bella! You have to get up and dance! You're gonna sit through the whole night!" the girl was seriously drunk, her words slurred as she struggled to keep herself straight. Bella hopped off the barstool, laughing, looking at me questioningly.

"You comin.. Paul?" she asked, my name sounding so perfect rolling off her tongue as her eyes took in me appearance. I saw her orbs darken with something I couldn't quite put m finger on.

"Yeah, sure, come on" I smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. She put her arms around my neck as mine circled her waist. The dance floor was crowded and we were pressed tightly against each other, not that I was complaining, the feeling of her in my arms was absolutely perfect. She looked up on me then and it dawned on me. I realized the emotion darkening and clouding her eyes was pure lust – and it was stronger now than before. Oh yeah, she wanted me.

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The song is Hot Mess by Cobra Starship