Clubs aren't really my thing, but I decided to come just for the heck of it. Girls were dressed up in cocktail dresses and guys were wearing their hot suits. Some people were getting out of hand already. The DJ left his equipment unattended, there was glitter all over the dance floor, drinks were spilled, and Darren's hair was gel-free. It looked wild and curly, but it still managed to look…sexy. You knew it was a party when his suspenders were off and his hair was gel-free.

I, on the other hand, was exactly the way I came in: classy and well behaved. There I was, sitting at the edge of a table, at the edge of a club, at the edge of leaving. What was the point of me being here? These were all my friends, but for some reason I was having no fun at all! But Darren knew no soul here and there he was, dancing, laughing, and enjoying himself! I swiftly grabbed my purse and stood up, ready to leave.

Before I had a chance to take in some air, somebody grabbed my hand…

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" asked Darren, full of demand.

"Home," I said coldly and simply.

"You're not going anywhere!" he whispered while looking into my eyes.

"You can't stop me," I stated as I turned towards the door.

Not a second later, I felt his hands around my waist while he turned me around…

" Oh, yes I can…"

He adjusted his hands softly on my hips and twirled me towards the dance floor. He dropped my purse off under the table, something I didn't notice. I positioned my arms around his neck and finally manage to break the silence between us…

"You always know how to make me feel better, don't you?"

"Well, I can't let my best friend bore herself to death while I'm having the time of my life!" he smiled.

This was amazing…he was amazing. I didn't know how to respond to such sweetness so I just leaned my head close to his chest. In response he leaned his head on my shoulder and we danced the night away.

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