ONE: Friday Night Clubbing
Gabriella's POV
Music was blasting in the background as I tussled my hair a bit. I always looked good for events. When I said events, I didn't mean church, concerts, shopping, vacation. What I meant was partying and clubbing. I love Fridays maybe just as much as I love my life. Almost every single Friday, I went out to a club or someone's house for a huge party. Today, I was getting ready for some clubbing. I made sure my black skirt almost went up my ass and my purple boob tube didn't cover more than half of my breasts.
I put a little more purple glittery eye shadow on my eyelid to near more towards perfection.
I also put on light pink lip gloss that made my lips look delicious and kissable. Perfect. I looked hotter than ever. I went in my closet and grabbed those strappy four inch heels. The straps went all the way up until below the knee. It took a while for me to get the heels tied. But it was worth it, I looked like a goddess. I was so excited for tonight. Not only will this be the biggest clubbing event of the year, but the band, Public Violence, will be playing at the club, almost all the people in my school were going to be there. Well, almost everyone. Alright, maybe only the social butterflies, and not the wallflowers.
Oh, if you have never heard of the band Public Violence, it really wasn't strange. They were only popular within Albuquerque. The band members attend my school, East High. I think they were really amazing and would make it BIG some day.
I practically ran out of my room and sprinted down the stairs after I turned off the music in my room. I had to move fast, so I can be exempted from my mom's judgments.
But the plan didn't go as well as I thought it should have.
My mom was watching CSI when I snuck past her towards the front door. My father was on a business trip so it was just my mom and I for the week. She didn't even bother turning her head to face me, instead she just generalized. "Gabriella, that outfit will not leave the house!"
"Mom!" I groaned. "It's just a top and a skirt! Come on!"
"Just?" She stood up and muted the television. "Your top is so low, any straight guy would have the sudden urge to touch them, your skirt is so short, any guy would just grab your ass!"
"Ugh!" I grabbed my purse and pulled open the door as I tried to ignore her.
"Your car keys aren't in the purse, Gabriella." My mom smirked as she waved it beside her victoriously.
"Bitch." I mumbled to myself.
"I don't think you're going anywhere tonight." She took the car keys and shoved them in her pocket.
"Fine…" I sighed. "Whatever. I can just call Shar." I walked out the door, slamming the door behind me loudly as I heard a faint, "Gabriella Montez! Get back in here!"
I rummaged for my phone in my purse, after I had found it, I dialed a familiar number. "Sharpay?"
"Hey, honey!" She squealed. Sharpay was my best friend. Well, she always thought that everybody in the school liked her but… people thought she was annoying half of the time. I was probably the only person that could accept her for who she was at East High. She was just such a blabbermouth at times. She could talk and talk and talk. Plus, when she babbles, she unintentionally tells everyone about a lot of secrets. But hey, she was my best friend and I love her.
"My mom's being a bitch, stole those damn car keys and now I don't have a ride to the club." I almost whined as I walked farther down the street because I heard the front door open again. My mom was probably after me.
"Alright." Sharpay sighed. "I'll be there. I don't want your mom hating on me so I don't want your mom to see me. Wait for me at the beginning of the neighborhood, okay?"
"That'll be cool." I agreed as I practically ran now because I heard footsteps. "Bye." I hung up and ran as fast as I could in my heels. I was almost in the beginning of the neighborhood when I heard my mom yell. "Gabriella Montez!"
Sharpay's car finally showed up. My savior. I hopped into the car and told Shar to drive off quickly.
"Was that your mom running after you?!" Sharpay chuckled as she asked.
"Yeah." I was breathless. It sounded so weird to admit that I was escaping from my mom.
"Oh wow." Sharpay laughed.
"Oh shut up, Shar." I rolled my eyes casually.
"Whatever." She turned the steering wheel and made a right turn down the street.
Both of us stepped out of the car laughing. We were laughing about something we recall from our memories.
I pulled my top even lower down, showing more of my boobs which were concealed by a strapless push up bra.
"How's my ass, Sharpay?" I asked her as she looked at my short (VERY short) skirt.
"Delicious." She licked her lips. "Not lesbian." She threw her hands up to show her innocence.
"I know." We both walked in the club like thunder striking flat land. All the guys stared although half of them I think I have already dated or grinded on.
"Slut…" Josie, the so called "perfect" prep muttered loud enough for me to hear.
"I don't see the guys complaining about it." I snapped back.
"Dumbass." She added. "They don't complain because they think you are an easy lay. But that doesn't mean it fully satisfy them."
"Who said that Gabriella sleeps around?" Sharpay argued with her. Her voice was perky so it was kind of amusing. "Don't judge someone by the way they dress."
"Whatever." Josie just walked off casually.
Music was playing in the back, not by the band, but just a disc jockey mixing up some tunes.
TiK ToK by Ke$ha blasted through the club as everyone started to dance.
"Sharpay, do you know when the band is going to be here?" I asked, getting tired of pop music.
"Pretty soon." Sharpay shrugged.
"Troy's hot." I just confessed suddenly.
"The lead singer?"
"Yeah." I answered. "Maybe I can finally get to talk to him today."
"Ew… so not my type. You can have him, honey." She shivered.
Sharpay took a drink of a greenish liquid. Hold on, is that alcohol I see?
"Shar! Where the hell did you manage to get alcohol without an I.D. check in here?" I gasped. I've been craving an apple martini all night.
"I've got sources…" She trailed off and started to drink more.
"Like…?"
"I'm friends with the bartender!" She used her "duh" tone.
"Can you get another for me?" I asked her desperately. What's a party without alcohol?
"Alright." She walked over to the bar section again and started to chat it up with the bartender.
I was just standing alone. So I decided to get on the dance floor and meet a guy… maybe.
Just when I started to dancing to the music, I heard a low strum of an electric guitar. Public Violence was here!
I looked up the little stage and I just couldn't take my eyes off of the lead singer, Troy.
The band liked to start off with covers of other bands' songs. Tonight they started off with, "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's only me
And I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one
And I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk a-
The chorus of the song was my favorite part. I started singing along and dancing to it although it wasn't suppose to be a dancy tune.
After some intense dancing and movements, the band stopped playing for the night. I was a little disappointed since they didn't play anything original that was written by them.
I gulped down the alcohol as I danced, sporting some spontaneous moves.
I swear… I was twenty five percent drunk already.
I glanced around for signs of Troy. I wanted to at least talk to him tonight. He was officially the hottest guy at my school. Well, in my opinion.
I spotted him walking down the stage with water in his hands as he gulped down a couple of drinks. He was standing there alone. He didn't look like he was looking at any girls or any cleavages. He was just standing there, relaxing to the dance music.
I walked up to him as I pulled my top down a little bit and tussled my hair.
"Great job up there. You've got a great voice." I complimented him casually as I stood next to him, sipping on the familiar taste of alcohol.
A/N: So…. What'd you guys think? I know it was probably a little boring but the beginning is always the most boring. Once we get through this exposition, it will be much better. So far, you know that Gabriella parties a lot and is sort of a slut. And she has a pretty bad relationship with her mom. Lolz. Oh, if you're wondering if I'm going to write out the sex part, the answer is NO. I am not good at writing pornographic pieces and I don't really want to. Sorry for M rated fans out there. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews and support when I posted the trailer! Spread the word about this story! By the way, the song lyrics used in this chapter was "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day. Please REVIEW if you want the next chapter. At least SEVEN REVIEWS for me to post chapter 2! :D
Natalie.
