Where are we now?
Chapter One: Clare POV
I grimaced as Alli pulled out a very revealing dress, expecting me to wear it. Clubbing or not, I would rather not look like a slut. No offence to Alli's clothing style.
The look in her eyes was one of competitiveness. I knew if I had any chance of winning this battle, it was slim to none. I signed and took the dress from her firm grasp.
After high school, Alli and I became closer than ever, sharing dorm rooms, even. I couldn't take her seriously when she asked me to go clubbing with her. Last time we went clubbing… well, lets just say, I'm never wearing something that can rip easily again.
The dress Alli had picked out for me was a neon pink and purple halter that had an entirely lace back. The front was…. Not something I would expect anyone but a stripper to wear. Well, okay, I guess it wasn't that bad. But it wasn't good either. It had black and pink thick stripes going horizontal from my waist and down. From the waist up, it was solid purple with translucent lace trimming the bust. And the neckline was something I think I'll kill Alli for later, it wide enough that if you looked at my front the side, you might have been able to see my breasts. Speaking of breasts, mine were almost spilling out of the tight dress.
I looked in the mirror; it didn't look as bad as I thought it would. And it's a bit tight. But I have to admit, I look…. Hot.
"Wow." I heard Alli say in awe from behind me. "Clare you look good. So I guess this means I get to do you're makeup. Wait, don't even answer. I will anyway!" she grinned, and I shook my head.
She sat me down in the chair and began working on me. I tried to stay still, but its hard when there's a person poking and prodding at your face. "Hold still, Clare!"
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Okay…. And, I'm done. You look awesome. Trust me." She smiled.
I hesitantly looked in the mirror. And I again, under estimated my best friend. It looked good. It's a bit more than I would've liked, but still really good. "Thanks Alli. Now let's go, before I change my mind."
I didn't want to go to a club. But it wasn't that bad, to be honest. Kind of fun, actually. We were old enough to drink, since we had just turned 21. Our birthdays are only a month apart.
So, naturally, we drank. Quite a bit. Well, Alli drank a lot. While I was still trying to finish my first martini, she had downed one, and taken a few shots. And Alli being Alli, flirted with every guy she laid eyes on. She even almost got into a cat fight with one of their girlfriends, until I broke it up.
I'm never bringing Alli to a bar ever again. But other than Alli's beverage problem, it was fun.
Well, until I saw him. The man who's heart I broke, because I was being selfish. The man who I fell in love with, but never got over. The man, my man. Er, he used to be my man. I thought I would never see him again.
I saw him; the man who would kiss me like no one else existed in a crowd full of people. The man, who turned me on, before I barely even new what that meant. The man, who understood me, and understood, even respected my beliefs.
The man, who I thought I was over, until his gaze met mine from across the room, making everyone else disappear. His eyes widened, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then his gaze turned wary, and he turned away. Only to look up again, with a new kind of determination in his eyes. He started towards me. making my entire body tingle. I couldn't believe it.
It couldn't believe it. It was him.
Elijah Goldsworthy.