I languidly peeled myself off the bed as soon as the alarm went off. The piercing ring tone of my alarm always annoyed me, but I guess it is exactly because of my annoyance that I always manage to wake up on time. I trudged towards the toilet to take a bath before heading out with Sandra. As we were both staying in the school dormitory, going out to the city would take a little more time. I quickly got dressed in my black blouse and a pair of dark denim skinny jeans when my door bell started ringing. "Jane, hurry up! We're going to be late," Sandra yelled from outside. "Please Sandra, it's only 5.30pm now. We still have half an hour before John picks us up. Give me another fifteen minutes, please," I replied while answering the door for her to enter. Sandra quickly made herself comfortable on my bed while I headed to my desk to apply some light make-up. I never really liked the idea of putting on make-up. The only thing I would definitely put on before heading out of the room was to draw my eyebrows because I simply don't have any. But since we were going to the club tonight, I decided to apply a light layer of bb cream to conceal the redness on my face, though I suspect no one actually notices that clearly in the dark actually. I shrugged at my own image when I stared into the mirror. "Same old casual me, I suppose," I thought to myself. Sometimes I wondered if my mom already knew how I'd grow up to be or was it just a mere coincidence - Plain plain Jane, exactly who I am. On the other hand, Sandra was all stunning with red bold lipstick, having curled her hair lightly and letting it down loose onto her shoulders, while she's wearing the ever lovely Kate Spade party dress John bought for her birthday last month.
We waited a while longer when John finally reached the dorm. "Good evening ladies. And lovely dress, baby," John greeted us and gave Sandra a light peck on her cheeks when she entered and sat on the front seat. "Hi John. Just pretend I'm not here, shall we," I greeted John as his car zoomed through the Seattle traffic. We arrived at Dreamers after 30 minutes, where Jacob, Angeline and Celine were already waiting for us impatiently. "Time to party people," Sandra shrilled excitedly amidst the noise and music pounding heavily through the speakers around us.
Clubbing had never been my scene actually. I always preferred staying in my room, singing to Kodaline and James Bay's songs, enjoying a good time on my own. But since Sandra was always pointing out on how I should learn to engage in more social activities, I decided to give in to her endless chiding and tag along this time. After downing my forth glass of vodka and lime, I decided to head back to our little booth while the rest of them continued to hit the dance floor. Soon after, Jacob sat next me, handing me a glass of water. "I'm surprise to see you here, Jane. You look like you could use some water to wash off some of your dizziness," Jacob whispered into my ear. He must have noticed how I much I was swaying while I was walking back to the booth. I gulped the water down my throat, feeling slightly refreshed from all the alcohol that I had been drinking. Jacob took the glass out of my hand and leaned my head against his shoulders. "Take a rest girl, I'm not going to leave you alone, don't worry," Jacob spoke gently. I was too exhausted and giddy to make any response, not even to lift my head off his shoulders. I continued to rest my head on his shoulders, and the effects of the alcohol quickly sent me into a doze.
Jacob is John's best friend, and ever since John and Sandra got together, Sandra had been telling me that Jacob has a liking for me. I never really took Sandra's words seriously. I never felt for Jacob the same way as Sandra loves John. Neither did I think Jacob had any feelings for me. We were merely friends who could get along a little better than we could with other people. Sandra always had this delusion that the whole world was falling for me like how they were falling for her. "Look at the way he's staring at you," she often teased me.
I don't know how long I slept on Jacob's shoulders, but I was soon awoken by a familiar voice next to us. My eyes squinted as the lighting in the club started to fade in and out quickly, blinding my vision. I sat myself up from Jacob's shoulder, taking a good look at the guy who was seated on my right. "This can't be real," I thought to myself.