A/N: songs for this chapter - 'Toxic' by Britney Spears, 'Dream' by Roy Orbison
*...Pathetic, am I right? I can't say I'm very proud of that time in my life. But don't worry, I'll skip the next couple months of depression and general mopeyness, so we can get to all the good stuff. Oh, what's the good stuff, you ask? Well, let's just say everything changed when my friends dragged me to…*
THE CLUB
[Toxic - Britney Spears]
'Oh. my. god.' Across the room stood a drop-dead gorgeous bombshell. I had never seen another woman like her and my mind was reeling as I tried to keep my balance on the danceflo-
*Woah, woah, woah. I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let's rewind a couple of hours…*
[Dream - Roy Orbison]
It had been three months since Jaune and I broke up, and I had since become all but a hermit. Yang and Blake, my two best friends, convinced me to go out dancing with them, and I reluctantly agreed. I know they were just worried about me, but I all I wanted to do at the time was mope around the house, binging on Netflix and ice cream for the umpteenth time. However, they wouldn't take no for an answer, so clubbing it was. I put on the cleanest dress I could find - a short, white halter top with blue accents - and made myself presentable before leaving.
We were going to a place called The Good Witch - I had never been to the club, even though it was within walking distance of my apartment, but it was 'all the rage' according to Yang. When we got there, it was smoky and grungy and loud - not the sort of place to take mom and dad, if you know what I mean. 'Yang… what have you gotten us into...' I thought as I surveyed the room. There was a small bar to the right side and the door to a single restroom. A few small tables and chairs occupied the edges of the dingy room. But the most dominating feature of the club was, of course, the dance floor in the center. The scuffed floorboards sparkled with glitter and who knows what else. There was a DJ booth at the back end, a scrawny boy standing behind it who looked no older than 15, his large headphones eclipsing his small features. A large dented disco ball hung from the ceiling, along with some strobe lights that only seemed to work half the time. 'Why does anyone even come here?!'
But sure enough, there was a large crowd of people gathered in the middle of the dance floor. It was a big mesh of sweaty, hormone-filled bodies, all swaying and jumping to the beat of the music. After getting our hands stamped, we waded through the sea of people and started dancing. Yang found three guys for us to partner with. They weren't bad looking… but they weren't exactly handsome either. On top of that, mine was already drunk. Halfway through the first song, he spilled his beer on my shoes… I knew it was going to be a long night. It was almost sickening, watching everyone else have fun, when I felt like I would never be happy again. But I pretended to enjoy myself and plastered on a smile for Yang' and Blake's sake.
It was getting late, and I was fed up and worn out. My shoes were sticky, everyone smelled like sweat, my ears were ringing, my voice was hoarse from shouting over the music, and my partner was about to fall over. I turned to Blake to tell her that I was leaving - and that's when I saw her.
[Toxic - Britney Spears]
'Oh. my. god.' was all I could think as my mouth surely fell open. Across the room was the most beautiful girl I had ever beheld. She had jet-black hair with red highlights, and she was wearing a tight-fitting, short black dress that accentuated her features in all the right ways. Over her shoulder she held a bright red leather jacket, which she then tossed to an empty chair. Her shiny red heels flashed in the lights, as she strutted to the middle of floor. And then, she started to dance - she was absolutely hypnotic. My mind turned to putty, as I blatantly stared - her silver eyes, her wonderful lips, her perfectly messy hair, her toned legs and arms, her swaying hips, her firm -
*Ahem. We don't need to go into details... Anyway, back to the story.*
So here I was, jaw dropped, ogling this goddess, when suddenly I realized she was looking right at me, a smile playing on her lips. And not only was she holding my stare, but she was slowly making her way towards me through the crowd. 'Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap.' My brain went into full panic mode. I quickly stammered out some lame excuse to Yang and Blake, insisting that I could just walk home and for them to keep having fun. As I bolted for the door, I took one last glance over my shoulder - she was dancing and talking to someone else now, but her eyes were still trained on me. Red-faced, I slipped through the door, thoroughly embarrassed and flustered by the strange encounter.
*See? I told you it would get better. Oh, but just wait, the night didn't end there. See, I didn't… exactly make it home that night… first things got a little sticky at…*