The bald man stood there with a stern expression. "H-Hello…" Samantha gave a unsure smile. 'What is she trying to do? Chat him up?' You thought. He grunted motioning his head to the entrance of the club. Samantha nearly ran right inside when we heard a gruff voice say, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you're going?" The whole group froze. "Into the club…?" An unknowing voice answered, almost silent. "Pfft, like that'll happen little girl."
Slightly relieved, you turned around to see Ann being pulled harshly out of the door way of the club with the man saying, "Thought I wouldn't catch you, hm? Get outa here."
"Samantha?" You said, just above the blasting music.
"What?"
"How old is Ann…"
*"Seventeen."
You stood there with a dumbfound expression, "Why'd she come with us?!" By then the group had already left you. Shaking your head, you made your way to the bar only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder. "Hey babe, what's a girl like you do'in in a place like this?" 'I don't have time for this.' He practically swerved your shoulders, forcing you to face him. The man had the age of you, around the early twenties. '…Or do I?' You replaced your grimace with cunning eyes and a seductive smile, "Oh, come on! I know you can do better than that. Huh, or you can keep those douchebag sunglasses on and keep trying to take a peek at, well…" You trailed off. He was quite an attractive man. Dark brown hair did go well with the "bad boy" effect of a black leather jacket and jeans. Past experience definitely paid off with these kinds off situations.
"Ah! A smart one I have here!" His smiled widened as he pulled off the sunglasses, which only made him look even more striking with chocolate brown eyes. "Smart one you have? Then I dare to say that I don't have a 'smart one' in my presence," You turned around before pausing, putting a sarcastic tone on, "Well you lucky bastard."
" '-I don't have a smart one?' " Tom said mockingly as he walked up to the bar next to his friend. "Ha. Ha. HA! That's absolutely hilari-"
"Tom?"
"What?!"
"Your starting to sound annoying again. What's the problem? Did the security guy say you can't be DJ for the second time?"
Tom shot a glare at the blonde, "No. Some chick just insulted me to my face!"
Matias stood there for a moment before bursting into laughter, "That's what you're mad about?! Tommy, my friend, you seriously need to lay down those sunglasses of yours. **You're only allowed to wear those things if you're from the 80's and a total badass and, um." He gestured to Tom's outfit. "Oh, just shut up."
The song "Get Lucky" by Daft Punk came on with the DJ pretending to raise and lower the volume.
Matias took another sip of the unknown alcohol the bartender happened to put in from of him, "Huh, I actually like this song."
"I hate this song!" Samantha nearly screamed. You clenched your eyes shut, holding your tongue from saying a snarky comment to defend the song. 'Can you just, oh I don't know, shut up?' ***You guess she couldn't since she kept going on and on about how stupid disco was. 'Disco?!' You took deep breathes to stop yourself from blurting out the comments. You immediately regretted trying to find the group of girls in the first place. Shaking your head, once more, you turned your back and walked off. It wasn't like they would notice anyway. You were just a replacement for a girl who couldn't make it.
I got here ten minutes ago and I still haven't had a single drink.' You weaved through the jam packed crowd to come upon the bar, where you made room for yourself. Sighing you called for the bartender and put an arm on the bar top to steady yourself. "Ugh," you whispered, "I'll be lucky to make it the night in these stupid heels-"
"(Y/n)?"
Your head snapped up in recognition to the title. Your (e/c) eyes locked on blue ones. "So it is! What are ya doing h…?" Matias trailed off as he leaned back to catch a better view of you. You thought you could here a "whoa" but the music was so deafening you couldn't be sure. "Well, you know, I was just walking by in this lung strangling dress when I happened to come upon this place so I thought, 'Well, why not?'" You saw a smirk play on his lips. Laughing yourself, you said, "But no, really. Samantha offered, I never thought I'd meet you here though."
"Am I really that displeasing to see?" Matias' smirk morphed into a grin.
You ignored the question as you noticed the bartender growing impatient. "Um… Let's see," you looked down in thought, you hadn't thought about what you would order. "She'll have scotch." The bartender nodded and quickly disappeared.
"Wait what?"
He shrugged, "That's what I'm having… I think." You eyed him, somewhat suspicious. "Hey, Matias, who are you-" a male voice came from behind the blonde. He looked at you and back to his friend. "It's you again?" You said, grimacing. "Well yes it's… Oh it's you."
"Uhm, you two know eachother or…" Matias said uncomfortably in the middle of a glaring battle.
"Matias, this is the chick that blew me off."
You scoffed, "Blew you off?! Please, you were practically insulting me! What do you think I would say?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I get it you know each other, let's not turn this into a stare off, okay?"
All you did was shrug and look at the drink in front of you. Taking a sip you thought, 'This is going to be a long night.'
Matias turned, separating your glare at "Tom" with his shoulder. You couldn't help but notice how much taller Matias was than you.
"Would you care to dance?"
You paused in your mid sip of your drink. "I'm not much of a, uh, dancer type person," you said quickly. "Please?" The blonde lightly took a hand of your wrist. Doing your best to avoid his gaze you kept your hand gripping the bar. "… Public places aren't really my type of thing," you said softly, looking down. "Then what is your type of thing?"
You could feel your face light up, "Uh… talking I guess." You were clamming up, but why though?
FLASHBACK
"Would you dance with me, baby?" The sixteen-year-old teenager asked you. Grabbing tightly to your hand. "Why of course!" Once your mouth uttered those three words he nearly dragged you to the dance floor which was already covered with people dancing.
First, it started out with simple swaying… but as the music got louder and faster the dance moves got dirtier and moved out of the crowd. Your date of the night threw open the door to the closet and pinned you to the wall, closing the door while skillfully closing it with his foot. As if he had done it before. "Wh-what are you doing?!" You exclaimed as he began kissing your neck. Throwing him off of you, you looked at him through the darkness with a wide-eyed look. Suddenly, you felt hot breath on your neck, "Why are you resistant babe?"
"P-Please stop."
"No."
With that, all you could think about was what would happen to you… then you thought of how you can stop it.
Just as his hands began to travel up your shirt your fist ran into his face. The teenager was pushed into the opposing wall. You gripped the door handle, without even thinking, you ran out. Not once had you stopped running to look back until you were out of the house where the party was and at home. This incident changed your life.
You were only fourteen-years-old.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Very well then," Matias' hand went back to his side and he leaned back on the bar as before, with a small smile plastered on his face.
A/N: Okay! I hope this will be a good excuse for the short chapters! It's 3:30 A. M. and I really need to sleep now.
What I was thinking when writing:
*Believe me, kids younger probably sneak in in this day and age... my gawd.
**I'm so sorry Al! - I'm gonna die.
***I really really disagree with people who think Daft Punk is "disco".
