A/N : I am so sorry for not posting in 2 days, I was really sick with a bad cold and had to stay in bed for a while. Well, now then, here is chapter 9! It's longer than the usual.

Chapter 9: Getting a bit close to another guy

Ally's POV:

I closed my eyes and counted to 10. It wasn't working, I could still hear Trish's shrill yell.

I put a hand to my temple and waved Trish away.

" Trish, I know it's scary, unbelievable even, but you have to understand, don't tell a single soul about this. Do you hear me?" I said, my eyes darting to the door, getting ready to tell me when I could pick up my jacket and go to the club.

Trish sighed. " Hey, don't blame me for yelling, it's pretty fucking scary, scarier than my OLD boyfriend's saggy dic- I mean, ummm…. haircut! " Trish said looking down at the floor.

I picked up my jacket and headed to the door. " Trish, I need to blow off some steam. I'm gonna go to the nightclub. Bye. " I said walking out of the door, slipping on a pair of jet black high heels.

" Yeah, okay. Bye. " said Trish now waving ME off.

15 minutes later….

Intoxicated, drunk and very fragile, I acted like a rock star, not keeping the rhythm of the fast beat song.

" I'm a rock star, bitch! " I yelled to no one in particular even though everyone heard.

A guy with wavy brown hair and a golden tan and I think a bottle of liquor on his head… walked up to me.

" Hey, you're hot, wanna dance? " he said with a cool voice.

I nodded my head. " Yeah, sure, let's dance! "

I walked to the dance floor and shook my ass like there was no tomorrow. He seemed to be staring at my chest more than dancing.

" Hey, my name is Justin, I'm single and I like your ass, wanna make out?" he said pulling me close, breaking my high score for my hooker game.

I licked my lips and ran my fingers through his hair. " Hello, I'm Ally, I THINK I'm single and I like your digit, your groin, could I even say your dick?

He laughed and slid his hands down to below my usual radar and brought his face right to mine and before I knew it, we started making out. I think it got a little out of hand because we ended up in a closet and I woke up half naked. Actually, all I had on was my undies and those were half off anyways, pulled to the side. What the hell happened?

I slipped on my bra and pulled my underwear back up. My private spot burned. I think it was on fire because it was red when I checked.

" No time to worry about that. " I said holding my head high and walking down a long hallway, my feet slapping the cold, smooth tile.

" This isn't the club, where am I? " I thought as I looked around a corner. It was cold, maybe because I was only in a bra and undies but, who would care?

I looked down the banister and saw a guy, Justin maybe, eating a…. peanut butter sandwich? Was I hallucinating? I tip toed down the stairs that had a very expensive looking carpet thrown onto it. It felt like heaven on Earth in between my little toes. Get back on track, Ally.

All of a sudden, I couldn't control myself. I was touching the tense back of a guy named Justin. He turned around startled but, then relaxed and let me feel him. He let my feel his toned chest and butter-soft face and even let me trail down to his groin. He moaned and his digit bulged in his pants. What was I doing?

" You here for seconds? " He then smirked reaching for my chest.

What have I done?