Dizzy

I own no one except Patricia and Alicia.

"Oh god… that was one of the most embarrassing nights of my life…" Riza responded. She remembered that night well; her grandfather had given her a hundred dollars and told her to go out with some friends and enjoy this milestone birthday. She remembered saying she wanted to stay home with her younger brother, but her grandfather insisted that the youngster would be fine with the six older brothers who made up the rest of her family.

FLASHBACK

"Riza Romy! Come on! It won't hurt you to get out a little." Pee-Doo said as she and Acey dragged Riza out the door of her grandfather's mansion. "Besides, it's opening night and all the cute guys are bound to be there."

"I don't want to go! I can't even dance!" Riza resisted, trying to jerk herself free from her friends' tight grips on her wrists.

"That's bull! We danced to that new song 'Toxic' just last night and you made me look like a first leveler dancing next to a professional…" Acey said. Riza did her best to dig the heels of her shoes into the ground so she could jerk back on them, but it was no use.

"Well, at least let me go back home and change. I look like an idiot in this school girl uniform!" Riza said, finally wrenching her arms free.

"No way. You can borrow some of my clothes; I can't risk letting you back home. You might lock us out!" Pee-Doo exclaimed.

"Well, at least you got that part right…" Riza sighed as they turned a corner and began to ascend the three flights of stairs to get to Patricia's mom's apartment. They went into the house and into her bedroom where the three of them managed to put together a pretty good-looking outfit. Riza ended up wearing a pair of white jeans that hung low on her hips, a black v-neck shirt, and black belt. She pulled out a pair of black earrings from Patricia's jewelry box and Alicia got a pair of black strappy heels. The three of them took turns putting make up on Riza, until they were all satisfied with the way she looked. They went back out the door and onto the well-lit street, crossing the avenue to the club on the other side. They showed their school ID's to prove that they were 18 and went inside to sit at a table. There was a good-sized crowd already dancing, the music completely taking over their bodies. Riza taped her foot to the music as they surveyed the scene.

"There sure are a lot of people here…" Patricia said as she went up to the counter to get drinks for them. She brought back two waters, Riza didn't want anything, and they chatted about the accident that happened at graduation, Timothy Zane's ripped pants and many other topics. They had been sitting there for almost an hour when the man at the counter brought Riza a soda, a little green umbrella hanging onto the side.

"From the young man over there." He said, pointing to a group of guys standing in the corner of the dance floor. Alicia gasped and Patricia practically melted in her seat. The most handsome boy with shaggy black hair had waved at them, kind of signaling that he had bought the drink for her. She smiled and waved back, turning around to face her two dumbstruck friends.

"What?" Riza said, sipping on her club soda. Neither of them said anything, but continued to stare at the boy on the other side of the room and drool. She shook her head and sighed. Those two would never be able to resist a good-looking guy with a nice butt; they always seemed to know exactly where to find them too.

"Listen! Hello? Anyone home? You guys dragged me out here to celebrate my birthday, and all I get is a lap full of drool… thanks a bunch you two." Riza said, the sarcasm in her voice bringing them out of their stupors.

"I'm sorry… I don't think I've seen anything like that walk the halls of our school… he must be five years older than we are." Patricia said. The music in the room changed and began playing the opening music for a song they all three loved. The two more outgoing girls exchanged a look and then looked back over at Riza, who was just about to make a run for the door.

"Hell no! I'm not going out there and dancing!" Riza cried as she began to make a dash for the exit, but the other two girls grabbed her just in time. They dragged her, kicking and screaming, into the middle of the dance floor and blocked her between them, picking up the beat and dancing. Riza tried desperately to get away, but the fact that she was sandwiched in between her two best friends kept her from escaping. She finally gave up as the next song began, and to her delight, it was another one of her favorites; she slowly began getting in to the music, the beat infiltrating her entire being. Soon she was dancing with her friends, not trying to get away; the music drowned out her logical senses and allowed her to feel free for a while. The three girls danced together for what seemed like an hour, before three of the guys from the group in the corner came around to dance with them. Riza shook her head politely as a blonde-headed guy asked if he could dance with her; her friends had already taken a liking to two of the other boys and were dancing with them. She stopped and retreated back to their table for her drink; her breath caught in her throat as she saw the young man who had sent her the soda sitting in her seat.

A/N: HEY SMM! PEE-DOO! lol!