Chapter 7

"And she's funny, and smart." Faith went into matchmaking overdrive. "She's really kind too, and easy to talk to."

"Do you think she likes me?" AJ asked with a helpless little school boy look on his face. Faith put her empty glass down on the bar.

"I dunno, but I hafta go to the loo. So yeah, toodles." Faith made a bee line for the Ladies room after seeing Bree enter moments before. "Bree?" She called as she sat up on the basin.

"Ama coming…. Justa second… I've lost muh hat." Bree whined from behind a half open cubicle door. Faith looked over to the hand dryer, Bree's pirate hat sat on top of it.

"Bree! I found it!" Faith called as the blonde pirate stumbled out of the cubicle. Faith placed her hat back on Bree's head, backwards and slightly tilted to the side.

"Oooh YAY!" Bree giggled, as she attempted to apply clear lip gloss. The two girls stood in front of the mirrors, swaying slightly and smudging lip gloss on to their chins, and basically everywhere other than their lips.

"So….. Any one you like?" Faith smiled, finally getting the lip gloss in the right place.

"Mmh yeah… Slightly. I dunno. I heard he was married still." Bree said with a confused look on her face, she sighed; giving up all hope with the lip gloss and stuffing it back in her bag.

"OMG! AJ!" Faith squealed. "He's divorced now though!"

"How did you know?" Bree laughed in fake surprise.

"He likes you too." Faith said in a sing song voice.

"Really?"

"Yuppers." Faith smiled. "So go talk to him!" She said pushing Bree out of the toilets and in the direction of one AJ Styles. Faith stood watching as Bree walked nervously up to AJ, who ordered her a drink, then whispered something in her ear that made her blush fiercely.

Someone's hands crept around Faith's waist, pulling her closer to them, his breathe hot on her neck. Alcohol visible on his breath. He twirled a purple curl around his finger. "You look amazing." He whispered. Faith glanced around the noisy club. Bree and AJ had moved from the bar to the dance floor along with Matt and Nikki, and Courtney and Randy. While the others sat in the large booth, taking part in a drinking game that Jeff had started.

"So do you." Faith smirked as she turned around to face him.

"Dance?" He smiled, his dimples showing clearly.

"Sure thing." Faith smiled as he laced his fingers with hers and led her to the dance floor. He pulled her close to him. But she took his hand again and led him up a set of stairs.

"Where we going?" John asked over the music, Faith led him up onto a balcony.

"Here." She smiled; looking down onto the dance floor she could see every one from there. "I used to work up here." She led him out onto the outside balcony; black candles were the only light, black feathers and sequins coated the floor. The two stayed up on the balcony for a while before John excused himself, leaving Faith on her own.

FAITH POV

"I'll be right back." John smiled, kissing me again. I love it when he does that. I watched him walk back into the club and down the stairs. I must have sat for at least half an hour before I decided to go stand inside. Where the hell was he? He said he wouldn't be long. I thought it was women who spent longer in the bathroom anyway. I lent against the banister, watching random people dance. I spotted; Courtney and Randy making out in the corner, Bree and AJ dancing in the middle of the dance floor, Nikki and Matt doing body shots off each other by the bar, and John. John with another woman.

I watched her grind against him, he smirked, squeezing her hips and pulling her closer to him. What the hell was he playing at? The blonde bitch that was currently near humping him (A/N: hahahhaha im pissin muh self laughing ryt now) turned around and kissed him passionately. Hemade no attempt to push her off him. She turned back and looked straight at me. As if she had known that I would be there. She smirked and winked at me. Little whore. Pushing herself closer to John. My John. My boyfriend. But she didn't know that, right? He was responsible here. Nikki must have run out of shots because she and Bree were now standing behind John. They tapped him on either shoulder. He turned around and they both pointed at me.

Then he looked straight at me. And right through me. How could he? I refused to wipe away the black mascara stained tears that ran down my face, the signal that I was crying. I couldn't let him no that he had that affect on me. I shouldn't have opened up again. I pulled out my cell phone and rang the most familiar number. I turned my back on the rest of the club. All of them still down on the dance floor. Watching me above them.

"Faith?" His voice echoed into my ear. "What's wrong? Where are you?"

"Poison Punk."

"I'm coming to get you." He hung up straight away. I waited a few moments before taking a deep breath and checking my make up in the compact I kept in my bag. I couldn't let John or any of the others see me like this. I matched down the stairs, passed Courtney and mouthed bye, she nodded and told me she'd ring me in the morning.

Nikki had cornered the blonde all of John, and was currently yelling at her, threatening and holding her fists close to the girl's face. Bree was laughing at the girl and attempting to calm Nikki a lil.

"Faith?" I turned around to see him.

"What do you want?" I scowled.

"Where are you going baby?" He smiled, sliding him arm around my back. I yanked my body away from him as if his touch was burning through my clothes.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled at him. "I'm going home."

"I don't understand." John leaned in to kiss me, stinking of alcohol, I pushed him away.

"The lady said no Cena." A strong arm wrapped around my waist from behind me. Pulling me closer to him. I immediately felt safer.

"What do you want?" John spat at him.

"To take my wife home." Adam smiled before taking my hand, lacing his fingers with mine and directing me out of the club.

"Wife?" John yelled in the background.

A/N: hmmm, wife? Reviews && I'll update…. Bree I aint updating again until I have 3 reviews & a chapter of Secret Love from yooo! Na ha!