You with the face!

We were still at the airport with our luggage deciding whether to rent a car o to take taxis.

"But taking taxi's is soo much funner," Kathy was arguing.

"More fun, 'funner' isn't a word Kathy, and besides it will be much more easy and convenient for us to rent a car," Kayla told her. I heard Kathy mumble smart ass.

"Kayla is right Kathy, we want to be able to travel easily, let's just get a car. Come on you can even pick it out!" at that Kathy got more excited and quickly agreed.

With that settled we drove out of the airport in a white glossy Porsche. Kathy has always liked to stand out.

Once in our hotel room, which was gorgeous we started to unpack. It was a penthouse suite in the Hotel Bellagio on the Strip. It had three bedrooms so each one of us got their one bedroom. A soon as we got there we ordered some snacks and started getting ready. We were going to Glass, a club the hotel stewardess told us was opening up tonight.

"Ladies! Hurry up and eat something and get ready!" Kathy ordered us.

I quickly ate a sandwich and started getting dressed. I had decided to wear a pale platinum sleeveless dress. It had a drape neckline with a v-back and it clung to my curves nicely. I paired that up with some simple black heels. A nice elegant yet sexy look. I left my semi-curly hair down and applied my normal make up just with a smokey- eye. (All dresses will be on my profile)

When I was done getting ready I walked out of my room and went to the living room where I saw Kayla all dressed up already. She had on a billowy black dress and some lacy black heels. Her brown hair up in a bun and she very little make up on. Kayla was the most modest one of the 3, but she was still beautiful.

"Wow, Kayla you look incredible," I complimented her. She blushed like she always does when she receives a compliment. "Thanks Alex so do you,"

"Well, I think Kathy won't be done for a good 20 minutes, let's take a drink," I suggested to Kayla. I went to the wine cabinet in the kitchen and took out a bottle of red wine. I poured each of us a glass.

"Kay, you know what?"

"What?"

"I want what you have," I told her referring to her relationship with Andrew.

"What do you mean?" she asked confused. "I mean, I want what you have with Andrew. You know? A steady relationship filled with love, and knowing that someone cares about you and will always be there for you. I don't mean to sound like a sap, but I want all that you know. To get married and form a family," I explained to her.

"Well, Alex I am sure you will be able to find it. You just haven't come upon the right man. When I met Andrew it wasn't that love at first sight you think it would be. It was slow, progressing love that started building up. Now I can't wait till our wedding," she said dreamily.

"Okay ladies, as much as all this warms my heart up, it's time to go!" we were interrupted by Kathy coming in to the room wearing a skin tight one shoulder long-sleeved black dress, with some cherry red high heels. Her blonde curls were tumbling down her back and she had applied more make up than any of the three of us, but she looked classy. She spun around to show us her outfit.

"So? How do I look? I think I look okay, but you this is Vegas, it is never too much," she rambled on until Kayla interrupted her. "You look great Kath, don't worry,"

"Yeah, don't worry, you'll get laid," I told her with a smirk.

"Why, thank you Al, that what I was hoping for with this outfit," I'm not sure if she meant that or not, but I just laughed while Kayla rolled her eyes at both of us.

"Well, let's get going shall we?"

"I call dibs on driving!" Kathy yelled. Of course, she would never drive. I was always the one who drove, Kayla drove like a grandma, and we didn't trust Kathy behind a steering wheel.

"Kathy," I started tell her in voice that sounded much like a mother explaining something to her 4 year old kid, "we have gone over this millions of times. You don't drive, Kayla doesn't drive. Only I drive. I don't care where we are. I'm the only one who gets to drive,"

"Oh, fine, but I get shotgun at least,"

With that we headed off downstairs and drove off to Glass.

Once outside the club, we saw there was a massive line.

"Kayla what are you doing?" Kathy asked her when she saw she was heading towards the back of the hug line. "Well, what do you think? I'm getting in line."

"Oh Kay, do you really expect us to wait in line? Ha!" after saying that she walked off toward the front of the line, while I just looked at her smirking, and Kayla just rolled her eyes. We saw her talk to one of the bouncer, touch their arms a bit, laugh, twirl her hair and in 10 minutes she was back with a pleased smile on her face.

"Let me guess? We can go in now?" I told her with a smile.

"Free of charge," she answered.

When we entered the club, we were instantly hit by the loud music, flashing lights, and perfumes of the people inside. We got a table and ordered some drinks. We always had our starting shot, together at the table.

"Let's make a bet!" Kathy started saying. Kayla looked confused and asked "About what?"

"I bet you Kayla, that you will at least kiss one guy, but the end of tonight," Kayla, looked surprised while Kathy dared her to bet.

"Fine, what do you want to bet," I was shocked that Kayla would actually go through with this, but again she must be certain that she wouldn't do anything wrong.

"Car privileges, for the whole time we are here in Vegas,"

"I can't decide that alone, Alex has to agree too," she turned to me waiting for an answer. "I trust you Kay, of course if you do lose this bet, you can be sure as hell I'm not driving with you guys,"

"It's a deal then," they shook hands. I could already see that Kathy was going to do whatever she could to get her to break. We were best friends, but she's never really liked Andrew. To tell the truth neither have I, there's something creepy about him. And aside from that, she really wanted to drive.

"Well, now that that's settled, let us begin our night of regrets, mistakes, and a shit load of fun!" as I said that we clinked our glass and downed our shots. After many years of practice in Kathy's room when her parents were out, we were all experts (even Kayla).

We ordered more drinks, and were talking about the bet, when the song Break Your Heart by Ludacris and Taio Cruz, so we rushed out to the dance floor. We started dancing together, although we were pretty cramped, when we heard a lot of people start to yell and shout, but not in a sacred way, more like they were getting excited about something. We ignored them and kept dancing, after a couple of songs, Kathy started dancing with some guy (no surprises there) and Kayla had gone to the bathroom, so I decided to get a drink.

I walked up to the bar and saw a free spot in the otherwise crowded counter. I walked up and tried to get the barman's attention.

"Excuse me!" I tried to say in a loud voice. "Excuse me!" I yelled a little louder. "Hello!" I still couldn't get his attention and I was starting to get annoyed. "HEY!" I yelled, I always try to be polite, but I do not like to be ignored. "I WANT A DRINK!" I yelled even louder, but still no answer.

"AY! Te estoy hablando! Hijo de-"(Aah! I'm talking to you! Son of a-)

"Do you need help?" out of all the loud noise, came a nice voice that sounded like it had a Spanish accent. I had lost mine, after so many years in the US; it only came up a little when I was speaking Spanish.

I didn't bother to turn to look at the owner of the voice because I was still trying to catch the bartender's eyes.

"No thanks, I'm sure I can handle it myself," I answered. I've always liked to be more independent, and I so rarely accepted any help from anyone, much less a stranger. No matter how nice his accent sounded.

"YOU! WITH THE FACE! SELLING TH DRINKS! I WANT ONE!" I tried to get his attention again, to no avail, but then I heard a loud whistle next to me and the bartender's head snapped in my direction, suddenly his eyes widened and he rushed over to my spot.

"Finally, I'd like-"

"Yes Mr. Torres, what would you like sir, I'm sorry for the wait, how about some complimentary drinks?" the short man asked the person- Mr. Torres- behind.

I let out an exasperated sigh, "I guess I'm invisible tonight!" I shouted.

"Thank you, it's all right," the Spanish accent voice- apparently Mr. Torres- said in a charming voice, "I would like a vodka, and she would like a.." he trailed of and nudged me.

"Tequila Sunrise," I answered quickly. The bartender started to mix our drinks instantly.

"You know, I could have managed perfectly without you," I said as I turned around to look at Mr. Torres for the first time. Damn.

As soon as I saw who it was I couldn't believe it. It was Fernando Torres. Forward for Liverpool United, member of the Spanish national team, and my favorite footballer! Shit! Wait! He's talking! What did he say? I better listen.

"I'm sure you could have managed, but I'm always a gentleman," he said smoothly, smirking a little when he noticed me staring. "Although you did look quiet cute trying to get the bartender's attention," he had a hug smirk on his face as he said this; I only narrowed my eyes a bit and smirked. The bartender than handed us our drinks and Fernando paid.

"So is there no way you'll be letting me pay for this?" I asked him.

"Nope," he said with a smile, "I would never let a woman pay, so don't bother,"

"Fine then, thank you very much for your help and for the drink," I said politely. "Of course, I would like something from you as well," I stared at him confused. "Your name." he said.

"Oh! Of course, Alexandra Villarreal," I said sticking out my hand. He took mine and kissed it. I think I blushed, and I rarely ever blush. "And you are?" my voice sounded a bit higher than usual, but hopefully he hadn't noticed.

"Fernando Torres."

"I already knew that," I said matter-of-factly. "Then why did you ask?" he asked confused. "Because, I would look like creep. 'Oh I know who you are. You're Fernando Torres! Liverpool player and member of the Spanish national team!" he laughed. "So you do know quite a bit about me," he said smugly.

"How could I not, I am a dedicated football fan I'll have you know," I told him. We were still at the bar but there were slightly less people.

"Really?" he asked and I nodded. "So would this dedicated soccer fan like to dance?" he asked with a charming smile. There was no way I could say "no" to him so I just took his hand and walked off to the dance floor. I started wondering about where Kathy and Kayla were, but all that flew out of my head when he pulled me closer and put his hands on my hips. We danced in perfect rhythm while he guided my hips to the beat of the music. Wow, he was a good dancer. We kept grinding into each other for a few more song, not saying anything, just keeping eye contact.

"I think I need a drink," I said after one song finished. He took my hand and guided me to the bar where he ordered 2 vodka shots.

"Do you know how to take a shot?" he asked, I was about to answer when I got an idea.

Hola!

I'm sorry about the links I promised to have on my profile to the drsses. i totally forgot! But don't' worry, I have them all now!

So what do you think? I need comments!

Please!

I liked this chapter, but the next one will be the exciting one.

Adios!

-Alex