Inspired by Good Girl Gone Bad by Cobrastarship

Clare & Alli: 22

Eli & Fitz: 24

Drew: 21

"Uh-oh." A tan-skinned girl chanted as she nudged a young brunette.

"What?" Clare asked, looking up from her not-so-non-alcoholic beverage.

"You've got an admirer." Alli sang, her expression cheery. For Clare, the announcement caused a wave of slight anger and annoyance to pulse through her.

The brunette shook her head, her tight curls bouncing as she did. Alli had somehow convinced her to go out tonight, the two month anniversary of her harsh break-up K.C. - who she currently hated with a passion. He disgusted Clare, truly he did. She caught both Jenna and K.C. 'getting it on' backstage in the theater where she worked. K.C. fumbled over his words while Jenna wore a smug grin - like she was victorious at last. Clare ran away in tears, she wasn't sure if it was because of heartbreak or angry - maybe both, she didn't know.

The word admirer reminded Clare of the roses that K.C. and Connor had sent to win her affection, and of course, any thought associated with K.C. sickened her. But Clare looked over to where Alli nonchalantly gestured to. The moment Clare's bright blue eyes locked with a boy's deep green, her cheeks flushed and she looked down.

Clare peered into her glass, the clear liquid flashing different colors from the ever-changing lights. Neon blue, lime green, hot pink, and fiery red. All meshing together and sparkling in her vodka. Another wave of nausea passed through her, mostly because of the overwhelming feeling of green eyes boring into her back. She played with the lace at the end of her outfit, quite revealing and a little over the top in her opinion. But Alli insisted on dressing the both - because Clare was "new to the club scene" as Alli put it.

Clare wore a stunning bright blue corset, fringed in black lace. Under the corset was a mesh, sleeveless turtleneck-type top and finger-less mesh gloves going up her forearm with different colored bracelets. She wore a poofy black skirt that ruffled in layers, and under that was tight fishnets. Her shoes added to the dangerous look, five inch shiny black heels. Alli - feeling daring - added blue and black extensions to Clare's curly hair and sprinkled glitter across the curls.

Alli's outfit was worse; much, much worse. She wore a skintight bright lime green dress. Strapless and went up to the middle of her thigh. On her feet were four inch green and black heels, with a lacy black bow at the top of the heel near her toes. Her hair was lat loose and straight, with dashes of lime green highlights in the long tresses.

"He won't stop staring at you. Ohh. Look at his friend, he's pretty cute." Alli purred, then gave a flirty wink towards the guy next to Clare's admirer. "I say we dance."

Alli winked at me and I shook my head. "Hold on."

With that, Clare waved her hand at the bartender and order two shots. This surprised Alli but she followed along willingly and downed her own shot before pulling Clare to the dance floor. Clare fumbled with her shot glass before downing it in time to run after Alli. They made it to the heated dance floor and shoved their way through the crowd until the reached near the middle. Of course, they were amazing, since they were majoring in dancing at their college.

Clare placed her back to Alli and both raised their arms into the arm before swaying their hips to the music. The beat picked up and they bounced happily, Clare happily surrendering to the music. When the rap part of the song came on, a guy near Clare and Alli started to twirl on the floor, froze mid-twirl on his hands. When the beat returned he pushed himself to his feet, graceful and agile in the fast move.

Clare giggled as the boy advanced on her, getting close to her. But, when her gaze met his, she stopped her fit of giggles and stared into his deep green eyes. He quirked a brow as her chest heaved slightly, as if she lost her breath, and Clare felt as if she had. He stepped closer, almost until her chest touched hers. Cautiously, the boy placed his hands on her waist, and when Clare didn't object, he pulled her close.

She gasped, looking down at their touching chest before gulping. Her eyes traveled up his black v-neck - such a contrast as the black immediately gave way to pale skin. She noticed a tattoo crawling up his neck just slightly and the thick muscles on his neck. The flat plane of his cheeks had small marks and freckles peppering the pale skin, and Clare admired the raw beauty of this...boy? No...this man. He was dangerous. He was bad, and Clare licked her lips playfully once her eyes met his again.

Suddenly, all her worries and anger and nausea passed and she pushed her body closer. Clare placed on hand on his shoulder, the other pushing his chest away slightly before moving her hips to the music. Her eyes dropped from his and examined his face more throughly. On his right eyebrow was a piercing, much like her own - they were even the same style and color.

The beat slipped into her body, overtaking her senses and she unconsciously rubbed her pelvis against his. His left hand went to the small of Clare's back while the other played with her left hip, bunching the fabric of her skirt. Her pulse quickened, from the man or the music, she had no clue but it sent a delicious tingle through her body.

He moved his face incredibly close to hers, and she swore he was going to kiss her. But he moved his lips across her cheek, the lips making only slight contact to her skin causing goosebumps to rise on her arms. They were incredibly smooth and slid down her jawline and nipped at her earlobe.

"You wanna get out of here?" He asked, suggestively pulling her body closer as her moved his body against hers.

"S-Sure." Clare stuttered and felt his lips turn up in a smile.

He pulled away from her, but grasped her hand firmly as he left the dace floor. Amazing enough, Alli was following with the boy from before. All four of them reached the exit and left into the cool night air, causing Clare to shiver involuntarily. The green-eyed man seemed to notice and threw his arm around her as they walked.

"So, Blue Eyes, you wanna get in some trouble?" He asked, smirking wildly as he stared at the almost empty parking lot.