Okay so I wanted to add a little of my Greek/Leb side in here... so this chappy 6 (YAY) is going to be set in this club that I loooove :D but we pretend it's in America, yea? Yea.. LOL okaaaaaaaay... HERRRRE WE GOOOO!
I studied my outfit in the mirror and laughed to myself. My best friend Nadia was right. Every time I dressed up to go to an ethnic club I looked like a freaking Bratz Genie Doll in Nadia's eyes, all dolls are try hards. I don't think that makes sense though...
I skipped down the stairs in my knee high boots, putting in my second earring and saw Paul, Rachel, Jared, Kim and Embry waiting near the front door. I froze when I saw Rachel and Kim.
"What?" Paul asked.
"You and you," I said pointing to Rachel and Kim. "Come with me."
Confused they followed me upstairs again and I helped them get dressed properly. Just a few must knows if you plan on going to an ethnic club, always wear pants, seriously, a lot of the guys there are the look up the skirt type, besides, it's easy to flash when you dance, my other friend Yolanda found out the hard way. Another thing, best to wear a waist scarf with coins hanging on them, you seem to fit in more, plus they're awesome, then there is the fake tattoos down the arms, just some stuff in henna. Then the big gold bangles and mid-drift tops. Some striking black mascara and eyeliner plus gold and bronze eye shadow equals sexy smokey eyes, then bright red lips, add curls in your hair, then BAM! You're ready.
We went back down stairs and Rachel went to Paul as Kim did to Jared, I just silently walked next to Embry.
"Wow, you can do all that in a couple of minutes?"
"It's a talent." I grinned.
Paul laughed.
"Ready to go?" I said clapping my hands together.
"Yeah, about that, where is this place? Not somewhere too loud I hope." Paul asked.
"Oh, not at all," I grinned evilly.
The club scene was amazing. So loud vibrant and happy, there was Lebanese music blaring and belly dancers skipping around the tables. We got escorted to a table that leaned right over the dance floor and Jared laughed.
"Not loud eh?"
I shrugged. "What can I say? This is my scene."
The waiter came up to our table, he smiled at me and gestured to our group. "Welcome to Mohamed's, my name is Ahmed; I hope you enjoy your time, what can I get you?"
Paul looked at me. "I think we'll leave the ordering to you, I don't know what any of this is."
"Anything you guys don't like?"
"Nope, we're all easy," Kim smiled.
"Okay, can we get drinks to start?" I said to the waiter.
"Sure, what would you like?"
I grinned evilly. "Six shots of Arak, please."
He laughed. "You're funeral, anything else?"
"Not now, thank you."
He left the table and I leaned back in my chair, content.
"What's Arak?"
"Alcohol."
"Why'd they let you order alcohol underage?"
"Don't ask, don't tell, simple rule enough."
After a lot of Arak and the best Lebanese food ever, we were all laughing and telling jokes, I stayed alert though, sometimes crazy stuff happen when you've had too much Arak. The music was so catchy I was tapping the table with my fingers and murmuring the words.
"You understand this?" Embry asked with a small smile.
"Yeah, part Leb."
His smile grew more profound. "You look like you're about to get up and dance any second."
I laughed. "I am," I pointed to the dancers that came this way, asking if we wanted to dance in Arabic. I shot up straight away and went along with them down the stairs to the dance floor, funnily enough, the others were looking down and smiling at me, Paul laughing so hard. I stuck my tongue out and raced back up the stairs grabbing Kim and Rachel.
"What's the point in wearing coin skirts if you don't get to dance in them?" I laughed pulling them with me.
That night was great. I taught Kim and Rachel how to do some belly dancing and had the satisfaction of watch Embry look at me with this adoring smile. I couldn't believe that I had given up blocking him out, but smiling back at him, genially, not out of shyness or being polite or because I was told to, but under my own accord. But when I let my guard down, of course something had to happen, a couple of men were cornering Rachel and Kim, Jared and Paul didn't seem to notice, I snapped my head around searching for them and when I spotted them I dashed to their rescue.
"Oi! Get away from them." I said moving in between them and pushing them back.
"What you going to do about it habibi?"
I slapped the one closest to me across the face. "I'm not your Habibi, move away Malaka."
"You confusing Arabic with Greek habibi and I'll call you whatever I want."
I rocked my fist back and launched it forward. "Do you understand that language? It seemed pretty clear to me that it means step off."
He nodded and walked away, I escorted the girls back upstairs and grabbed my leather jacket. "Be right back okay?" I didn't even wait for an answer as I went in search for the two that had corner us. This is what I was like usually, looking for the fight. I found them outside in a back alley laughing and acting drunk. I shoved one of them against a crate and it broke.
"Listen Habibi," he murmured. "If you wanted to play it rough that all you had to say," he stood up and laughed, his alcohol stain breath fanning my face. I nearly threw up. I went to shove him away but he pinned my hands to my sides and swung me around so that we were facing his stupid friends.
"Look, this one wants to be my habibi."
They laughed and made kissing noises at me, I pulled him down to the ground and rolled over, kicking him in his side. I tried to grab a metal bar that was leaning against the alley wall, but the man grabbed me by my hair and hit my head against the wall, my head stung, just above my eyebrow and I groaned, my vision was sort of dizzy. Everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting – well leaning against the mirror of the women's toilets and felt something soft wipe at my forehead, I looked at the person wiping my forehead and saw Embry looking back at me worried.
"You're stupid you know that?" He told me off.
I grinned. "Then why did I smile at you?"
My words were slurred and made no sense. I heard him laugh. "Smiling at someone isn't stupid."
"Yeah it is." I sighed sadly.
"Why?"
"It means I trust you too quickly, that's bad, who knows, I'll probably end up letting you in fully and end up getting crushed."
He put both his hands either side my face. "I promise not to hurt you, ever, I would never even think of it Syeira, but you went looking for a fight, that was stupid!"
I pushed his hands away like a drunk. "Why do you care if anything happens to me?"
"If you die, I die." His voice broke.
"I'm not that bad of a fighter, I wouldn't die, my dad would probably send me away."
"Syeira, I don't want my life to be over here."
"What do you mean?"
"If you leave, my life leaves with you."
He slowly leaned in with a nervous reaction; I knew what he was going to do so I launched into action. At this exact moment, I knew I was his life and he was mine.
END OF CHAPPY! :D Do you know how long it took me to come up with those last twelve lines? I've been staring at the empty ending of a chapter for ages... but the whole, if you leave, my live leaves with you thing is actually being used in my book, I got it from there, LOOOOOOOOOL. ANYWAYYS...
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