Sonny's POV
"Thanks a lot." I smiled warmly at the taxi driver before handing him the money and stepping out onto the pavement. I smoothed down my slightly creased dress and took a deep breath. Tawni and I had decided to make our own way to the club and meet outside. I checked my watch. 8:58. Just on time. I moved my eyes around the throng of people and spotted Tawni, wearing a bright pink (of course) sparkly dress that cut off just above the top of her knee. In her hand she clutched a matching purse. I strode over to her and gave her a quick hug. "Hey!" She grinned, happy to see me as she looked me up and down. "Wow, Sonny, you look great. Obviously not as great as me, but close."
I looked down at myself. I had tried hard to look good. I had spent hours trying on and discarding outfits until I had found one that looked fairly good. It was dark blue and strapless with a black band around the middle. It stopped around mid thigh and I had matched it with black strappy heels, a black crop cardigan and a black sequin clutch. I had straightened my hair and let it loose to cascade down my back. I grinned my thanks back at her before she grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards the club entrance. "Come on, let's go check this place out." I let myself be pulled in through the club entrance and straight into the thick of the party. The music blared out of the speakers and the countless bodies on the dance floor moved to the deafening beat. I felt myself being pulled again and I could hear the volume of the music getting gradually quieter as Tawni yanked me over to the bar. I hitched myself up onto the stool next to Tawni as she ordered us both some drinks. The drinks arrived, we drank, and ordered some more. By the time the fourth round had been ordered, I was feeling slightly disorientated and giggly. I turned to Tawni and tried to remember how to roll my eyes. She was being hit on by a Teen Gladiator from the studios. She had her hands on his shoulders and was slightly slumped off her stool, putting her weight onto him. She was giggling endlessly while he talked with his mouth pressed up against her ear. A few minutes later she turned to me and giggled. "I'm gonna go, have fun, with my Gladiator here." She slurred while patting the gladiator's muscular arm. Before I knew it she was gone and I was alone at the deserted bar. By this point, everyone was either dancing or hanging around in the darkened corners with their boyfriend or girlfriend. And here I was, sat alone at a bar, with no one to talk to but the butt ugly bartender, while everyone else is having fun. What the hell is wrong with me? I put my head in my hand to try to stop the dizziness in my head.
Just then, I heard the faint sound of a bar stool scraping beside me. It was hard to hear because of the music, but I definitely heard it.
"Beer please, dude." I heard the familiar voice struggle to make the bartender hear over the noise. I recognize that voice. So familiar...Oh. I froze in realization. I moved my hand in my head so that I could see the source of the familiar voice. And sure enough, sitting there was the boy who was the reason that I was sitting on my own, the reason why I came here in the first place. The boy who could take this night from me and utterly destroy it, or do the exact opposite and complete it. The blonde haired, blue eyed jerk face I had somehow fallen in love with.
Chad Dylan Cooper.