Adam's POV

I touched up my make up one last time before heading into the club where Brad's party was located. I don't mean to be cocky, but I looked good. I was wearing skin tight leather pants tucked into black boots that came up to and clung to my mid-thigh, along with a tight black t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it. My eyeliner was smudged to perfection and I was wearing black, sparkly eye shadow.

I got out of my car and headed into the club, luckily without any paparazzi spotting me. The first thing I noticed was that it was kind of a mad house. There were people on every inch of the dance floor dry humping and grinding on each other (the club is kind of on the wilder side) and people crowded around the bar. I spotted Brad over by the bar, Cassidy was sitting next to him.

"Heyy," I said walking over to them.

"Adam!" Brad jumped up, giving me a huge hug, and not letting go.

"Nice to see you too Brad," I said patting his head and laughing.

He giggled and finally let go. "Hey Cass," I said, giving him a hug too.

"Where is everyone?" I asked.

Brad shrugged. "I dunno. Dancing, having sex maybe."

I laughed. "Okay then."

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I took it out. It was a text from Monte.

'This club we r at is a piece of shit. U ditched us! I'm sure whatever club you're at is better than this. Where u at? We're coming to crash that bitch!'

I laughed and shook my head, that was so Monte. I turned back to Brad. "Hey, you mind if the band comes to join us?"

"No way, the more the merrier!"

I laughed and texted Monte back the address. I ordered a drink for while I was waiting. But unfortunately, when you're with Brad, there's no such thing as 'a drink.'

I found myself doing shots of tequila, vodka, and who knew what else. I was starting to feel pretty drunk and I was pretty sure I hadn't been here for very long.

After the shots, Brad, Cassidy and I were sitting along the bar, flirting with any good looking guy that walked by. You might call me a man whore but I didn't have a boyfriend so I can do what I want! The last time I was in a relationship was with Brad, and that didn't really last, we were better off as friends which was obviously working out pretty well. We still fooled around sometimes but it was only when we were drunk and half the time we didn't even remember it. I was too busy for a relationship. I hooked up and that was it. That way you didn't have anyone up your ass calling or texting you all the time or getting jealous or some shit. I didn't need that, so I didn't do it, that simple.

After a while I spotted Monte and the rest of the band walking through the door. They spotted us and started to walk toward us. I found myself having my eyes on Tommy the whole time. I still couldn't believe it was him and I really couldn't believe how hot he had gotten. I mean, he was hot in high school but now it was just like, damn. But I couldn't hook up with Tommy, he was my bass player! And my old high school love... That would just cause a lot of shit that I didn't need. Even though I really, really wanted to.

"Hey guys," Monte said. "Thanks for inviting us."

"No problem," Brad said. "It's really a party now"

Everyone laughed and after having a few drinks everyone was in the mood for some dancing, so we all headed on to the dance floor.

I found myself being pushed into random people and just dancing with whoever. Right now it was a short blond guy whose outfit left little to the imagination. Ok, if I can't hook up with Tommy, I have to hook up with someone tonight. But before I could think twice about the blond that I was dancing with, he was gone. Probably to dance with another random stranger. Whatever.

I spotted Brad dancing with some random dude but I didn't see anyone else.

"Hey. Wanna dance?" I heard someone ask in a seductive tone. I looked next to me to see a guy with spiky brown hair and a six pack, muscular but small, a good five inches shorter than me.

"Sure," I said with a smirk. He smiled and we started dancing to 'Like a G6', the perfect club song. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer to me. My hand slid down his back to his ass and he gasped and I felt him smile against my neck. Then he started kissing and biting my neck. "Shit," I half whispered, half moaned.

"What's your name baby?" I said into his ear.

"Matt," he said.

"I'm Adam."

He turned around and kissed me suddenly. I moaned and kissed him back. He was a damn good kisser. I let him put his tongue in my mouth, but not for long, I soon took that over. I backed us up against the far back wall and pushed him against it. This was the dark, far wall where people made out and did…other things. I felt Matt tugging on my hair, which was a huge turn on. I let out a noise between a moan and a growl and grabbed onto his hips tighter, lifting him up slightly. He took that opportunity to wrap his legs around my waist and luckily he was surprisingly light enough that I could hold him up. I pushed him up harder against the wall then pulled away for a couple seconds so that I could breathe.

As I was gasping for breath, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to get a better look and saw that it was Tommy. He was standing with a beer in his hand and a shocked, almost hurt look on his face. I felt kind of guilty for a second. Wait, why did I feel guilty?

I opened my mouth to say something but Tommy turned and walked away before I could.

"What was that dude's problem?" Matt asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know but, um, I just remembered that I really have to go." I said, setting him down.

"Seriously? That's it?"

"I'm really sorry. Maybe I can call you sometime?"

He shrugged and pulled a pen out of his pocket and scribbled his number on it. "Call me if you wanna continue," he said and walked away with a wink. I shoved the napkin in my pocket, I probably wouldn't call him.

I went back to the bar to find everyone else. They were all seated at the bar, everyone except Tommy.

"Where's Tommy?" I asked.

Isaac shrugged. "He said he wasn't feeling good. I think he went back to his hotel."

Damn, I really wanted to find him and ask what his issue was but I had no idea what hotel he was staying at. I could have asked but that would have probably made me sound like a stalker or something. Oh well, I would see him tomorrow at rehearsal. Shit, was that going to be awkward? Why the hell should it be awkward anyway, it wasn't his business. And why did I keep thinking about him? Ugh, whatever, I just needed to have a few drinks and forget about it.