Macy's POV

"Stella, how could you invite them? You know this is hard for me already!" I screeched.

"Sorry. But you'll have fun!" Stella said quietly. I sighed.

"Okay, so.... Is this makeover done yet?" I whined.

"Almost. Your makeup is so pretty, but you need better clothes for the club!" she criticized.

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After Stella got me 'clubbier' clothes, she drove us to the club where we would meet the Lucas Brothers.

"You know Macy, you have a lot of willpower. Good for you." Stella said, smiling. I nodded, walking with her into the club vibrating with music. I almost tripped over my heels.

"I've never been to a club." I mumbled.

"Don't worry. I'll be back in a sec." Stella yelled over the music, turning on her heel towards the waiting band. I headed farther toward the middle of the dance floor.

Lovestoned/I Think She Knows was playing as I stopped and started to dance.

She looks like a model, except she's got a little more-

Don't even bother

Unless you got the thing that she likes

Oh, she's going home with me tonight

I felt someone come up behind me. I blushed, but their arms were wrapped around my collar bone, not letting me look up. My body still moved to the beat.

She's freaky and she knows it.

She's freaky but I like it.

She shuts the room down,

The way she walks and causes a fuss.

Whoa. We were grinding. This was... interesting. My mystery-man's hands worked their way under my shirt. That was enough.

I pulled away, turning to look at the awesome dancer. Joe Lucas. Holy shit.

"Macy? Man, you look FINE!" he shouted. My eyes widened. This wasn't helping. I muttered some curses and began to walk away.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he said more quietly. I stopped. Stupid niceness. What the hell. He wouldn't remember this in the morning. I turned back around.

Why did I have to care so much?