flowers and thorns

Prolog

Looking back on the day we met, I know I should've followed the screams of my muscles to stay in my bed. I remember they hurt a lot, because I recently decided to get my body in shape in the gym. But though it felt like a truck just ran over me, I stood up, took a shower, got myself a breakfast in the small kitchen and looked on my phone. 
That was the second mistake I made that morning.
Before I even was able to get a glance of any other messages - not that there were tons of People writing me at nine o'clock - it ringed and offered me to open the chat of a friend called Ruby. I got to know her on the university of London. She was very pretty, a girl with dark eyes and an undefineable hair color. I still can't say whether it was a very dark brown or black at all.
Anyways, I've been very surprised to get a life sign of her that early in the morning. It's been a windy saturday morning, the air was that badly trying to come into my little appartment that the pipes it caused seemed to me like desperate pants. I was used to her going out on friday and saturday nights. Not that I've ever been a couch potato, but I'd consider myself as rather introvert. At least at that time. So though she was my friend, I didn't enjoy her party lifestyle that much. I'd never admit it, but inside, I judged her for being irresponsible towards her career.

No excuses, this night is ours. 9pm, Rubins.

It wasn't the first time she wanted me to go out with her and her circle. A few times, I've already been with them. It always started with fun, we all were dancing and laughing and drinking, but whenever boys came Closer, I was the left one. The one that now and then got home with a Boy in her hometown, never in London, but I can count these times on one hand. The one that picks 'em all up the next day. The one that wouldn't drink if one of them surprisingly decided beforehand they would'nt hook up with no one, but in the end of the night "I'm so sorry, Ally. But he's so nice.". 
This morning was different. My bodyaches reminded me about the training and why would I train, if I kept it to myself? Maybe it'd be funny, may there was one of them that decides to Sleep in her own bed this night. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided not to be a gray mouse and let myself go for once. For two months I had been in London, for one I hadn't really gone out because I had to cram so much. It was time to push aside the stress of everyday life for at least one evening.
If there was a good club in town, it was Rubins. A little expensive, but Ruby let me know expensive was similar to a great location. She knew she wouldn't get me by saying the most attractive boys came there, but in things of locations, she got me. The better the location, the better the atmosphere, the better the party. After searching for the club on the Internet, I knew a few more pounds were worth it.

And that was the third and biggest mistake I made that morning.