All Of You

twenty || That's a first with her

M I G U E L

A LOT OF PEOPLE MIGHT CALL THIS STALKING. I call it looking out for the girl I'm dating. The girl, I desperately want in all the ways possible.

We had a game yesterday night and we weren't supposed to be back just yet but as soon as Lily and other people told me Violet was at Flips with Drew and then that she left with him and his friends. That was it for me.

She can see or sleep with whoever she wants. I'm not tryna interfere with that. Am I jealous that Drew is with her and God knows what is happening?

   Abso-FUCKING-lutely!

But this isn't about me. This is about the hockey team being disgusting mothafuckers!!

Once I told the guys that I was leaving and I gave them my reason, they didn't even wait for me to ask. Johnny, Noah and Dom got up real quick and left New York with me. I can always count on them.

It's almost two in the morning here in Burlington. We didn't make any stops. Drove straight over the club 'Theory' Violet said she was at. I didn't even have to trick her into telling me exactly where she's at. She told me right away, with no clue that I was already halfway there.

The club parking lot is packed as fuck but thankfully there isn't a line. To make it quicker, I pull up at valet and we all jump out the rental vehicle.

The bouncer stands from his barstool. "You know you got like 45 mins before we shut down for the night?"

"We're just picking up a friend."

"Mmhmm." He says. "I.Ds then!"

Each of us show our fake I.Ds and he gives us a free pass with no charge since now we have less than 40 minutes left. I don't need much though. Just enough time to make sure Violet is all good and drunk or Lord forbid drugged up.

The club is packed with drunk sweaty bodies. We try to keep a low profile. None of us decided to wear our football jackets. We're already drawing attention as it is.

   On the other side of the dance floor, I spot Drew and Colt standing by a table. I follow their gaze to the dance floor. That's when I see her.

    Violet's on the middle of the dance floor with Cass and another girl. A blonde. They're dancing. She's smiling and laughing. No ones grinding on each other. They just look free.

   "What's the plan?" Dom asks.

   "Yeah. Colts right there. You wanna fuck him up?" Johnny adds.

    I shake my head. "Na. I just wanna make sure V's good."

   A waitress offers us drinks and even a few girls approach us, but that's not why we came. In case these mothafuckers try and get stupid, I'm not tryna be liquored up.

   After two songs, they call it quits and head back to the table. Violet plays with her hair—more like fixes her hair and fans her face with her hand. She stands on the complete other side of the table from Drew and Colt while the blonde makes conversation with both of them.

   Jake said V looked hot but I know he wasn't tryna elaborate. Her dress is short to say the least. Tight and hugging every curve. It's a strapless dress and it has me wondering if she's even wearing a bra.