Falling for my enemy

Worst day ever

My POV:
I look at myself in the mirror, I look tired. I splash cold water into my face, hoping it will make me feel better. It doesn't. I need to hurry up to the club before Zara starts complaining again like she always does. I'm always late for some reason.
There is no time for makeup. It's 20:30 already. I promised I would be there at 21:00. This is bad, very bad.

After what happened yesterday, I just don't have the energy to go to the club. I just want to stay home..

Can people see that I cried all night? Yeah.. I should probably put more concealer on. "Smile" I say to myself.
"There, you look happier now"
"You are happy" I'm not.
There is no time left, I quickly grab my shoes and exit the door.

It's my first time in the club. I have never been interested to check one out, but Zara made me come. Speaking of Zara, where is she? She isn't answering my texts.

I'm standing outside the club, I can hear loud music from here. There is drunk people everywhere. I hesitate to go in, but it's too cold outside, even though it's June. I slowly start to walk up to the front door. When I enter, I see nothing then what I expected. There is A LOT of people here. I start to make my way to the bar. People are bumping into me, drunk people. It's too much noise, the music is too loud.

I can't take this anymore. I'm alone, I'm stressing, and considering what happened yesterday, let's just say, I'm not feeling my best at all. The only reason I said yes to this was because of Zara. Yet she isn't even here. I feel like crying.

As I'm standing there confused, a girl bumps hard into me, which made me fall backwards into someone. I quickly get up apologizing to the guy I fell at. "ARE YOU BLIND?" He yells at me. He starts to yell more, but I can't hear him, the stupid music is TOO LOUD.

"I'm sorry I'm—" I couldn't speak. I felt my eyes watering. I was about to cry.
This whole night was a mess. Why did I come..why..
I just couldn't take it anymore. I storm off to the bathroom, almost crying.

Where the hell is the girls bathroom? What club doesn't have that. I can feel myself raging with anger at this point. I'm about to lose it. "Screw it" I say to myself, while walking into whatever bathroom I could see. Turns out everyone could use it. Whatever, I just need space. I'm thirsty, I need water. Since no one was here, I started drinking water from the sink.

"Who does that?" I hear a voice say.
I look behind me and see a tall, slender man, with black hair, brown eyes and a black shirt on. He looked like he was lost, he didn't look drunk.

"Does what?" I say annoyingly.
He looks me up and down, with a smirk on his face. I look intimidatingly back at him. I really don't have time for his bullshit. He just stares at me, trying to not laugh. What's so funny?

"WHAT IS IT" I snap. "Damn, relax, you just look like you've had a mental breakdown.."
"And who exactly are you?" I say without hesitation.
"And why are you having an attitude?" He mockingly says back.

That's it. I'm about to throw hands. I give him a dirty look while turning back to the sink. He gives me one back, while exiting the door. "You should really smile more" he says before he walks off.

I'm going home. I swear to god if I see his face again...