"You're going whether you like it or not." My best friend Zoey tells me, looking through my closet, while I'm sitting on my bed watching my clothes being thrown every which way all over my room. Zoey had this crazy idea to take me to this club so that, and her words "it'll make you forget about him." All I need to do is stay at home eat some ice cream, pile a bunch of pillows and blankets up on my bed and turn on Netflix, simple as that.
God I'm pathetic.
It's been a week since I found out that my ex boyfriend was cheating on me, behind my back. Come to find out he had been cheating on me for quite a while and just last week I saw him with some skank, he was all up on her and it just sickened me. I had marched straight up to him and tapped his shoulder, I remember him turning around with this pissed off look on his face. I remember thinking why the hell should he be pissed off? I'm not the one cheating in this fucking relationship! But anyways since i don't feel like reliving that awful day over again like I have for the past week, long story short I was the one to break up with him. Not the other way around.
"You're thinking about him right now. Aren't you?" Zoey asked throwing a pair of my high waisted shorts at me.
"No." I answer, throwing them back at her.
"Ooh these look good," she held them up examing them. She looked back at my closet, figuring out what would look good with my shorts. "Ah ha!" She pulled out my white lacey crop top, that laced at the bottom of my back.
"Here you go darling," she walked over to me laying the outfit down beside me on the bed.
"Go put it on." She pushed my shoulder a little.
"I'm not going in that," I retorted.
"Then why do you have such a cute outfit in your closet if you're not going to wear it," She said looking at the outfit and back up at me, "go put it on. We're running late anyways."
I let out an annoyed sigh and picked up my clothes along with my lime green sneakers and walked into my bathroom.
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Zoey was wearing this tight ass dress that was dark purple, with one strap that came across the left shoulder. It complemented her curves and her tanned skin. She wore her favorite pair of light purple Vans. And her hair was lightly curled.
I was wearing those high waisted shorts and the white lacey crop top Zoey found in my closet along with my lime green sneakers. My hair was straight as usual, I really didn't care to much for curls. I mean, I can't pull them off, but other bitches can. How the hell do they do it?!
"Names?" The bouncer asked in a deep voice. We were currently outside of the club in a long queque.
"You need to relax Jocelyn." Zoey whispered to me.
"I'm trying," I whispered looking down at my sneakers. I really should've cleaned them.
"Names?" The bouncer asked us not bothering to look up from the clipboard.
Zoey was the one to answer, "Zoey Sharp and Jocelyn Haines."
The dude scanned over the thousands of names on his clipboard. "You can go in."
"Thanks," Zoey and I said, and we made our way into the club.
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"Come on have a drink Jocelyn!" Zoey hollered over the loud music.
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Taking Over the Gang
RomanceWhen Jocelyn Haines finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her all she wants to do is forget about him. But for Jocelyn it's not that simple. Until this one night at a club, that her best friend Zoey Sharp, decided that she needed to get out a...