tattoo boy

[02]

Angelica's POV ☆ |

When Carma and I stepped into the club, it was more packed than we thought. The air was already humid and the body swayed all around.

"Let's go get drinks?" Carma insisted.

I couldn't refuse, I nodded and walked with her to the bar. The lights were dim and very colorful in certain areas. There were only a few at the bar, so, Carma and I took our seats and waited for our drinks.

Being entertained by the bartender, I completely forgot about the gorgeous guy I saw earlier. I scoped behind and around me, but then I spotted him...spotting me.

When our eyes connected, I quickly looked everywhere but in his direction. "Come on, let's dance!" Carma tried to yell over the loud music.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards some small area and began to wooingly dance. At first, I looked at her as a crazy drunk, but then I thought..."fuck it."

I swayed my hips to the music and let my body express itself. My heels shifting with my body so satisfyingly and my dress trusted me enough not to trip me.

I closed my eyes and let my mind take over. The "WOOO's," and "YEAAA's" blurred in my mind and I only focused on myself. Wore out, I opened my eyes and found myself slightly sweating. I decided I needed another drink and of course, quickly walked to the bar.

When I sat in my seat, I smelled the faint smell of coconut. Instantly my eyes followed the scent and when I looked at the good-smelling person my eyes widened.

It was the hottie from before, drinking a glass of whatever. When he noticed me - noticing him, he side-eyed me while lifting and drinking his drink.

"Oh, hi stranger!" I greeted him ever so seductively. He put his drink down and daringly smirked at me. "Hey."

I needed somebody for the night, and I had a whole day to recover tomorrow, so again I thought to myself, "fuck it."

>>>

The sunshine made my headache and I began to stretch in a bed that wasn't mine. The covers took over me and were soft on my bare skin. The taps on my forehead continued to tickle me and I giggled to myself. When I opened my eyes, there sat a cat on top of my chest.

Everything in this room was simple and organized. I sat up, continuing my stretch out, and slid the covers to the side so I could step out of the bed. The cat's collar continued to jingle as it jumped off the bed and out of the room.

I began to be a bit alarmed, I took in how unfamiliar this room looked. It looked too neat and THERE WAS A CAT ON TOP OF ME!!

WHERE TF AM I?