It Started One Night

The Club

**Zis iz Sarah**

Chapter 1
"Listen to me punk! We ARE going to a club! And you ARE going to enjoy it! Now I'm coming back in five minutes and you better be ready!"

God he's bossy! Don't get me wrong I love Ralph. As a friend of course. Ralph is an orphan and was adopted by my parents. I guess that makes me his sister...Besides, he's a completely rainbows and unicorns gay. After him lecturing me, I finally got out of bed... Slightly sloth like... I didn't bother to look in the mirror, I had a pretty good idea of what I looked like: runny nose, red face, bad hair... The post-breakup look.

I took a quick shower because I haven't had one in three days, don't judge. I applied my mascara, eye liner, blush and red lip stick. I got dressed in the sluttiest thing I owned, a black piece of skimpy fabric they call a dress. I only decided to wear this, because the typical shower thoughts consumed me and I decided to forget about Zach Cooper aka the manwhore or douche- whatever you prefer.

I opened my door to find Ralph with his hand raised, ready to knock.
"There you are. I thought you might have died in here. With the smell projecting from this room it's kind of hard not to."
"I'm sorry Ralphy-poo!" I exclaimed pinching his cheek, "If you had ever broken up with someone, the first thing on your mind wouldn't be a shower."
Ralph slapped my hand away and scowled, "Ok, fine, you win. You know, it's not easy being gay around here."
I suddenly felt a pang of guilt because I knew he was right and felt bad for him. "I'm sorry. I forgot. You just always seem so happy."
"Yup Sarah, that's because I'm awesome." He said flipping imaginary hair, "Lets go make you forget about douchanator because college starts in less than a week and said douche will be there. In case you have forgotten."
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Ralph decided halfway to the club that I was incapable of driving and took over. We pulled up to the club and the lights flashing on top shone through the night sky. In Florida there are long lines to the clubs, so I didn't have to worry about a fake I.D. (I could just blend in)
Though it's kind of annoying because I can get one in just four months! Ralph on the other hand is an annoying ass who is 21 and does have an I.D... Life... We got into the club and the first thing I noticed was my eardrums bursting from the obnoxiously loud music and my eyes being blinded by the bright flashing strobe lights. My nose didn't go completely unaffected either because of the smell of alcohol and something that smelled suspiciously of vomit. I ignored my senses and walked straight to the bar. Ralph on the other hand, being the wuss that he is, ran to the bathrooms to throw up. I snickered slightly to myself and told them to give me their strongest.

The bartender returned with a shot glass and told me it was whisky. He then proceeded to tell me that it was from the guy to my left. I leaned back in my stool and looked to my left. I immediately saw a man who looked to be in his early forties staring back at me and smiling. My immediate reaction was "EW". He nodded to the shot glass in my hand and his brown hair fell into his eyes. Not in a good way. This guy had a pot belly and could seriously pass as my dad. He also pale skin...like mine, but let's not think about that. I turned back back to the bartender and told to send it back. Feeling creeped out I got up to leave. Turns out I wasn't the only one. I turned and saw the man head towards me and I started walking faster. I somehow managed to bump into a rock hard wall and I started falling. It's a good thing the wall had arms too and caught me. I looked up and saw the most amazing hazel eyes anyone could ever dream of. The gold and green flecks in his eyes we're captivating and I just stared for a few moments.
"I'm sorry." He chuckled in a deep voice that had me forgetting about Zach right then and there.

"Oh no! That was all me! I'm so sorry!" I started to ramble, looking down in embarrassment, but was cut off by his thumb on my lips. I looked up again only to see him looking at me with such intensity I blushed and started to move back since he was still holding on to me like his life depended on it. He pulled me back and whispered six words that made me forget Zach, Ralph and all else: "Want to go to my place?"
I didn't care about the consequences, only the thought of touching what looked to be extremely soft back hair and feeling what made me think that I crashed into a wall. And besides, I think my manwhore of an ex deserves this.