INTO IT. . . besson

𝟎𝟏𝟐: 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧

INTO IT
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{20th May 2020}
—WALKING INTO the club with dahlia's arm wrapped around her own, sasha admired the party setting around her. it was dahlia's birthday, and it was no shock that the group were going out clubbing for her birthday. they had a meal earlier, with a few cocktails here and there, but now this was where the main fun for tonight was going to happen.

and dahlia and sasha were excited to just get themselves onto the dance floor.

"come on you four! get your asses here!" dahlia called over her shoulder to the four girls behind them. rebecca and carmen were just laughing, them telling the two girls they were going to head to the bar and would be right back.

victoria and fran however made their way quickly over to where dahlia and sasha were, the four bringing themselves onto the dance floor.

"anyone seen where jack and that lot are? he has my disposable camera." victoria shouted over the music, allowing her friends to hear what she had to say. sasha shook her head, genuinely having no idea where the boys were once they had entered the club. so she continued to dance to the music, swaying her hips back and forth.

"he's other there with- what. the. fuck?!" sasha widened her eyes at francesca's quick outburst, both her and dahlia worried about what had happened.

"what's up fran?"

"who the fuck is that with zach?" francesca narrowed her eyes, sasha looking over to where she was looking. a few girls were sat down at the booth the boys must have reserved for dahlia and the girls for when they came back from the dance floor.

sasha immediately knew why francesca had an outburst like that, as she saw one trying to speak to zach, but he kept leaning away, instead looking down at this phone.

"you lot stay here." francesca said, about to walk off from the three girls, when sasha grabbed her shoulder.

"i don't trust you going over there alone fran. i don't know if i could help cover a murder right now." sasha joked, fran shaking her head, knowing that sasha's joke was an attempt to help calm her down slightly.

it was that francesca was possessive over zach or anything, she just hated it when girls would go up to him, and almost throw themselves at him- when it was clear he didn't want any of their attention.

that and if it wasn't his girlfriends attention- he didn't want it.

holding francesca's hand momentarily to give it a squeeze, sasha and fran made their way over to the booth where the boys were sat. as soon as the two girls came into view, relief flushed over zach's face, him leaning forward to grab ahold of francesca- bringing her into his embrace.

sasha mentally awed at the scene, with zach wrapping his arms around francesca after having placed her on his lap. the look of that had gotten the clear message to the girls that zach clearly wasn't interested, making them back off.

sasha was about to turn away, when something made her stop.

more like someone.

whilst the rest of the boys, and now fran, we're engrossed in their own conversations with one another, corbyn had other ideas.