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All I hear is screaming,music and happiness.

this is my happiness.
I'm here at the club,once again. But who the fuck cares? I'm here with my 2 bestfriends,but one's a random who mauras bought.
" Blair! Want a drink? All on me."
I smile as I nod to maura as I take in this atmosphere its bigger, and much more posher then the previous ones I've been too. I've catched onto people's talks saying there's chelsea players here.

doubting it

Unless it's there day off? But I doubt players have days off. Well i don't fucking know. I've never had interest in football, I'll never care about football, and I don't care about stupid football players. Except Ben,he's an exception. I've known him for quite a while since we went to the same university,he's sweet.

I take my drink off maura,and its a vodka.I live off it. I smile at her as I sync 'thank you' as I doubt she'll hear me from all the blasting of the music. We walk to the table where the rest of the girls are,as we all chat about the most random shit. Sex. Well thats what Anastasia don't shut up about,she's banged more boys then anything. But I can't blame her,she's got the looks. We've all passed out experiences round and I've stayed quiet,take a guess why. I've never had a need in fucking someone,I mean sure I've seen decent men in my lifetime but none good enough to see me in that state,to have me.

The tables just me,as the other girls go to collect more drinks. I'm nervously on my phone typing to no one just so nobody comes to me and starts some random conversation asking why I'm alone at a massive nightclub.
Antisocial freak
I see a massive group of boys,and my heart drops.Ofcourse they've entered,but one looked familiar,Ben Chilwell.  With,well just a few mates.
Who am I kidding its a fucking cult!

I try to avoid any eye contact before I'm noticed and my name getting shouted.
" OI BLAIR! "
not particularly what I expected, sounds aggressive.

" COME OVER NOW"
and demanding.
I recognise the voice,and ofcourse it Ben but the groups separated from him while he's just standing with one very, very tall brunette. Yet I can't see his face since he's turned around. I exhale as I smile to Ben as he signals me to come over,fuck. I get up grabbing my drink and my purse as I roll down my black dress I walk towards him aiming my face down.

"Hello you! Long time no see ay? "
I smile hesitantly, why am I so shy?

" been a while ben"
He grabs the brunettes attention as he turns around

oh my
He's got gorgeous brown eyes with the most fluffiest but neatest hair,with abs trailing along his white slim shirt and arms the size of cannons.Hes looking down at me with a flirtatious but friendly smirk.

" Mason, meet Blair. "
he acts sarcastically suprised but spits out,
"I know."
what.

I tilt my  head with strong confusion,
"Who are you?"

he's still glaring down at me,
"I follow you,Blair Rae.Your on Instagram, seen your posts quite a few times."

I nod back understanding,god I should be taking this as a privilege that someone who looks like that follows me.

" right you two,I've gotta dip. I need a drink! Mason keep an eye on her"

Mason looks up with his eyes widening but with a smirk spreading across his face
"Will do."

I look back at Ben with a aggregated look syncing 'fuck you'. I don't want to be here right now. I chug the last drop of vodka as I hold it in my hand still trying to avoid masons eye contact,feeling his glare still.

"Do you not look at people at all?"
He says with a exhale of laughter

"Sorry."
I exhale as I look back up at him,it's not even the fact that I'm nervous. My neck hurts when I try to look at him.

He places a hand on the side of my arm reassuringly stroking up and down carefully
"Your nervous."

I try to ignore the sneak in his flirtatious voice,I hate it.

"Not."
"Yes you are."

"I'm not mason."
"You are Blair"
I can't fight back anymore,I'll get a headache.

"Want me to fill up the drink?"
Shit,drinks. Reminds me off my friends. I look back instantly seeing the girls are back at the table smiling and doing cheering signals at me as i smile.

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