When we arrived at The Villa Lounge, I gave the keys of the stingray to the valet. As we walked into the club, my jaw dropped. The place was a fucking victorian castle, filled with young, rich, raging party go-ers. This is where I belong.
"I looked over at spencer and said, "Last one to dance with a girl buys the first round."
"Deal." Said Spencer with a grin on his face.
As we stepped onto the dancefloor, I noticed that the lights were much dimmer. This was the way I liked it, Not really being able to see each others' faces, not that I wasn't attractive, but just the way it felt was... freeing. I never particularly enjoyed the music they played in clubs, but it was easy to get into the rhythm of, easy to dance to. The first girl I encountered was a short girl with wavy brunette hair, and a curvy body. After one song of dancing behind her, I wasn't impressed. I was hot, and, entirely separately, bothered, so I went to the bar.
I brought out my phone and asked spencer where he was. A few seconds later my phone buzzed with a text from spencer.
"Look up dipshit" it read.
I did as the text said, to discover spencer dancing on a girl on the edge of the dance floor.
I replied saying, "You already lost, fuckboy"
Soon after he walked over to the bar with a defeated look on his face.
"Four shots of Fireball" Spencer said to the bartender, slipping him a twenty and his ID. Soon after, the shots were delivered. We pounded both of them down. They sent tendrils of fiery confidence coursing through my veins.
All we could do was stare at each other and nod in a silent agreement. We then both made for the dance floor. The next hour was a blur, filled with dancing and drinking. At one point, I even managed to black out, and when I came to, I was with a short skinny girl with light brown hair. We were fiercely kissing, battling for dominance. She looked exactly like Kate. She even smelled like her. Holy shit.
My head started spinning from panic. I was immediately sobered as memories of my time with Kate came back to me. I blinked once and I was back in my bedroom, about a year ago. This was the first time that we ever had sex. We were kissing, just like with the brown haired girl from the club. Except It was much more passionate. More delicate. Things began to heat up, I removed my shirt, exposing my bare skin to her touch. She followed suit, and we continued kissing, my hands probing for the hooks of her bra...
I was brought back to reality, With the girl from the club.
"Are you ok?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. I didn't even reply, just turned to the right and threw up violently into a trash can.
"Holy shit, ew" she said, gathering her belongings and running out of the house. It was two in the morning, but I had to see her. Had to make things better. I texted kate, asking where she was, but to no reply. I threw on my clothes from before, grabbed my keys and started driving to Kate's house. I was going more than a hundred miles an hour, and when I pulled up to her house I didn't even lock my car. I was still drunk, but I didn't care. I knocked at the door. No one answered for about twenty seconds, so I started pounding on the door until it opened, revealing a shirtless guy with dark brown long hair, with kate, scantily clad in lingerie behind him.
Without even thinking consumed with grief, and rage I cocked back my fist and punched him in the face, with such drunken strength that he fell to the ground before he could say a word.
