Clubs. Hate them. I hate that Michael forces me to go. I'd rather stay at home and watch South Park. Obviously not. Michael goes to a club finds someone and leaves. Why do I have to go? I'm just going to end up lonely and finding my own way back home because he's gone home with some blonde bimbo.
"Hey baby, I have arrived," I hear Michael yell.
"In the living room," I yell back.
"Mia! Why aren't you in a short sexy dress?"
"I don't wanna go," I say.
"Well you're going, so get your arse up and into a dress," he smirks.
"Fuck you," I say, walking upstairs.
"You love me," he yells. I mumble a few insults as I go through my closet.
"MIKEY," I yell.
"Yes," he asks, entering my room.
"Which one?" I hold up two red dresses.
"Neither." He goes in to my closet a pulls out a black dress. "This one," he smiles.
"Absolutely not," I say.
"Why the fuck not?" He asks.
"My boobs hang out and it's really short!"
"Well then it's perfect." He gives it to me and pushes me into my bathroom.
"Fuck you!" I yell. I can hear him laughing. I want to punch him so hard! I put the dress on and I already look like a prostitute. I open the bathroom door to see Michael going through my underwear draw.
"Dude what the fuck?" I ask.
"I'm trying to look for some nice lace panties that you can wear. We don't want you going to a club with granny panties do we?"
"Found some," he pulls out a black lace g-string. That was a present from a friend I don't normally wear them.
"But Michael, they are so uncomfortable!!" I whine.
"Well get over it," he hands them to me and I put them on. "Wow Mia, you look hot as fuck. We should get going before I fuck the living day lights out of you," he says grabbing my hand.
I blush at his comment. This is why I love Michael. He's a fucking dork.
~
We arrive at the club, Black Cat. "Michael, why do most clubs have cat in the name?" I ask.
"I don't know, but it's cool," he replies. We line up outside the club. We show our fake ID to the Bouncer and he lets us in.
"Please don't leave me straight away," I plead to Michael.
"I never leave you," he says.
"Yeah you do. You always find some chick and then leave me," I point out.
"Well then you need to find a guy. So you aren't lonely." Hell no. "Yo Mia is that Miss Newton?" I turn around and see my English teacher.
"What the fuck?" Miss Newton is like the sluttiest person in the school. She's even more of a slut then Brittany Wells and she's a teacher! She wears short dresses to school and she's always hell caked up. It's quite funny actually.
"Oh shit, she's here with Mr Hemmings." Well that's no surprise. I make eye contact with Miss Newton and quickly look away.
"What are you two doing here, you're underage," Miss Newton's annoying high pitched voice rings through my ears.
"What does it look like? We're partying," Michael says.
"That dress is too revealing," she says pointing at me.
"And yours isn't?" I ask.
"I'm twenty nine years old I can wear these types of clothes." That old?
"Twenty nine! That is way too old," Michael laughs.
While Michael and the tramp are fighting, I cant help but look at Luke. Why would he use me? He's a fucking jerk, but I do miss his cuddles. That doesn't matter, he only wanted me for sex. He looks at me and smiles. He's smiling really? FUCK YOU, LUKE HEMMINGS!!
"Look. We are out of school, so get the fuck over it," I yell. "C'mon Mikey, I want a beer."
"I'll tell your parents," I hear her yell.
"They won't give a shit!" I yell back.
~
"Hey babe, wanna dance?" A guy with long blonde hair asked.
"Sorry, I'm fine," I say. He walks away leaving me at the bar. Michael left a while ago with some chick called Melody. So now I'm all alone.
"Hey can I have a beer?" I ask the bartender.
"Coming right up," he says. I grab the beer a take a sip. This is definitely my last. I've had about ten already, and my head is starting to pound.
"Mate, I'll have a beer," the guy next to me says. I know his voice from somewhere. "Hey babe," he says to me.
I turn my head towards him. Oh my fucking goodness. "Hey Mia," he says.
I ignore him and turn my head back to my beer. "Can we talk?" He asks.
"Aren't we?" I reply.
He sighs, "please Mia." Should I talk to this asshole?
"Okay, let's talk," I give in.
"I'll take you back to my place," he says, standing up.
"Woah, woah, woah, uh uh, no way, I ain't going to yours. How do I know you won't try anything?"
"Mia, I'm not going to do anything. I promise. I just want to talk," he pleads.
"Fine," I groan. I stand up and leave the club with him. I almost fall over but Luke caught me. "Thanks," I murmur.
"You've had a lot to drink, haven't you?" He laughs. I nod my head. I walk over to his car, he unlocks it and I get in.
Twenty minutes later we pull up outside his house. He opens the front door and we go in. I take off my heels and we sit on the couch. Okay Mr Hemmings lets talk.
