The Fanboy.

Chapter 11

We get to the club and instantly I hear the pounding music all the way from outside. Jason and I start to walk in but a group of glittery-dressed girls glance at me and gasp, looking at my clothes. One of the girls in front stops me and Jason stops as well. She looks at me, almost with a horrified expression. "Oh honey, you aren't seriously wearing that?" That? What's so bad about my outfit? "Oh Hun, you can not possibly go out there in that! You come with us and we'll get you changed into something real nice for your friend here," She said, winking at Jason before they whisked me off into a private room.
They finally finish and I walk out into the club, almost falling down the stairs on the glittery heels they gave me. I look down at my outfit once more, sighing. They put me in a tight, dark purple, strapless, shiny dress that only goes about halfway down my thighs; curled my hair into long, smooth waves; and put loads of makeup on me, so much that I don't think I could recognize myself if I stood at the mirror for hours. I look back up and make my way down the rest of the stairs, heading over to the bar area and ordering a water. I glance over my shoulder and see a boy strolling over to me. He stops, putting his arm on the bar edge so I can't get away and using his other hand to stroke my cheek harshly. I wince slightly and shift uncomfortably, making him smirk and chuckle. "Can I help you?" I question coldly, looking at my feet. "You're so beautiful." He responds, completely ignoring my question as he turns my head up to look at him. "She is, isn't she." I hear a familiar deep voice say and i turn to see Jason sitting at the bar, bottles of beer next to him. "You know you're not that bad looking yourself, and if you want to stay that way, I advise you leave." Jason snarls and the boy takes his hand back and saunters over to Jason, winking at me. "Yeah, and what're you gonna do about it?" The boy says, shoving Jason backwards. Instantly Jason's hand flys up, knocking the kid clear in the face. "Jason!" I tell an rush over, kneeling by the boy. Two guards hold Jason back as he tries to kick and scratch his way away from them, as I hold a towel to the boy's now bloodied nose. He sits up slightly and puts his hand on my shoulder but I push it off. "I'm here to help you, noting else." I take the towel off his nose and nod. "There's not a big flow coming out anymore, you'll be fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I have another person to help." I stand up and walk away, pulling down the hem of my dress. I walk through the back exit of the club, finding Jason on a step. "Hey." I say softly, putting my hand on his shoulder. He turns and looks into my eyes coldly and I step back, understanding how truly drunk and angry he was. "Oh Jason...." I mutter and start to step back more but he grabs my wrist, holding me tightly. "You are pretty Dakota, really pretty." Jason starts to drag me towards him and I try to twist out of his grip but he is too strong. The drunken boy smirks and pulls me to his chest, holding me tightly as he roughly runs his lips along the surface l my neck. I elbow him in the gut automatically and twist away, looking at him with horror. "You b*tch! You f*ckimg get over here right now or I swear-" he stumbles toward me, falling on his face on the blacktop. I use this as my chance to start to run away, but not before he yells, "you stupid ass sl*t! I never even liked you anyway!" I run away from the horrible club, tears already running down my cheek. I dig a piece of paper and my phone out of my pocket and glance at the number scribbled on the paper, dialing it into my phone. After a brief talk I walk the rest of the way to the person's house, knocking on the door weakly. The young police officer from the place where they locked up Jason opens the door, his hair slightly ruffled. He yawns and looks me up and down, a grin plastered on his face. "Come on in, darling."