You Don't Know

Chapter one

Two months, three weeks and five days ago my boyfriend Jack died. Since then, I have been... well, low. I lost my job at the restaurant and studying didn't go as well as it should. The only reason for me to hold on was Nick. He was my best friend. From the day I arrived in California, we hit it off right away, and ever since, the blond boy kept his eyes on me.

One evening like any other, he was with me to take my mind off things. "What do you want to do tonight?" he asked.

Usually I always answered with 'Nothing' or 'Stay in bed'. But this evening it was different. So, I answered differently. "I don't know."

Nick immediately jumped up like I told him I wanted to go parachuting. "Wait what? So, there is the possibility of you doing something else than just staying in bed like all the other weeks now?"

"Nah, I don't know." I shrugged but it was too late to escape Nick's plans.

"Let's go out clubbing. It's going to be fun!" He was so euphoric, and I couldn't resist the urge to smile.

"No." I said trying to get out of it, sadly without any success.

"You just said you would do something else." he countered.

"I did not say that." But he was looking at me with a strict face and a raised brow.

"Doesn't matter. We're going out tonight!"

"No..." I wanted to protest, but he was already grabbing my leg and pulled me off the couch so that I fell to the ground. I started laughing though, and after he saw that I was okay, he joined me. Thereafter I had no choice but to get ready to go out.

"Are you done?" I heard coming from my couch.

"Yeah, one sec!" One last time I was looking in the mirror in my small bathroom and checked if I had everything in my purse. Then I took a deep breath and overcame the fear of going out after such long time without Jack.

"Wow, you look stunning!" I came out to look up at Nick's adorable face.

It was nice to hear that. "Thanks." But I knew he was just saying it to make me feel good, so I wouldn't bail. "Shut up." I smiled at him, but I didn't mean it.

We went outside and took a cap to the next club. After going inside, I realized why I never went to clubs.

"This is shit!" I jelled, due to the loud music that was pounding in my ears.

"What? No. It's going to be fun!" Nick tried to comfort me, but it didn't work as well as he had planned.

"I doubt that." I replied with a face that said 'Just look around you. Everyone is drunk, dancing weirdly and the music is too loud that it hurts. This. Is. Not. Fun!'. He just said that I would see, but I really didn't think I would enjoy it any time soon. So, I at least wanted to be as shit as the rest there and decided to get a drink.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Nick asked worriedly, grabbing my arm.

"What? I'm just getting a drink... like everyone else."

"No. You don't get one." He said right to my face with a scary expression. "I just don't think it would be good for you right now."