Collided worlds

Chapter 2

After i took a shower and changed into comfortable clothes, i chose to watch some TV- netflix. Something my friend, Sara, installed or whatever on it.

Just as i was about to start a movie, my phone vibrated with a notification, Sara's name flashed on the screen. Apparently, she is on her way here with ice-cream and other snacks.

Sara Nelson, she has been a great friend since i met her. She works as a shop assistant in a shop near the cafe. We don't see other much during our work hours but we try to catch up as much as we can when we do. She is the first person i became friends with when i first came here. We were both 17, she had questions about where my parents were and why i was alone in a city. I told her my parents are dead but they left me with a shitload of money and living in a house filled with their memories did not sit well with me. She believed what i told her and thankfully, did not ask more questions. Ever since, we became friends. She even introduced me to her parents- kind souls, i tell you.

No later than fifteen minutes, the door bell rang. I rushed to the door, revealing my bestfriend whose hands were full carrying two plastic bags. "Could you please take one from me? I have more in the car."

"You said you are bringing ice-cream. Not all of those...." i eyed her plastic bags suspiciously, "Why did you buy all these?"

She shrugged, "You're in need of groceries." I took a bag from her before replying, "You don't know that."

"But i do. You hardly go out and when you do, it's to work and back." she shook her head in disappointment, "Wait. Let me get the rest."

I placed the plastic bag carefully on the table in my kitchen before Sara came running with another one. "That's all, don't worry."

"Now, those doesn't look like groceries." I pointed to the bag she just brought. She smirked before saying, "These are new clothes. Party clothes."

Confused by her reply, i asked, "Why djd you bring your party clothes here?"

"These are not mine, silly." She handed me the plastic bag, "These are yours. We are going to the opening of a new club today and you will be wearing one these clothes i got you."

"But-" She cut me off, "No buts. We have been friends for years and i have never seen you go to a party."

I almost rolled my eyes at her, "I don't like parties." That was a lie, mostly. I don't know much about parties but i did want to go to one except, parties are usually crowded and i can't take the risk of being found.

"You don't have a choice. We are going." Sara insisted, showing me the clothes she brought. "I bought these for you. Don't let my money go to waste."

I sighed before saying i knew i would regret later. "Fine. But i shall return when i want."

She let out a loud squeal, "Deal."

~

The club was huge and very crowded- more than i expected. We stood outside, waiting to show our id to the bodyguard when my eyes caught the sight of familiar fancy car. A man dressed in black stepped out of it before Jonathan and a guy whom i recognised as his son followed along with another man dressed in black. Jonathan and his son made their way towards the bodyguard. Before i could hide myself amongst the others waiting the queue, the familiar voice of jonathan spoke. "What on earth are you doing here?"

I mentally cursed my best friend for bringing me here before looking up at him. His son and the other men were all looking in my direction. "Night out?" I cleared my throat as i glanced at my best friend whose eyes were wide, looking at the men.

His son whose name im still unaware of raised a questioning eyebrow at me. His father on the the other hand, let out a sigh and turned to the bodyguard. "Let them in. They are coming with us."

From the demanding tone of Jonathan, it would not take a genius to realise that he apparently owns this club. I was still wondering who really owns this club, Jonathan or his son, when the bodyguard glanced over at said son, as if asking whether he should really let us enter. He gave him a simple nod before the bodyguard stepped aside. "After you."

Smiling Jonathan, i entered walking beside Sara who had a huge grin on her face. Once inside, she dragged me towards the bar. "What the hell was that?"

"Hell was what?"

She gave me the 'Are you dumb' look before answering, "How do you even know those two?"

Now i am confused.

"Jonathan usually comes to the cafe i work at. Like Everyday." I explained with a shrug. "I only know Jonathan. I only found out he had a son the other day when he offered to drop me home as it was raining."

Her mouth was hanged open. "And you didn't think to mention this to me!?" she said in a high-pitched tone.

"Why are you screaming?" i rolled my eyes at her, already feeling a headache coming thanks to the loud music and Sara's screaming.

She shook her head before saying, "You have no idea who they are, do you?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Im supposed to?"

"Yes!" she screamed again. My right hand immediately found itself on my forehead, massaging it lightly as i shot her a glare which made her smile sheepishly at me while muttering a 'sorry'.

"Who are they?" i questioned, curiousity already killing me.

"Jonathan Reid and Asher Reid." She spoke, "Jonathan was the former CEO of the Reid enterprises. Ever since his son, Asher took over, their business has been thriving. They own a bunch of hotel, lands, countries- Hell, they basically own New york."

"How come ive never heard about this?" I asked, feeling extremely left behind. I never thought of asking Jonathan for his last name or anything about him. If he is some billionaire guy like Sara described, why does he come to a cafe which has, like some rich people say, 'No class'?

"You barely come out of your apartment." She rolled her eyes, interrupting my thoughts.

Hmm, true.

"Can i get you girls anything?" The guy standing behind the table who was clearly eavesdropping on our conversation asked with one of these boyish grin. I looked over at him before declining in the nicest way possible while Sara had another idea in mind. "We want shots. Keep em coming please."

"She wants shots. I don't." I corrected. She shook her head, 'No' before saying, "We are getting drunk tonight."

"I do not drink."

"You will have to." She shrugged before taking the first shot the bartender poured for us. "No thanks."

Despite my objections, Sara took another glass and tried to make me drink it before a voice interrupted her. "She said she does not drink."