Her Fighter

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"Why did we not go out today," Sarah groans from across the room.

"I had work," Zac defends.

"I was tired," Edward and Jake say simultaneously.

"I had an interview over Skype," Camilla says.

"I was asleep," Cameron shrugs.

"You didn't want to join me at the flee market," I glare at Sarah.

She sheepishly laughs, not wanting to argue further.

"Why don't we go to Ortega's Club," Sarah suggests.

Everyone shares looks in the room, but no one dismisses the idea.

"C'mon, it'll be fun, it's not too late," she grins.

"Fine," everyone chimes.

With a clap of her hands, she's the first to dissappear upstairs to get ready.

"It's litteraly eleven pm, not too late my ass," Jake mutters.

Once we arrived at the club, it was already nearing midnight.

The music from the building is heard from outside.

The bass of the music throb inside my body as we enter the building.

We all stay close, making our way to the bar first.

"What can I get you bunch?" the bartender asks.

His name tag reads 'Clay'.

I repeat everyone's orders and he smiles, getting right to work.

Camilla, Jake and Sarah immediately disappear into the crowd, grinding on strangers.

I laugh at Sarah having fun before I'm called by the bartender.

He puts all the drinks in front of us and we each pick what we ordered.

I call over the three dancers for their drink as we all walk over to a table beside the dance floor.

"The music is so good here!" Camilla tells over the loud speakers.

Zac stands beside me and bumps me playfully.

I bump him back and Edward just glares at me from across the table.

Sarah and Camilla tell a conversation whilst I just finish my drink, deciding I needed another round.

This club seems to be a lot more crowded than the ones back at home.

"[Hello pretty lady]"

Not understanding a thing this stranger just told me I respond with a confused expression.

"[No Spanish]"

"[yes]" I laugh.

"Ah, at least the pretty lady knows one word in Spanish," he chuckles.

His hair is jet black and his eyes a chocolate brown.

"So what is a lady doing here in a club this loud all alone?" he laughs.

I shake my head and laugh in response.

"I'm not alone, my boyfriend and friends are all by that table," I point to the bunch.

"Ouch," he playfully puts his hand on his heart.

"Great way to turn me down."

We both laugh at his actions.

"I'm sorry, but it's true, I'm a taken lady," I say proudly.

“What can I get you two?"

"Two Magaritas, please," the stranger beats me to it.

"You didn't have to buy me a drink, I don't even know your name," I say.

"Well, I am Diego, nice to meet you."

He holds his hand out for me to shake and I do so.

"I'm Emma, nice to meet you too," I let go of his hand and soon after the bartender hands us our drinks.

"I have to depart, find myself another pretty lady that's actually available," he says, a pout on his face.

"Goodluck, Diego!" I yell as he leaves.

I return to the table just as the song comes to an end and a familiar song starts to play.

Oh no

"This is your song, Emma!" I hear Edward yell.

"What do you mean?" Cameron asks, obviously confused.

"Just forget about it, he's being stupid," I try to play it off and forget about it.

Desire plays in the background still and I feel embarrassed again. That video is still out there.

"No, please tell me," Cameron insists.

"It was back in high school, there was a vidoe of those two," Sarah points to Zac and I.

Cameron immediately scoffs.

He shakes his head and leaves.

"Wait is he mad about that?" Sarah laughs.

"No it's because that dumbass smirked," Jake point at Zac.

Just great.

"Why did you do that?" I sigh.

"Because it was a funny video," he shrugs.

"I'll go check on him," Camille says before leaving.

She's usually one that can calm him down, since they've been friends longer than I've known him.

"I'm sorry I brought it up," Edward says.

I shrug it off.

"He's so childish, like for fuck's sake, it happened like four years ago," Sarah scoffs.

He'll get over it.

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