The Woman at the Bar ➳ Dinah Jane

ten

YOUR POV

The girls were on my bed looking at their phones and chilling and I was close by pulling a clean shirt on over my head.

"When the hell did Zane start leaving scratches on your back?" Lauren asked agrily, "He's never done that before."

I chuckled nervously having to continue the lie to my best friend, "Um, I guess he got into some new kinks over the summer." I laughed trying to not act too obvious.

I crashed down on the couch and landed beside Normani, "Dang, pull your shirt down. You got hickeys everywhere."

"Zane doesn't like hickeys, y/n. There's something up." Lauren pointed out.

She knows everything about our sexual encounters. Lauren and I have that kind of friendship where we share each others secrets even when they happen in the bedroom. And I've mentioned to her a time or two that Zane will only give me hickeys on special occasions because he knows those are my favorite.

"Fucking spill." Lauren growled.

"Spill what?" I laughed reaching for my phone.

Lauren took it away, "You didn't go home with Zane last night, did you?"

"Does it even matter?" I retorted trying to grab my phone from her but I was unsuccessful.

"Who did you do home with?" Lauren snarled.

My face turned a dark shade of red when I noticed all do the girls' eyes were on me.

"Was it that girl that you fucked this summer?" Normani jokingly asked.

I began to stutter. "I-uh, it's-"

"OH MY GOD IT WAS!" Normani started to get excited. She loves drama so much.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU SAID YOU WERE WITH ZANE! YOU MET UP WITH HER AGAIN?" Lauren was just as excited yet a little upset that I didn't tell her upfront.

I sighed, "Can we all just chill the fuck out?"

"You never even told us her name." Ally pointed out throwing her phone to the side so she could pay attention to me.

I couldn't tell them her name. I had to try to think of a name. "Hailey." What the fuck? Why was that the first name?

"I can't see you dating a Hailey." Camila laughed putting down her phone.

I tried to change the topic by pointing out something else. "So, Camila. How's Luke?"

Mila blushed slightly but then quickly changed her expression to a saddened one, "I thought this year with him was gonna be really good but I found out that Luke is suspended off campus for the first month of school to finish out his last suspension when he helped the seniors spray paint the school on prank day. So, he's just on his own island."

"Can you believe I almost helped them out too? Wow, good thing I didn't, huh?" I smiled.

Normani was at the end of the bed shuffling through papers and writing down on the blank space.

After a few more moments of rustling papers, she handed it to me. "All done. Now, let's go out tonight."

I took the paper and read over it the best I could. It sounded pretty good so I didn't care.

"Where are we going?" Lauren smiled with a husky voice.

Normani raised her brow, "You know how my cousin goes to Anaheim University?" We nodded in response, "She told me there's a huge Project X type house party for the whole school and that we should come by because her house is hosting it."

"I'm down." Lauren and I synchronized.

Camila looked down, "I dunno about this."

"C'mon kid. Live a little. It's a college party. You'll be in college soon. You might as well make the most of it." I told her while nudging her leg back and forth.

"Fine." Camila crumbled easily.

"I'll be the designated driver." Ally happily pointed out.

"Then let's get ready." I laughed.

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On the way to the party, I got a text from Ms. Hansen.

Dinah: what are you doing tonight?

Y/N: you know Anaheim University?

Dinah: Ha yeah. I graduated from there.

Y/N: well I'm going to a house party out there

Dinah: i knew it was about time for that annual house party lol but how are you getting to go?

Y/N: my friend's cousin invited me and a few other people

Dinah: lol I just got an invite from one of my old friends but idk if I'll even get to go. but just be careful. a lot of bad shit happens on this night every year

Y/N: I'm not sure what you mean but I'll keep my eyes peeled

Dinah: okay, sweetie. maybe I'll see you around for a moment or two.

Y/N: are you planning on stealing me away possibly? ;)

Dinah: I dunno yet. I gotta see if I could even get you away. sometimes it's hard to move through those party houses

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And she was right. There were so many people in that house. It was crammed from top to bottom. Kids sprawled out everywhere with red solo cups in their hands.

Most of them had a dazed look in their eyes so I'm guessing they smoked before coming to this party. Lucky little shits.

I walked over to the kitchen to see a copious amount of liquors and beers set out. I grabbed a clean solo cup and began filling my cup up with Jack and Coke. Nothing too crazy. Just a little drink I would normally have at a high school party.

I felt fingers pinch my ass and tug down on my skirt a little. I turned around to see Lauren smiling.

"You didn't make me a drink?" Her eyebrow was quirked.

"You have two hands. Make yourself one." I laughed.

I turned and leaned against the cabinet while I waited for Lauren to finish pouring a mix of alcohol in her cup. No soda. Just straight Jack, rum, vodka, and whatever else she could get her hands on. She likes to call it 'The Jauregui'. I call it 'alcohol poisoning'. I tried it once and felt fucked up within 4 swigs.

"You seen any cute girls yet?" Lauren teased after sipping her drink and leaning beside me.

"Besides you? Nah, not yet."

She giggled and nudged me, "Go on. Find a girl. I'm sure there has to be one gay one here in the midst of all these adolescents."

"If only." I replied taking a swig of my drink.

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All of us got split up, but I didn't mind. I had fun observing the estrogen and testosterone filled students at Anaheim University. I mean there were the stereotypical drunk messes, then the horny people, then we finish it off with the douchebags who think they can drink more than anyone else.

Yup, I love stereotypes.

I began walking through the house to see tons of pictures hanging on the walls. Some weren't completely hung up straight but they were all very visual. They were pictures of past generations from this frat. Girls were lined up in rows and they all had pretty, preppy smiling faces. What bullshit. Of course it's a perfect sorority.

I started to walk down the hall when a hand grabbed mine and pulled me into a room to close the door behind us.

I struggled to get try and get out but when the figure stepped out from the shadows, I was stunned.