Ronny

Chapter 34

PSA Adelina is extremely drunk this chapter so her POV will be kinda weird/lacking details because of that :)

Adelina Celine Torres

"You" I say to Vivi, who is giving me a weird look as we climb into a cab. Alexis was supposed to be the DD but we convinced her to drink and have fun with us instead.

"Are so freaking pretty." I put my hands on Vivi's face, "Holy cow you have the same eyes as him." I stare into her eyes. Her face is smooshed from my hold on her.

She pushes me off of her, "Ok."

Darn. She still doesn't like me.

I don't care.

I feel great.

I flop back onto my seat, knowing my skirt is ridden up but not caring.

"How many fireball glasses did you have?" Vivi asks me.

Awww she asked me a non-hostile question!

Progress.

Before I can answer the car pulls to a stop and we are at the club. Weird I feel like we were in here for like two seconds! We all pile out and I nearly fall straight on my face, everything around me spinning like it's nobody's business.

"Come on girlie pop." Alexis weaves her arm through mine and I am grateful because I am not confident I can walk well.

I only had two drinks...why am I so dizzy?

We walk through security pretty quick despite there being a line out the door for a few blocks. The security guys just let us walk in.

I would think it's weird, but I don't really think I am thinking anything if I'm being honest.

Well, I'm thinking about how I'm thinking I'm not thinking anything is weird.

Full circle moment.

The blaring music and flashing neon lights completely overwhelms me at first, but us girls all hold hands and make our way through the crowds and I adjust quickly.

"We are VIPs" Alexis shouts to me so I can hear her over the music. We walk up a set of stairs to a more secluded area that is still buzzing with people dancing, kissing, drinking, even some putting drugs up their noses.

I almost sneeze just looking at them. Blah. I don't think I could do drugs.

"Let's dance!" Bella yells, and we make our way to the dance floor to the crowd of people.

Wooooooooooooo.

I am such a good freaking dancer.

I am hot.

My outfit is hot.

I'm not freaking insecure, I have a fatty. And big freaking boobs too. Not really, but medium sized boobs.

I think Aaron likes them from how he stares at them when I am in a swimsuit, so that's all that matters.

I hope he thinks I'm hot.

He's never said it.

Oh my gosh he thinks I'm a hideous beast...

"Stop looking sad!" Alexis grabs my hands and starts dancing with me. What was I even sad about?

I dunno.

Oh! It was how Aaron totally dissed my idea of ordering him pink swim trunks yesterday. Jerk. Or was it when I almost rolled my ankle five second ago dancing?