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Chapter 1: Dance With Me

"Get over him already! He was a jerk!" Amber spat through the phone.

God, she could be rude at times.

I hugged my knees and remained silent, leaning my back against the headboard.

"Please Emma, just come with me to the party. It will help you get your mind off of Tyler," her tone softened.

Ever since Tyler and I broke up two weeks ago, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I shouldn't have let him get to me like this.

I pushed the duvet off myself and got out of bed. "Ugh fine, I'll come." I groaned into the phone.

I know she was trying to help me, but I'd rather stay at home and suffer alone. I'd get over Tyler eventually, right?

"Good!" she exclaimed, "I'll pick you up at 10."

"See you then, Amber." I hung up, tossing my phone back on the bed as I sluggishly got up to head downstairs to watch some TV.

I was deep into the second good movie of the day when the piercing sound of the door bell brought me back to reality. I paused the DVD and set my tub of ice cream down on the couch and made my way over to the door.

"Who the hell could that be?" I checked the peep hole.

Shit.

Amber.

And angry Amber to be more exact.

I quickly glanced up at the clock, 9 pm. What the hell? She wasn't supposed to be here yet.

I swung the door open. "You said 10, it's 9."

Her face crinkled. "Why are you ignoring my calls?" She questioned.

"What?" I replied, patting my pockets in hopes of finding my phone, after coming to realize that it was still up in my room, I stopped. She rolled her eyes and walked into my apartment.

"Seriously?" She crossed her arms, noticing my ice cream and blanket.

"Hey, I was watching a movie. Leave me be woman!" I half-shouted.

"Why aren't you getting ready yet?" She asked as she eyed me, "No one is going to think you are hot if you look like that," She added. Thanks Amber, thanks.

"I'll get ready around 9:30. And for your information, I'm not trying to look 'hot' for this stupid party. I'm just going so you stop nagging me like you always do." I yelled before cooling down. Amber looked down at her feet.

I exhaled and raised a hand up to my forehead, "I'm sorry Amber, I didn't mean it like that. I'm glad you're trying to help me get over that jerk," I cooed as I gave her a hug, "you're an amazing friend," I added.

She broke our embrace, and gave me a peck on the cheek, "I know!"

"Now, go on, get ready!," Amber ordered.

"Fine."

45 minutes later, I came down ready to go.

"How's this?" I asked, hoping she'd approve.

"I love it! Let's go!" she pulled my arm, and dragged me out to the car.

A hot sweaty room soon welcomed us once we entered the club. Half the girls in here looked easy, and all the guys looked like they were trying to audition for Jersey Shore

"Come on let's dance babe!" Amber shouted through the loud music, I grabbed her hand and followed her to the dance floor.

As I looked around the room, I realized how nice it felt to be out of the house and be surrounded by people who were having a good time. It really put me in a good mood. I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of glad that Amber brought me out here.