𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 & 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅

Chapter 4: The Big City Girl

Me and the girls are going for a girl's night to laid or whatever. I'm happy being single, which all my friends think is weird. Just because they all have boyfriends and I'm the only single doesn't mean I need to get laid every fucking night... I hate them for doing this to me but many of my past relationships were because of the girls. I'm wearing black skinny jeans and black crop top.

Yes, a good chunk of my relationships were toxic and abusive, but the other ones helped me heal. Everyone has toxic relationships and everyone deserves to heal from what they went through. I worked as a therapist for couples for a while, that was until I got tired from calling the police for 80% of the couples I tried helping.

I quit the job. Now I write short stories. We have arrived at the club. Needless to say that I don't wanna fucking be here but I haven't left my apartment in like 2 weeks. I work from home now. I fucking love it. I only leave my apartment for food for me or the dogs or for hanging out with the girls. I have a Doberman, and a Rottweiler, the dobie he's five years old and rhe rottie is 6 and they are the best boys ever.

We get into the club and the girls start going fucking wild. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I walk over to the bar and shout " A Whiskey Bourbon please." it's loud as fuck in here. The bartender hands me my Whiskey Bourbon, I pay and walk away. The girls and I start dancing, and grinding on each other.

Adeline, Daya, and Madison all have their drinks. I was gone for like under a minute. Oh, maybe a server walked by or something. There's lots of Drake, Megan Trainor, Iggy Azalea, Beyonce, Sia, Pitt Bull, Jason Derulo, and many other cool songs by those people are playing.

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The girlies and I have been here for over an hour, even though it only feels like it's been 10 minutes dancing, drinking, grinding, and the girls trying to hook me up with random guys. Most of the guys aren't even my type. And they fucking know that. But I do love my girls. I groan mentally and physically. Then out of the corner of my eye, I see a man with the most beautiful sandy blonde hair with dirty blonde roots, emerald green eyes, a scar on his eye, eyebrow, and chin. With a soft but sharp chin, I think he might have some frickles too. It's dark in here to tell. We catch eyes and he looks a bit nervous, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes are wondering. He looks down then looks up and slowly moves to his left because a server is trying to get by. Someone grabs his arm and drags him away. I hope he's okay.

He is just wow.

The girls and I keep drinking and dancing, having a GREAT fucking time, but I can't stop thinking about that boy I saw earlier. He was just so, nervous? Adorable? Scared, maybe? Whoever grabbed him, grabbed him pretty hard, he seemed so scared, shocked, and tired like he really didn't care but at the same time maybe he thought he was being kidnapped or somethin'. That poor poor boy. I can't help but laugh at him, like it was funny but at the same time, it wasn't.

Another couple of hours go by and I keep seeing him around. I catch him staring at me then he diverts his eyes away as soon I lock with him. It got to a point where we ended up dancing within a few feet of each other.

He's wearing a plain black T and dark green cargo pants. His face is very reed, he mut bee vry dunk like me. God. Now that my thoughts are drunk too. "Dark Horse" by Katy Perry & Juicy J is playing. I slowly dance over towards him and he's eye-humping. He starts smiling. The chorus of Dark Horse is making the club fucking feral as I put my hand on his chest as we start dancing, I grind on him as his hands wrap around my waist and my hands are on his head slowly going down to on top of his hands. It's like magic. When I put my hands on his chest, I felt sparks.

We dance for a while longer. A couple more songs go by. Some by 3OH!3, My Chemical Romance, and Falling In Reverse. I fucking these bands!

We start to get intimate.