RIDICULOUS. | JUDE BELLINGHAM

001

—chapter one
How many drinks? – Miguel

—Anailah—

"Sîl vous plait, Nai" Arielle begs, patting my shoulders from behind me.

"I don't know.." i frown, contemplating on if i wanna do this or not. "You know I don't go to parties a lot."

"Just for today, it's new years." She urges, a smirk coming onto her face.

"Fine." I groan, giving in.

"WAHOOOOOOOOO!" She shouts, running circles around me. "LET'S GO!"

She drags me out the door and towards the uber, talking her head off about how excited she is to get drunk.

Me and Arielle have attached at the hip for what feels like forever. Even though we're almost polar opposites, we've managed to grow up with each other without wanting to cut each other's heads off.

She's probably the most energetic and lively person I've ever met, while I'm mostly down to earth and neutral.

Which is why clubbing is so out of the ordinary for me.

Soooooooo out of the ordinary.

"Anailah, quit daydreaming. We're here." She snaps me out of my trance, opening the doors as we make our way into the club.

The minute we enter, Arielle is dragging me to the bar, leaving me no chance to say a word.

"Six shots of vodka please." She urges the bartender, slapping the counter and taking a seat. I take the stool next to her.

"Six??" I spit in awe, my jaw dropping.

"Three for the each of us, dummy." She smacks me, grinning as the bartender slides us the drinks.

"I'm kind of a lightweight," i frown, picking up a glass.

"I know, just go for it!" She encourages, downing a shot. "That's one.." she counts.

I down my glass as well, throwing the sharp liquid down my throat, causing my face to twist into a sour expression.

"See! That was easy!" She cheers, downing another shot. "Two,"

I do the same, letting loose.

"Three!" She exclaims as we both down our drinks at the same time.

"Let's go to the vip section!" She grins, grabbing my hand as we hop off the seats and look for something to do.

"How would we even get in?" I query as we snake through crowds of people.

"I have my ways." She smirks, guiding us to the door.

After a minute of sweet talking (practically begging) the guard, we had finally gotten in.

"This section is where the fine boys are at, trust." She whispers in my ear, causing me to giggle as we walk towards the karaoke area.

Though the area was quite large, the first thing that enters my vision is two men, clearly drunk out of their minds singing "SOS" by Rihanna. Rielle is already long gone by now, so i head towards the bar, hopping onto a stool.

"Pink Whitney please." I grumble, holding my head up with my chin.

This is gonna be a long night.

"Bored?" I hear a man ask next to me.
I turn towards him.

Wow.

I guess tonight won't be that bad after all.

He's wearing a crisp white shirt with a nice gold watch. He smiles, showcasing his perfect straight white teeth.

"Yup." I reply, popping the p.

"Are you with anybody?" He asks as the bartender slides me my drink.

"My friend is over there." I smile, pointing towards Arielle in the corner talking to a man with shoulder length dreads.

"So what's someone like you doing over here?" He asks.

"What does that mean?" I smile, tilting my head.

"I don't know, you kinda seem like a more social person." He responds. I burst out laughing.

"Not one bit. I don't know how to talk to people." I giggle. The alcohol is definitely catching up to me.

"You're talking to me." He smiles, causing us to both laugh.

"What's you—" he starts, but is interrupted by a man tapping him on the shoulder.

"Jude, they're doing bomb shots over there, wanna join?" The same man who was with Arielle asks in accented english. She comes up behind him seconds later, flashing a grin at me.

"Yeah." Jude responds, turning back towards me. "You coming?" He asks.

Normally i would say no.
but would i rather sit here and sulk, or actually have fun for once in my life.

Fuck it.

—note
Chapters will get longer hang
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