NEFARIOUS; AN UNLAWFUL DEVOTION

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◽SERENDIPITY OR CATASTROPHE◽

◽MARIAN'S POV◽

"Would you like to come with me to the club?" Farian asked with a smug smile. "Do I want to come with you to the club?" I teased back.

After a hectic day of high school, we were desperate for a break. With my sister's ID in hand, passing as older was a breeze. Our ginger locks, covering half of our faces, provided a convincing disguise.

We look so alike without close inspection

"Great, let me buy our tickets online," I said eagerly. We were adventurous students, not rebels. By choosing a club with high security and ensuring one of us stayed sober, we felt confident navigating the nightlife scene at seventeen.

With two hours until the end of school, I couldn't contain my excitement. My parents still believed I was at an after-school club, a lie made easy by my involvement in many extracurricular activities.

Farian provided the perfect alibi, it wasn't hard to make up an assignment we were never assigned, and it was easy to get her parents involved as her dad was as cool as a cucumber, as long as we FaceTimed him two hours out of the three hours.

As the clock struck 12:59, I began the countdown.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Gleefully, I shoved my books into my bag, eager to leave school behind.

Reunited with my friends, we greeted each other with squeals of excitement, drawing attention from nearby students. Forming a line, we walked hand in hand. "Oh my God, have you seen the new boy?" Farian gushed, squealing as we refused to make way for incoming students.

"Yeah, oh my Gosh, he's like a character from a dark romance novel," Angel replied, shaking my head at her wild fantasy. To me, the guy was just okay, exuding a dark vibe, but I couldn't define the appeal they felt.

We all brought something unique to the group. Addy was the nerdy redhead, Lauren defied cheerleader stereotypes with her kindness, Farian immersed herself in the world of boy love, and Angel is the dark romance freak, despite her life defying her book interests.

Arriving at Farian's house, our 'not so secret' hideout, we eagerly changed into our clubbing outfits. As I put on my lace-trimmed top adorned with a chain belt, with my leather short that really showed off my ass, satisfied with my choice of outfit, I couldn't help but smile at the prospect of the night ahead.

Arriving at the club a little late to blend in with the crowd, each of us with a fake ID in hand, the bouncer looked through them without suspicion. I gave a small smile, scurrying in with my friends who had already made it in successfully.

They dispersed, each heading to do what they enjoyed doing.

Angel went to the bar, eyeing the bartender she called her hot new main character. Whenever she is writing one of her deranged new stories, she fully immerse herself in that lifestyle, ensuring every detail was accurate.

Farian was just with her gay friends that partied every other night, Addy dancing the night away all by herself like some crazy lady

Laurel on the other hand had gone to her 'club boyfriend' immediately we got here and I just sat in the corner sipping on my Pina colada. Honestly, I knew I was going to be the mother hen. I never really drank when we came out; I just came to dance and make sure my friends didn't end up in trouble the next day.

I watched as Angel flirted with passion. The bartender was cute, but not someone I would go for. I never really thought about my type before, but I liked pretty guys with a strong build. You know what, screw it, I had a type.