Hatred

Chapter 8

Kalopi gave Olympia a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 
"You know what? Maybe you just need to go to a club," she suggested, a hint of excitement in her voice. "You need to let loose, forget about him, and have some fun. A dose of dancing and maybe a little bit of alcohol could do wonders for that conflicted head of yours."

Olympia let out a sigh, contemplating Kalopi's suggestion. The idea of going to a clubk and letting loose did sound appealing, a chance to escape from the turbulent storm of thoughts about him. 
"You really think that'll help?" she asked uncertainty, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "What if I just end up thinking about him more? Or worse, what if he shows up at the club?"

Kalopi let out a scoff, rolling her eyes as if the mere thought was ridiculous. 
"Please," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "The chances of him being at the same club as you are so slim, it's not even worth worrying about. And even if he does show up, you just act like he's invisible. You're there to have fun, not to think about some arrogant boy."

Olympia couldn't help but smile at Kalopi's confidence. Her friend had a point—why should she let the thought of him ruin her night? 
"You're right," she agreed, her voice steadier now. "I am going there for fun, not to worry about him. I can handle one night without thinking about him. And if he does show up, well, I'll just ignore him. After all, there are plenty of distractions in a club."

Kalopi clapped her hands together, her excitement obvious. 
"That's the spirit!" she exclaimed. "Now, let's start planning. We need to pick a club, plan your outfit, and make sure you're looking as hot as possible. We're not gonna let that idiot ruin your night."

After her conversation with Kalopi, Olympia headed home, her mind buzzing with anticipation. The idea of going to the club and letting loose sounded appealing, a chance to forget the tangled thoughts and emotions swirling inside her. 
She rummaged through her closet, pushing aside various pieces of clothing until she found the perfect item—a short, form-fitting dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her assets. 
Slipping into the dress, she looked at herself in the mirror, satisfaction filling her. She looked good, damn good.

A/N: her dress is at the top^^^

Checking her reflection in the mirror, Olympia felt a boost of confidence. The dress hugged her body in all the right places, making her feel both powerful and sexy. Her hair fell in perfect waves around her face, and her makeup was subtle yet flattering. 
"Damn..." she muttered under her breath, a wry smile playing on her lips. "I look good."

Her gaze lingered on her reflection a moment, appreciating the way the fabric clung to  her  and the tight fit emphasized the slimness of her waist. 
Swallowing, she took a deep breath. "Okay, I got this," she muttered, the last remnants of self-doubt fading away. "I'm going to have a fantastic night."

She took one last look in the mirror, adjusting the dress and tossing her hair back slightly. The sight of her own reflection only heightened her confidence further. 
With a final nod, she turned and headed out of the room, ready to face the club scene and put all thoughts of him to the back of her mind.

As she walked, she could feel eyes on her, glances passing over her body appreciatively. The attention boosted her ego further, leaving her feeling invincible. 
She made her way out the front door and into the night, the cool air biting against her exposed legs. Heading to the club, the sound of music grew louder, promising a night of dancing, drinking, and forgetting.

The club's entrance loomed ahead, colorful lights flickering against the night sky. As she drew closer, the thumping beat of the music grew louder, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to synchronize with the quickening of her heart. 
Taking a deep breath, Olympia stepped into the club, the atmosphere immediately enveloping her. The air was hot, thick with a mix of sweat, smoke, and the scents of alcohol and perfume.