Outsider

Hookup-Part one

After getting my stuff into Tabitha's house, I decided to go to the bar for the second night in a row. My parents were highly upset when they found out I was leaving. "You'll regret leaving. I'll cancel your credit card!" My father said as I got into my car. I shrugged and drove off. I didn't tell them where I was going. Im surprised they didn't block me into the house.

I took the extra room in their apartment, which wasn't that big, but beggars can't be choosy. I took an hour nap, re-did my makeup, changed into a more flattering outfit and left. My sister and Chris went bowling and I didn't feel like going.

I pulled up at Thirsty Kitten and slid the key out of the ignition. I could hear the rap music all the way from outside. The song was......... "Come my way"? I couldn't really tell. I got out of the car after re-applying a fresh coat of matte lipstick.

"Ayyyyy! Christy!" I heard a voice call. Drunk people all around and I haven't even bought a drink yet. I walked inside and watched as drunken women danced on men on the dance floor. I went over to the bar and called the bartender over. "Hello, miss. What can I get ya?" He asked. A thick southern accent? Gross.

"Just a glass of champagne." I smiled falsely. He nodded and grabbed the glass. Another girl sat down next to me. She was alone with a hat hiding her face. I could see her shiny black hair falling down her back and ending above her waistline. "Hey." I said. She looked up and I instantly recognized the face. "Chelsea?" I asked. Chelsea was one of the popular dweebs. On a Saturday night, she should be out with her friends. "What are you doing here, Courtney?" She asked quietly.

"I have to ask you the same thing. Shouldn't you be out with Naomi or Shawna?" I asked. She shook her head. "Fuck those stupid bitches." She said fiercely. My drink arrived, and I instantly started sipping it. "What happened?" I asked. She shook her head again. "It doesn't matter."

"It does, because if it didnt you wouldn't be here." I tried to calm her. She looked up at me. "Ugh, Shawna was fucking my boyfriend and Naomi knew and she didn't tell me." She said all at once. I shook my head. "Dirty as hell." I muttered.

I suddenly got an idea after about 5 minutes of awkward silence and drink sipping. "Wanna go dance?" I asked. She shrugged. "Ok." We grabbed out drinks and headed over to the dance floor. Chelsea unzipped her jacket and revealed a sparkly tank top. She tied the jacket around her waist and lifted her hair into a messy bun.

Crowds of people were dancing and laughing. Between the loud music and all the people, I almost couldn't hear myself think. After finally finishing my drink, I was tipsy, however, if Chelsea was intoxicated, she surely didn't show it.

Chelsea and I had no dance partner, so we danced with each other. All of a sudden, 'The night is still young' came on. "Omg! This is my song!" She said. She was now dancing happily, but not crazy. I giggled and danced along. She got another drink off a table, because she was obviously drunken. "Ch-Chelsea, that's not yours!" I laughed, unaware of what was happening because I too was drunk.

Suddenly, I felt something rubbing against my ass. I turned my head, and Chelsea was twerking on me. I kept dancing as if it didn't matter. "Wanna go get, another drink?" I yelled over the music. She nodded, so we stumbled back over to the bar. This was fun, at least better than I had hoped. I didn't know what to expect from a popular chick.

We ordered another round. She turned to me, laughing. "Thanks for being nice to me." She said cheerfully. I shrugged. "Eh, it's the least I could do."

Before anything else could happen, she leaned forward and kissed me.

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Cliff hanger! Sorry it's short, but the other chapter half will be coming soon! I hope you guys like this story. If you do, vote, comment ideas/thoughts, and possibly follow me on insta: @grey_sweatshirt. Bye!