Cliché (c.h)

7.

After a loud reunion with the other members of 5 Seconds of Summer, they were all in the Underground the group's favorite night club. Blue lights flashed across the crowd of people as the My Way Remix pulsed through the speakers, Cori absolutely losing her mind when Drake's part came.

"All I gotta do is put my mind to this shit! Gah-damn! Cancel out my ex I put a line through that bitch!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, singing along with enthusiasm, a little too much enthusiasm Calum thought while watching his girl from his seat at the bar. Cori's little red dress hugged her perfectly and he was transfixed by the way her hips spun and twirl around.

Michael, although not into the music that was coming from the speakers and admittedly would much rather be playing a video game in his self named Masturbation Station, was having a good time. Between the vodka running through his veins and being in the middle of two pretty girls, he was on cloud 9. It wasn't until he got around Cori that he realized just how magical black girls are. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to them before, he just never had been exposed to black girls, or black people at all for that matter. He was currently thanking the Lord that he had seen the light.

Luke also was having the time of his life. In a bathroom stall. With a girl. Who was currently sucking the soul out of the blond boy. The loud panting coming from the stall was disrupting the steady stream Ashton had set as he sloppily tried to focus on not peeing all over himself in this drunken state. There was some part of him that knew his friend was getting head five feet away from him in a doorless stall but he really had to pee.

Harry although known as the party animal was the least intoxicated and relaxed. Harry sat at the bar, striking up conversation with the bar tender. Well actually she was more than a bar tender. She was a single mother of two, worked two jobs, all while balancing getting back into school. Basically she was the human equivalent of superwoman. From looking at pictures of her kids to talking about her day job as a daycare worker, Harry was having a pretty darn good time.

Okay now ladies, (Yeah?)
If you know you bad (Yeah?)
Don't need no man, got yo own bands, put up yo hands
If you a top notch bitch let me hear you holla
Bend it over, touch ya toes

Cori was twerking like her life depended on it. She hadn't really noticed but a semi circle had gathered behind her watching in astonishment, because the yeah she was that good. No one actually had the courage to walk up to the seemingly very confident girl and catch her twerk, but no one really minded just watching either. It wasn't until two hands covered her waist and turned her around that she noticed Calum was still in the same club as her.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Calum questioned, dragging Cori by her arm out of the way of preying eyes.

"Having a bomb time Cal. Where ya' been?" The smaller of the two asked while still shaking her hips to the beat of the song.

"Hey could you stop for one second and listen?" At this point Calum was mad that she had the nerve to prance around in a dress that left little to the imagination and act like there wasn't anything wrong with it. In reality, nothing was wrong with it but he was just jealous. Really jealous.

"Cal don't be such a stick in the mud, baby boy. C'mon dance with me." Cori giggled while slipping her fingers in the belt loops of Calum's jeans, bringing him closer to her.

Sighing, Calum couldn't help but relax a little bit at the sight of his girlfriend gazing up at him, her face highlighted by the purple light flashing against her skin. Although he was still upset about her previous actions it was clear her mind was not exactly in its usual state.

Leading the way back to the crowd of dancing bodies, Calum let Cori take control. It wasn't often that he would dance with her in public because he was stiff, awkward, and even though he loved getting twerked on, he couldn't do much more than let her do what she did best without making a fool of himself. He was out of his element but if it made Cori happy, he would do it.

Cori guided Cal's hands to her waist, grinding back into him. Cori relaxed back into him, catching her lip between her teeth. Becoming lost in the music again, she became oblivious to her surroundings and focused on rotating her hips in time to the music. Keeping pace with the girl, the friction between her dress and his jeans felt unbearable.

Maneuvering his neck slightly, Calum reached to place a kiss on her. A shiver ran down Cori's spine when Calum continued to kiss the spot slightly under her jawline. There was only a matter of time until this relatively innocent act became not so innocent. Lucky enough for the two, Michael and Harry approached with the rest of the group in tow.

"Holy shít Cori you are hot." Michael slurred, hanging off a frowning Harry. Cori simply patted the red haired boy on the shoulder before taking Calum's hand in her's.

"Yeah Mikey I know. Let's go home buddy." She sighed, lacing fingers with Michael as well.

Harry led the way back to the two vehicles buckling in Ashton and Michael into the car he was intended to drive. Considering Harry and Calum were the most coherent and least intoxicated, it seemed like a solid idea. Harry waited for Calum to lead the way back to the boy's apartment where there was room for them all to crash.

Cori couldn't wait to take a shower, it being imperative that she always showered after being out of the house especially a club of all places.

Although she could barely stand without wobbling, she was successful in cleaning her body and finding a space in the pile of boys in the living room.

The group of six alternated between the two showers until everyone at least no longer smelled like a rave and the water helped sober them up a little. Sharing their experiences of the night, Luke trumped all after going into great detail about the girl he encountered in the bathroom. Not to mention the never ending jokes about the hickey Calum had left on Cori, visible to all.

Eventually the group began to drift to sleep one by one in various places in the living room. The last person awake was Calum who sat with his head in his hands, thinking about what he did before going to Cori earlier in the club. Thinking about what had distracted him from keeping an eye on Cori. Well more like who distracted him.
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I had no kind of intention of taking this chapter there but we'll see where this goes.
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-C