The drive seemed to drag longer everytime I clamped my jaws down to grind on my minty piece of gum. Like everytime I chewed, one more minute was added to the span of time I've been waiting. I let a sigh slip through my pursed lips, seeing the club my best friend Deborah was dragging me to. She wasn't going to let me stay in the, "darkest place you can think of" called dorm 132.
I clutch my fake ID in the palms of my hands. My name is Claire Jones, and I'm 21. Or, at least that's what the card says. Having a college student for a best friend meant you could get away with just about anything without the feds being told. Hell, I could stab some one and no one would be told.
"You ready?" Deborah asked, a mischevious smile on her face. She gripped the steering wheel, making her knuckles whiten in the dim lighted spot. I nod, spitting my green gum in it's wrapper.
My breath tasted minty, and nice. Which didn't matter, I might have a few later. I don't care what people say, I'm 18, aren't I? A senior in High school...I can make my own choices.
We step out of her cougar, our heels clacking against the pavement leading to the club's entrance. Deborah wears a short, hot pink mini dress that sets on her skin nicely. It compliments her green eyes in the light, and in the dark. I, as a stupid virgin, simply decided on a pair of dark skinnies, and a grey cut off tank, exposing a lot of my skin. My pale, pasty skin. I wear black pumps along with Debby.
I sigh, pulling down my cut-off so a little bit of my chest is exposed at just the right amount. "Ready." I tell Deborah. I clap my hands against my skin-tight jeans, raising my brow.
Deborah smirks, fixing the hem of her dress over her legs. "Ready as I'll ever be."
"All right." I say, holding up my fake ID. "What will you do if I get arrested?" I laugh. Knowing Deborah, she'd probably break me out some how, not giving a shit about what the cops said.
"Don't worry Sienna, I have my ways." Deborah winks, pulling Sienna towards the entrance of the club.
I let myself be dragged. "You get me in, you're the college student here." I snicker.
Deborah rolls her eyes, approaching the two bulky bouncers guarding entrance. "Hello," Deborah purrs, running her hand down the side of her dress. "I'm on the list, as you can see. And she's with me," Deborah pointed at me with her hand.
"Mhm." I wink at the cute one, purposely fixing my arms in a way to show more chest than I have. I want to make sure I get in. I'm a tiny little thing, small hips, small breasts, and a small butt. But I know for a fact my face consists of true beauty, full lips and a pair of big brown eyes, and defined cheek bones. People say I look like a model. And I agree.
Deborah smirks, watching as the bouncers smiled and gesture us to go inside. She loops her arm with mine, and walks into the club, swaying her hips as she goes.
I walk exactly as Deborah, hearing the bass of a song pump through me. I sigh, taking it in. I find the bar, snatching my arm from Deborah's, and making my way to the bar, where I'll get drunk off my ass.
Deborah smiles, talking slow steps into the sweaty group of dancers, eyeing each and every boy that crosses her path. She sighs when she doesn't find anyone good, and heads back towards the bar were she saw me head towards earlier.
I had already taken three shots, feeling buzzed. "All right, I'm set." I tell Deborah. I flicke the tiny glasses from the counter, breaking them on the bartender's shoes. I don't bother paying. Walking with a swagger, I get to the dance floor, waiting for Deborah to join.
Deborah follows after her friend, smirking. Maybe some new boys had joined the floor.
I had made my way into a group of college men, probably Deborah's age. I do a little dance in the middle of the group, the men whistling and cooing at me. One, in particular, I have my eye on. He has blondish hair, sea-green eyes and a set of thick, dark blonde brows that protrudes over his pretty eyes. He had nice cheek bones, and a defined jaw line. He towers over me, his tight black shirt showing his sculpted muscels. He makes his way toward me, wrapping his hands around my exposed waist. I don't mind.
