Devils Game

One | Just a normal night

"Come on, it'll be fun!" she says, tugging at me.

"No, we shouldn't, look it's already late, and we have finals in a couple days. Dont you think we should study? And who would drive us home?" I say, trying to shake her grasp.

"Oh come on! Stop thinking so much! Sometimes, Abby, you just gotta live. Plus, I can get Daren to drive us home," she flashes me a flirty look, and licks the back of her pink, full lips.

"You two on again?" I ask.

"Nah, I think were just friends... with benefits," her ocean blue eyes wink.

I huff out, there was no winning with Valerie, Val for short. I knew that I could either protest for the next 30 minutes of my long, but short, life or I could spare that time and just go with her.

"Okay, but whos gonna drive there?" I ask.

"Oh I have that planned," Val says, and a small red car pulls up, "Justin! You made it, took you long enough," she says rolling her eyes at me, and walks up to him and swings her arms around either sides of Justin's neck.

"Ugh, get a room," I say, and go back inside of my apartment complex, and I hear Val's high heels clanking after me.

"Know what your gonna wear?" She says, pulling down her pink, tight miniskirt that matches her natural colored lips.

"No, help me choose something?" I say, pulling open my room door.

We walk into the back of my room, and open the closet filled with clothes that I have never worn before. I take out a black, slick, dress - honestly the sluttiest thing I have in my entire wardrobe - and give Val a questioning look.

"Were trying to have a fun night, without getting raped, Abby. Something hot but not that hot. I mean, hell I would even jump on y-"

"Okay okay, I get it," I say, placing back the dress.

After another ten minutes I finally choose a small dress that covers up my body, but also compliments my curves and edges. Its white and has lace on the back, and is one of my favorite dresses because, with the right lighting, it can fit any situation; funeral, club, anything you can think of.

Val pulls out her eyeliner and traces over the eyeliner I was currently wearing, making a wing at the end this time. She applies a soft red to my lips, making it extra noticeable because of the white dress as contrast.

"Perfect. Not too much but not that little. You look hot," she says, grabbing a cigarette.

"Val, please dont smoke in here. Or at all for that matter," I mutter out the last part.

"Okay lets go then," she says, budding out her cigaret, she probably couldn't hear the last part.

She runs out to the car and laughs into Justin's arms, as he opens up the car door for us to get inside. And as usual Jade, and Ashton are in the car already, waiting for us.

"Whats up, Abby?" Jade says, swinging her rough, leather jacket sleeve over my shoulder.

"Oh you know, planned on studying but now going clubbing thanks to Val. The usual," I say, whisking away a strand golden piece of my hair.

"Well, were in for a wild night!" Ashton says, peering at us from the front passenger seat.

"Arent we always?" I give an exasperated look towards him.

He looks up at me and mischievously smiles, giving me that perfect, white toothed, million dollar smile that can get any girl in his bed, "Yes, but especially tonight."

"And why is that, mr. wise guy?"

"I found a new club, its supposed to be hot tonight. Said to have the hottest chicks, and guys too. Hey, you might even land someone tonight," he says, looking at my body up and down, licking his plump lips.

"Yea, but its definitely not gonna be you," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. He huffs out and returns his attention back to his jet black phone, probably texting someone for a plan B in case he doesn't meet someone tonight.

"Alright, everyone ready?" Justin says, hopping into the car, breaking the silence.

We all nod and buckle our seat belts, never can be too careful, right? I sigh, and look out the window. Oh, what I would give to be in my luscious bed, cuddled up in various amount of blankets, curled up with a nice book, preferably "To Kill a Mockingbird," which I have read dozens of times, but every time the story becomes better. The plot becomes thicker.

I love to read. Ill read anything honestly, grocery lists, bills, magazines, postcards, post its, you name it. But instead of studying for my finals, I'm going out clubbing, which will probably screw my chances of acing the finals but hey, only live once right?

I do everything with Val, shes my best friend. And sometimes I hate her, well, most of the time I hate her, but we work perfectly together; the responsible (me) and irresponsible (her). Shes the pee to my pod, or the other way around, we even each other out. And thats the only reason why I'm out partying, because of her. As usual.

We get there faster than expected, and Justin opens the door for all three of us in the backseat. I get out, taking his hand and let out a sigh. I look up, towards the violet light up sign that says "Aura". Aura? Really? Not a very appealing sign for a club, but damn, it did look aesthetic. Another thing that wasn't appealing, was the amount of people waiting in line to get into the place.

Im talking nearly 100 people, at the least. So, we head to the back and I take out my phone to pass the time, might as well study those notes I took a screenshot of on my phone. A few minutes pass by, and Im only on the second page.

"What are you doooing?" Ashton says, lazily throwing his arm around my shoulder. They tend to do that.

"Studying. This line is long as hell and we have nothing to do."

He grabs my phone out of my hands, "Abby, were supposed to be having fun! Studying, isnt fun! Even if it is to pass the time," he says.

I let out a sigh, "And what do you suggest we do, then?" I say.

"Well a couple things come to mind," he says looking at my lips.

"Im sure those things are going to stay in your pitiful imaginat-"

"Excuse me, miss?" An unfamiliar voice cuts me off.

I turn around and a bald, middle aged man meets my glare, I raise my eyebrows up in question, "The owner of this club would like me to personally escort you, and your group to the front of the line," he says.

"What? Why me?" I ask.

He seems a little caught off guard, and says "Must have been that dress," he says eyeing me up and down. Ew. "Now if you and your group would please follow me inside, Im sure that you will have a wonderful ti-."

"Im sorry, but I cant take tha-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there! Sorry about that, shes just a little crazy tonight, of course we will take that offer," Ashton says to the man, and then turns towards me and mouths "fun"

I roll my eyes, I know that objecting anymore wont get me anywhere, so me and the rest of my group follow the man inside the doors.