Divided Heart [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 25: Party Going Wild

Chapter 25: PARTY GOING WILD

Avery

“Oh no! There’s no way in hell I’m going to wear that...that...that thing!” I wailed in exasperation. Tiffany sighed, “C’mon Avery. Don’t be such a kill joy. Besides,  guys will be gawking their eyes at you.” She explained for the hundredth time and she was nowhere from being impatient. “Do you even call that a dress? Look at it, Tiffany! It’s too short for my liking and I feel like I’m too exposed when I wear this dress.” I answered back. “Then what are you going to wear in the club? A long gown?” she asked and scrunched her nose. She was right, but still I hate the dress. I gave up, knowing that this argument will lead to nowhere. Tiffany would win over me and I’d end up wearing that hideous dress. I grabbed it from her tiny hands and sighed before taking a look at the peace of clothing. “I really thought that this was a top not a dress.” I said before heading to the bathroom to change. “Just go wear it!” she said and gave me a push. Well, here goes nothing.

*****

“OH.MY.GOSH! You look stunning, Av. Look at you, all grown up.” Tiffany exclaimed, and added some teary-eyed drama by wiping her fake tears at her last sentence. I walked towards the full body mirror and indeed, she was right. I saw curves in the right places I never thought existed. “Wow!” I muttered under my breath and smiled at little. I turned to face my best friend and saw her wearing a strapless silver dress that was fitting at her chest area but the skirt flows freely. It was chic, actually. “You look good too.” I complimented her with a smile. “Let me do your hair and make- up.” She suggested and made me go to her dresser. After an hour of having a make-over, we both look fab. Tiffany straightened her hair and fixed it in a high ponytail, plus her makeup matches her attire making her look like a diva. My hair, on the other hand, was loose by curling making it look wavy and she added some volume to it. She also put minimal make-up on my face because I was already “pretty” enough. “Let’s go!” she said and we both grabbed our purses and headed out. “We’re going to have so much fun, Blondie.” She told me and giggled. Blondie, seriously?

*****

We entered the exclusive night club and as expected, it was jam-packed with sweaty bodies dancing to the rhythm of the music. How we manage to enter this place? Ask Tiffany and her wide connection. A tall blonde-haired guy approached the two of us, “Evening, ladies. I’m Derek.” He introduced and gave Tiffany a peck on the cheek and decided to do the same at me, which I gladly turned down. Now, the last thing I want to happen in this club is to be kissed by a random guy. No, actually, the last thing I want to happen is to get drunk and end up in a room alone with a random guy. Who knows, he might rape me? Derek already claimed the fact that I don’t like him or his perfectly styled blonde hair, so he chose Tiffany over me. I was disgusted by the way they were throwing lustful at each other, it makes want to throw up all the food I ate since I was born. I turned to face my best friend and her muscular guy, but apparently, they were gone. BOOM! Vanished into thin air. I headed towards the drinks and sat down. “What can I get for a beautiful lady like you?” the bartender asked me with a cute boyish smile. He was good-looking, though. “Just a raspberry vodka please. Make it strong.” I answered and he proceeded to make my drink. “Can’t believe she ditched me for a guy.” I muttered. I needed something to remove all the pain. The bartender retuned with my drink and left me with a small smile which I gladly returned.  “Hey, fancy seeing you here.” A voice said behind my back. I turned around and saw Damon and his godliness. Great. Just what I needed. “Hey, Damon.” I greeted back and he smiled a genuine one. “What are you doing here? I mean, this is one of the last places I expect you to visit.” He said and I nodded. “You got that right. Anyway, Tiffany, being the party girl she is, dragged me here.” I said and he chuckled. “I see. But, where is she now?” he asked again. “She ditched me.” I answered shortly. “Ditched you? Let me guess, she found a new boy toy, huh?” he asked and wiggled his eyebrows at me, which I find attractive. Weird. “Anyway, I can sense that something’s wrong with you. Maybe I can help you deal with it.” He said and gave me a serious look. Uh-oh. “What? You’re a psychiatrist now?” I joked around. I was planning not to tell him the whole “Zayn incident” but turns out I actually did spill EVERY.SINGLE.DETAIL. “That guy is a complete asshole.” Was all he said. I wasn’t really relying on him to comfort me, I don’t expect him to. I scoffed, “All guys are assholes.” I said and chugged another bottle. “Woah there, princess! You’re wrong with what you said.” Damon stated with a hurtful expression on his face. I gave him my best Do-I-Look-Like-I-Give-A-Shit look and he crossed his arms quite too proudly. “What’s your excuse, Damon? It’s true and proven.” I told him blankly. “Oh, please. I beg to differ, Av.” He started, “I may be a douche bag sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I’m a complete jerk.” He said. “Enlighten me, jerk boy.” I joked around and he took it lightly, which was good. Maybe he was really changing for good.

Just maybe.

I heard the song “Teenage Dream” playing and I smirked at Damon. “Let’s dance, bro!” I told him and he was confused. “Avery, you’re drunk. It’s not good for you to dance with all those perverted guys.” He said with concern. I whined like a 5 year old girl in front of him, remind me that I’m under the influence of alcohol tomorrow. “You’re such a party pooper!!!” I yelled at him and he sighed. “You’re drunk so there’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you dance there.” He said firmly and I gave him the finger. This is so not me. “I’m not dru-“ I threw up on the floor. Perfect. Just perfect. Please get me a one-way ride to any planet and leave me alone. This is just embarrassing and my drunken state isn’t helping the situation. I looked at Damon and he looked rather mortified, looking back and forth at me and his wet, gross shirt. Gosh, help me.

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Damon

This girl is nuts. Simple as that. She wants to dance with me, and then the next minute she was already throwing up. Not to mention that she actually threw up on my freaking shirt and it kinda smells gross and it feels icky. God, I sound like a girl now.

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