Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 3

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Ugg.. What the hell is that noise? I cover my ears with my pillow and snuggle deeper into my sheets.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzzz. Fuck.

I blindly reach out with my hands looking for me phone. After almost a minute I find it at the edge of my bed.

I bring it to my ear. "Hello?" I say grogily.

"Jasmine? Why are you sleeping? We're coming to pick you up in thirty minutes. You're not bailing, are you?" Angela says, her voice frantic.

My eyes pop wide open. Shit. I pull the phone away from my ear. It's 9:34 P.M. I must have fallen asleep when I got home from work.

"Sorry Angela. I'm not bailing. I must have fallen asleep. I've been at work since seven this morning."

"That's why I never work before ten. Anyway, hurry up and get ready Jas, you don't want to miss this club. It's going to be awesome. I've already pledged to drink until I pass out," she says proudly. "And so are you."

I roll my eyes. It won't take long until Angela is drunk. She's such a lightweight. "Whatever Angela, we both know it will probably take two shots to knock you out for the night." I look at the time agian. "I got to get ready."

"I am not a lightweight!" She tells me, but I can hear her boyfriend chuckling in the background. I laugh too. "No, I'm not." I hear muffled voices and a pause before she says, "Okay hurry, see you in a little bit." And she hangs up.

I throw off my sheets and run to the bathroom.

I put on a little extra mascara and lipgloss and hurriedly tease my naturally wavy hair in the back. I call it good since I'm running low on time. As I'm brushing my teeth, I go to my closet to pick out an outfit. I decide on a black laced dress that hits me mid thigh and three inch heels. I can't go any higher than that, I'm such a klutz in heels, especially when I'm drinking.

I'm grabbing a jacket out of my closet, when I hear knock knock knock at the door. Perfect timing.

Throwing open the door, Angela barges in with a beer already in her hand. She squeals and says, "Let's go Jas, time to get our party on," she says while attempting to dance.

I laugh quietly to myself. She's already drunk. I grab her hand. "Let's go!" I say with a smile.

We walk out of the apartment complex, and I see a cab parked on the side of the road with the engine still running. Meghan rolls down the cab window and whistles, "Damn Jasmine, you're looking hot!"

I roll my eyes. They must have all already pre-gamed. My thoughts are confirmed when I get in the cab and the smell of liquor hits my nostrils. Hunter is sitting in the front seat next to Angela. And I cram in the back with Christen and Meghan.

"Where is this place?" I ask them.

Hunter smiles. "Not to far from here, it's only about a couple miles."

"I heard the guys that come to this club are really hot and so is the owner," Christen gushes.

"Yeah, but he doesn't ever dance. He just watches." Meghan starts to pout.

"Ohh come on, he's not even that cute," Angela says looking at Hunter with a grin.

"That's right, baby," Hunter tells her as he kisses her on the lips, while Meghan makes mock gagging noises in the back.
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They were right, this club is amazing.

After Angela told the bouncer our names, he checked his list and waved us in. We open the door, and our instantly greeted with a booming base and flashing lights.

We decide to head over to the bar area first to get a couple of drinks. We each take a stool, and Hunter orders each of us two rounds of shots.

Hunter raises his glass and yells over the music, "To a fun night." We all cheer and down our shots; I can feel the the alcohol burn it's way down my throat. Hunter raises the second glass and tips it back, and the rest of us follow.

Hunter tells the bartender one more round. A couple minutes later, and we've all downed our fourth shot. Angela looks completely wasted and is leaning on Hunter for support. The rest of us aren't quite as drunk as Angela, but at this rate, I know I'm going to have a hangover in the morning.

"Let's go dance," Christen yells in my ear.

I nod at her and motion with my hand to Meghan, Angela, and Hunter that we're going to go dance. They all nod and make their way to the dance floor with us. Hunter and Angela immediately start going at it, while the rest of us look for a partner.

I'm swaying my hips to the beat, when a guy with longish brown hair and a cute smile yells in my ear, "Do you want to dance?"

I nod and he grabs my waist with both hands and pulls me to him, so we're chest to chest.

He starts to grind on me, and I follow his lead. We're a couple minutes into the song when he leans forward to talk into my ear, "What's your name?"

I lean forward and yell, "Jasmine. You?"

"It's Nicholas, but you can call me Nick."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shake my head, and he leans forward and starts necking me. His lips are warm and sloppy as he kisses me from the bottom of my ear down to my collar bone.

He leans back and says in my ear, "Then it's okay if I do that again?" He smiles. If I hadn't been drinking, I would have already moved onto a new a person, instead, I nod and lean up to kiss him; he takes the hint.

We've only been making out for a few seconds wgen he pulls back a little and his brown eyes go wide. "I-I got to go. It was nice dancing with you." He looks a little scared as he walks away from me.

What the hell?

I turn to head back to the bar when two strong hands wrap around my hips and pull me forcefully against them. There is no space between us as my back is pressed tightly against a strong and warm chest. My bottom is pushed into the person's pelvis and I can feel him against me. The guy expertly swivels his hips, and makes me move to the beat with his hands. I try and turn the around to see who it is, but he holds me tightly with his finger presses firmly on my hips. His head comes down and nestles between my neck. I can feel his hair tickle my face as he sucks roughly on the sensitive skin. I wince, but he eases the pain with a slow lick of his tounge. He then starts to kiss just under my earlobe, and I turn my head to give him more access.

He's an amazing kisser.

He removes his soft lips from my neck and goes back to just dancing. I crane my neck, and have to tell myself to breath when I see who it is.

"Jace?"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please comment and vote if you think I should keep writing. How do you think chapter three was? I will be updating again on Firday.