I brought my third cigarette to my lips, eyeing the dancing crowd at the middle of the club from my seat as they jumped and moved to the beat of the music that blasted off the big stereos. I, on the other hand, sat alone on one of the many stools by the bar counter.
The place was filled with music and lights that seemed to make your heart thump like it was trying to escape from your body.
I felt my phone vibrate from inside my pocket and I let out a stifled groan.
I pushed the lighted end of the cigarette to the countertop and left it there before making my way out into the parking lot of the club.
"Yes?" I said as I answered the call.
"Erin," my best friend, Andrea, sighed. "I've thought about my life and I have a plan. I need your help tomorrow, it's kind of important."
I frowned. "What's this about, exactly?"
"I just need you to drive me somewhere tomorrow, please? I'll explain everything on our way."
"Fine," I rolled my eyes. Of course I'd help her with anything, even if it were an illegal act. I love Andrea, she's been like the sister I've never had to me and we've gone through everything together since our elementary years.
"Oh God, yes!" She exclaimed. "I knew I could count on you, Erin. I have to go now though, mom's waiting. See you tomorrow, love you!"
She said everything too quickly, I was too slow to answer. Before I knew it, she ended the call. Wow.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket and started to walk back towards where my car was parked when a voice came up from behind which made me stop.
"Leaving so soon, Erin?"
The voice belonged to Malcolm, one of my closest friends since high school. He's one of the people that has given a big contribution to the kind of characterr I am now.
Why? Because this guy taught me how to play better than most of the guys at the well-known game that caused so many broken hearts.
He smirked at me as he tossed my bag towards me, which I caught mid-air. "You almost forgot that."
"Thanks," I imitated his smirk as a girl staggered from behind him to join us, she was obviously drunk and it was still too early in the evening. The girl clung to his torso and glared at me.
"This is, uhm, Selena," Malcolm gave me a sheepish smile and laughed.
I smiled at the girl then at Malcolm. "Yeah, good luck with that."
Though it seemed like I was telling that to the girl than to Malcolm because for sure, by tomorrow, that girl would be out of my friend's life.
