Lying Cliche

Chapter 1 - Let's Go Clubbing

Hillary's POV

I love that odd feeling alcohol gives you. When everything is just a blurry mess and your body has a mind of its own. That numbing feeling you get after every disgusting sip.

"Let's dance Jazzy" I slurred to the girl beside me not even sure if she was my bestfriend. 

I kept dancing like the way I know I'll never dance without alcohol in my system. 

This week has been an ass. My new boss is a fucking pervert. My dad is getting married to a girl who I swear is barely half his age. The thought of having to call her "mom" makes me want to barf.

Mom

It's only been a year since the accident. The accident I know I  could have prevented. 

I silently blinked the tears that were threatening to escape. Not wanting to dance anymore, I stumbled to the bar.

"Another shot for the pretty lady?" The bartender asked. It sounded so rehearsed. I won't be surprised if I hear him saying that to the next girl to ask for a drink. Player.

"Yes. Give me your best this time." I studied the bartender once again. 

He looked like he was around my age. Maybe older but around my age nevertheless. 

"Here you go. One of our finest." He placed my drink over the counter with a wink. 

I did not even bother saying thanks. I drowned the shot in less than a second. 

I was blinking away the blurriness that was starting to consume my vision when I noticed another drink being placed infront of me. 

"My treat." I looked up to see a fucking adonis standing in front of me. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking but this man looked like he came out of a magazine or something. Fucking hell. 

"Keep 'em coming then." I winked. I don't know where the sudden surge of confidence was coming from but I leaned even closer and took a huge gulp of the drink. 

"My pleasure, babydoll." His voice sounded so smooth. I can talk to this man all day and night.

"Babydoll. I like that." I said as I leaned even closer practically tackling him. This is not me. This is not me.

Drinks after drinks came streaming in. I knew that this was not the Hillary I was raised to be but goddamn I knew I needed this. I needed an escape. 

I dragged the still unknown man to the dancefloor. I had this whole new wave of courage and started grinding into him. See, this is what alcohol had to offer. Courage.

I can see that he is enjoying it very much though. He tightly placed his arms around my hips and pulled me even closer after flashing me a smile that was to die for. 

"You're a pretty good dancer." He whispered leaning ever so closely into my ear. I felt every fucking hair my body jump. Nobody's ever been this close to me. Ever.

"You aren't that bad yourself." I whispered into his own. 

"So may I know your name, babydoll?" 

"Hale Brooks. You?" I don't know why but I didn't want to be Hillary tonight. I wanted to be someone I wanted to be. Not the fucked up Hillary. A whole new Hale.

"Arden. Arden Greene." He replied.

Arden's POV

"Mr. Greene, are you sure you want me to leave now?" My assistant tried to say seductively, unaware that she was failing - miserably. 

"Yes." I replied curtly. 

I released a long sigh. I needed a night out. I have been caved in my office for two nights straight now. I quickly hit up Bryce and told him to meet me at our usual club. 

This guy needs a little fun. 

"I spy with my hungry eyes a fucking angel." Bryce said with a whistle pointing to a girl in the middle of the club. 

Damn she was pretty. She looked like she was really tipsy though almost falling multiple times as she headed to the bar. 

She needs to be careful.  I thought as I took another sip from my drink. 

"Maybe I should tap that tonight." And Bryce is at it again my friends. 

"Take it easy man. She looks so young." It seems like she is only in here early 20s. Not that young but I knew Bryce. This girl seemed too pure for him. Almost like she was too precious. 

It did not take too long for Bryce to find another conquest. Soon enough he was gone with a random blonde that looked like he was ready to jump Bryce right there and then. Gross.

The whole night I could not take my eyes off the angel Bryce pointed a while ago. Men kept throwing themselves at her. Hungry stares followed here very move. 

Maybe it was the alcohol taking over but I had this sudden want to just come up to her to stop other men from looking. And so I did. I wanted this girl for myself tonight.

I slid another shot of some strong vodka in front of her.  

"My treat." She looked up to me. Damn, she is even prettier up close. I sound like a teenager. Get your shit together Arden.

I can't quite remember at what number of shots we stopped but I knew it was great. She was great. 

Hale. That's her name. It sounded oddly familiar but I pushed it on the back of my head. I wanted to enjoy what ever we were having. 

A great night with a great girl.