Mastering the Art Form of Being Single

Chapter One: The Art Form of Clubbing

Chapter one: The Art Form of Clubbing


:::Avery's POV:::

It's a typical Friday night for normal people who like to go out to some nasty club to get piss ass drunk while dry humping a stranger on the dance floor. Personally I find it quite amusing observing people's behaviors while they are beyond intoxicated and inter mingling with the opposite sex.

I might add that it has never happened to me. It is like I am some invisible force field or the walking cock blocker or the kyrptonite to my own pussy....the list could go on and on.

Harsh but it is true. Guys just don't see me like that. I'm either there friend or they ignore me like the plague. There is no other way. I am not seen as a person to have a relationship.

That's why I am mastering the art form of being single.

Look it up its a art form....in my world at least. It takes a certain skill to be single. It can be by choice or you have no other option.

Guess which one I am???

I only wish this life style was by choice but unfortunately I am the latter.

Before I get to ahead of myself let me introduce myself, My name is Scarlette Avery Brooks-Quinn. But I go by Avery because I hate being named Scarlette and people laugh because my name matches my hair color. I am a proud natural fiery red head. Don't get me wrong I am proud to be a soulless ginger but Avery suits me better if that makes any sense. I just graduated from college in June and now I am working in a multi billion dollar company as an assistant to the CEO's son who just graduated from college. And I hate my job.

There now you know a little about myself besides me mastering the art form of being single.

Lets get back to this dreadful club. My friends decided that this would be so much fun going out and having a good time right.....wrong. This was the most stupid fucking idea they could come up with. I am not much of a clubbing type person. I am told I dance like Elaine from Seinfield. You know that Episode where Elaine danced like a mad woman on crack. Get the picture....I don't dance and they know that. My friends enjoy taking me out to clubs because they know I hate it. I know I have great friends.

The only part I like about this is that they are buying me my drinks. And Avery doesn't pass up on free drinks. And plus I am no light weight either so I will be having more than a few drinks.

You know how I repel the male population...isn't totally true. I have quite a few male friends that only think of me as a bro which I don't mind. But having quite a few male friends could fuel the fire to my non existent dating life.

The guys:

My best friend since freshmen year in high school is Toby. Toby is the typical play boy with killer blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He is a heart breaker and a panty dropper and I love him any ways.

My Papa Bear is Danny. Danny is like my over protective father who won't let nothing happen to me. Danny might look like he is so tough because he is a boxer but he is truly a softie.

'The bad boy' is Zane. Zane is a bad ass with leather jacket and a motorcycle. Killer looks, hot bod, Zane is the whole damn package and than some. He likes to listen to heavy metal and when I first met him I almost pissed my pants because he growled at me when I walked by. But behind that scariness is a funny wise ass guy who will always gots your back.

The dynamic duo, Skylar and Tyler the perverted yet annoying twins. The are mischievous and creepy at the same time. They are the ones to go to if you ever want to get someone on a hit list, just give them a call and they have connections we believe to have it happen.

The quiet yet sensitive one Mark. Mark is your typical sweetheart that is truly the good guy that every girl wants. Mark's our rock and we all would be lost with out him.

Now you met my boys, you might be wondering do I have any female friends and I would say yes but I only have two Rainey and Nala. Rainey is my hippie slut (that's what she calls herself) she takes 'make love not war' too seriously. Nala is my hood black girl of a friend who is to ghetto fab for her own good but I love her though.

The girls and the guys know that my pussy is it's own dungeon that no one wants to be in. So they take me to these places to try to get me to flirt or something but in the end it turns out terrible.

Right now I am at the bar sipping on some fruity shit that taste so god damn delicious that I am on like my fifth one. I am quite drunk right now and I couldn't be any happier till I heard that voice over this god awful beat. The voice that gives me night terrors and so on and so forth. I turned around in my seat to see if I was just imagining things but when i looked up and right in front of me was the voice and the face matched the voice. So clearly I wasn't hearing or imagining things.

With a shocked look on his face when he saw me could have mirrored my own. We both hate each other and we are perfectly content about it too.

Y'all must be dying to know who 'the voice' is and if you must know even though it isn't enjoyable his name is Trenton Wilks as in Wilks enterprise, a multi billion dollar company. And yes the place I work at but this gets sooooooo much better. That Trenton Wilks is the CEO's son who just graduated college and unfortunately is my boss and I am his ohhh so lovely assistant.

But what grinds my gears is that his voice once made me melt, made me weak in the knees. That British accent that would make your grandma cry out 'ohh hot damn'. That British accent that makes him the most eligible bachelor. That accent that have woman swooning over. Now do you have the picture of how sexy his voice is but should be was because now his voice only haunts me to tears.

Trenton's shocked expression turned into a playful grin. "Scarlette-"

I cut him off before he could say another thing. "It's Avery mother fucker! A-V-E-R-Y! Get. It. Got. It. Good. Now continue." I smiled triumphantly.

"Tsk tsk now Scarlette. I will call you by your real name hence it is your first name and Avery is your middle name." Giving me a cocky grin.

If I wasn't in a drunk state I would have returned with a cheeky reply but since I drank at least five of those oh so delicious fruity ass drinks. I just sat there laughing like a hyena on crack. I don't know why but intoxicated Avery thought this was golden.

Trenton just looked at me weird. "Avery are you drunk?"

With his question I stopped the laughing a looked back up at him and tried with my best straight face "no" but I blew it by giggling at the end.

Trenton looked down at the fruity ass drink in my hand. "And how many of those have you had?" Actually sounding concerned about my well being.

Nonchalantly "this right here is prolly my sixth one but these are sooo fucking delish."

He ran his hand through his hair sighing "clearly you are drunk and did you know that those are mainly alcohol with a little bit of juice?"

Instead of responding I just shook my head because honestly I had no clue.

"Did you come here with people?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Good do you know where they are?"

I shook my head no.

Trenton sighed again. "Shit I guess we should get you to them so they can take you home."

He placed the drink I had in my hands on the bar and lead me away from the bar to look for my friends. Trenton had his strong arm protectively around my waist and kept me close while we made it through the crowd.

And then in a blink of an eye I am ripped away from Trenton's grasps and then I heard a huge crack. Before I could see what happened a strong pair of arms lifted me over their shoulder and carried me outside the club.