Burn

Chapter 1

The music in the club is so loud it makes the room thump. The party had more people coming in by the minute; the dance floor is swarmed with sweaty bodies dancing to the song Scream by Usher. I down my fifth shot of vodka, the liquid burning my throat. This club doesn’t do a very well job at checking I.D’s I think before pushing through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor and start dancing. I sway my hips side to side; the amount of alcohol flowing in my blood is making me brave. At the moment I don’t care that I’m going to wake up to a deadly hangover or what my parents would say to this kind of an inappropriate behavior from their only female offspring. The adrenaline of doing something exciting for once in my life is pushing over all my worries. My body is moving along to the music , I can feel my heart pounding against my chest and my breath quickening but I ignore it , I can feel eyes on  me which make me more confident about myself. I’m glad Zara chose today to drag my lazy ass out of bed and take me here.

          Zara is my best friend and has been since freshmen year at high school. I stop for a second and look around but I can’t spot a head of long shiny jet black hair in this large crowd. The song changes to a slower one and I don’t feel the need to dance anymore so I stumble my way back to the bar trying not to fall face first on the floor. Before I can order myself another shot of vodka I feel myself being dragged away from the bar to the back door. Through my blurred vision I notice the person is a girl in a curve hugging white dress that reaches mid thigh and jet black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Zara.

      “What are you doing?” I shout over the loud music in a harsh tone.

     “Making sure you don’t kill yourself with alcohol consumption” She replies in the same tone before coming to a halt. I take a hold of her shoulder so I don’t fall.

     “What are you talking about? I am perfectly fine”

    “Then why can’t you even stand on your own?” She asks in matter-of-factly gesturing towards my hand on her shoulder. I roll my eyes at her.

   “Come on, I’m taking you home” She says and grabs both her and mines purses and helps me put on my Burberry coat.

   We walk outside towards Zara’s Maserati in the parking lot. The cool wind in Providence, Rhode Island that’s hitting against my face makes me realize how drunk I actually am. A wave of nausea washes over me and I have a copper like taste in my mouth , My head is spinning which is affecting my vision and I’m a little unsteady on my feet when Zara lets go of arm to fish her car keys from her purse . I think of how many times had I told her to organize her purse but she always brushed it off calling me a neat freak. I sigh this is going to take some time.

 My head is resting on the window of the car as I gaze at the street lights that seem blurry as Zara’s maserati rushes past them. The car is silent and the only thing that can be heard is a song by Florence +The machine being faintly played through the speakers. We pass a tattoo parlor and I think of all the times I wanted a tattoo but was too scared to get one. It’s now or never Jac .

“Stop!” I yell and Zara hits the brake jolting both of us forward , various Cars honk their horns behind us thank god I buckled my seatbelt.

“The fuck! Are you crazy Jac ? We could’ve died!” She gasps, eyes wide, her hand on her chest breathing heavily.

“Sorry” I mumble.

“What is it that you want for that you could not have waited for just ten minutes” She’s exasperated.

“Can I get a tattoo?” I ask, looking up at her through my lashes and suddenly feel like an adolescent child asking my mother for another piece of candy. She gives me an “Are-you-kidding-me” kind of look.

“Are you out of your mind Jac?”She yells at me.

“No! Plus you have them” I say weakly in my defense.

“Yeah and I was completely sober when I got them” She scolds me. Normally it’s the other way around; it’s me scolding Zara for her childlike behavior.

“Just stop it okay! Stop acting like my mother, I already have one I don’t need another. I’m seventeen not god damned seven” I hiss. Her mouth drops open surprised at my outburst and brows crease. She sighs defeated and starts up the engine again before putting the gear in reverse.

“You sure about this?” Zara asks me as me and her in front of a small tattoo parlor, I am hesitant but too drunk to even care you only live once right? Although I found the saying very irritating I still go in, the bell on top of the door rings when we enter, the parlor is quite intimidating if I’m honest the walls are painted a dark green and a side of it is covered with posters of old rock bands . The lights are green making the shop look even darker and there’s a small billiard table in the corner. Its empty the only people in are 2 drunken under aged 17 year old high school students, one more drunk then the other. The only sound that being heard is the song Use somebody by the kings of Leon playing in the background.

I look at all the posters on the wall , There’s the Beatles , Pink Floyd , The rolling stones , Blondie , Metallica , ACDC and loads of other which I don’t really know , I’m not that fond of rock music but I have listened to half of them amazing music I tell you . I’m more of a hip-hop and R&B kind of girl you know more Beyonce less Blondie. The bell on the entrance door rings again, Zara turns around and before I can see who it is I trip by the lack of balance falling butt first on to the floor, Embarrassed , I glance up and see an attractive , young and hot as hell guy standing in front of me.

He’s tall, dressed in a simple black-t-shirt and black ripped jeans with curly brunette hair hidden by an orange beanie and intense emerald colored eyes, glaring at me.

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