Nothing But Trouble

Chapter 9: Clubbing

Aaron's P.O.V:

  Two weeks.

Fourteen days had passed since the whole 'spiked drinks' incident.

Things were relatively normal. As normal as things could be in my life.

Mike was still suspicious of me, but was overall grateful that I had helped him.

Jaime seemed careless, like the whole situation didn't bother him one bit.

Tony was still quiet, but spoke to me when it seemed right.

And Vic. He was acting differently.

I sensed he had some kind of feeling, about what I didn't know.

But he was kind to me nonetheless.

And as for me. I was still quiet and observative.

I made sure to check everything every time we left and returned to the bus.

Right now, I had just closed the cabinet after inspecting it. The guys were all quickly getting ready to: 'hit some clubs'.

And as for me, I was also going.

"Aaron? Aren't you gonna dress up?", Jaimes voice came from behind me.

I turned around and studied him.

He was wearing dark jeans and a black v neck. Casual, yet fitting. I looked down at his shoes and refrained from rolling my eyes when I noticed the red Vans on his feet.

He always wore those. No matter how fancy the occasion, those red Vans were always on his feet.

I kept my face neutral and made eye contact with him.

"No", I replied, bluntly.

"Didn't you bring any dresses or something? Come on, have some fun! Live a little", he cheered.

"I've lived enough", I muttered.

Jaime rose an eyebrow at me confusedly but I simply shook my head, dismissing it.

"Come on", he pouted pleadingly.

"You don't want to stick out. Then you'll feel left out", he pressed.

He was right. For once.

I mean, it would be suspicious if I entered a club where everyone was dressed up and I was simply in my usual dark clothes.

I'd stick out like a sore thumb and most likely attract attention, which is unwanted.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Alright. Give me five minutes", I grumbled.

Jaime squealed like a little girl on a sugar rush, which I simply rose an eyebrow at him in response.

He cleared his throat and gave me a grin instead.

I went towards my bunk and pulled out a black cocktail dress. It went about three inches above the top of my knees.

The straps were lightly laced and so was most of the back part, exposing my pale skin.

I grumbled to myself as I slipped on the damned dress and pulled the front part up, so my chest wasn't so revealed.

I simply wet my hair, letting it naturally wave and putting some random wave tamer on it.

Then, in the span of three minutes, I perfected my winged eyeliner, applied some foundation and some clear lip gloss onto my lips.