Keeper (bajancanadian) editing/re-writing

eleven

Because I needed to introduce a few more characters, and, because I can.

Plus, Sophie made me rush and I'm tired so have fun with this horrid chapter.

You're welcome.

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The girls decided that it would be a great idea to go clubbing. Since they don't know I didn't say anything, but Em gave me a sidelong glance.

Now we're on the way to the same club we went to last time, and apparently Scarlette knows the bouncer as well and can get us in. I park and all 10 of us get out of the car, and I can hear heels clicking like a stampede of wild horses.

All of the girls walk in front of me as I lag behind, but Emily comes back for me, grimacing. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"I'll be fine," I frown,shaking my head as we get let into the club. "I don't want to ruin the fun."

"Yeah, I guess. You still don't want me to say anything?" She yells, straining her voice against the loud, thumping music.

I sigh, thinking about Mitch again. "Positive."

"Alright," She shrugs, grabbing my wrist so she doesn't lose me in the crowd. "Let's just have some fun, alright? Girls night out, remember."

She fist bumps me before getting on the dance floor, and I run a hand through my hair anxiously. I've avoided Mitch for this long, I hope I can avoid him for as much time as I need to figure all of this out.

The flashing strobe lights and the smoke machine near the dance floor annoy me, so I decide to go sit at the bar by myself. The dance floor isn't really my scene; I mean, what's cool about being in a violent, nasty mosh pit full of horny pervs and skanks anyway?

My phone suddenly lights up in my bra and I take it out without even looking at who the text's from, just opening it immediately.

What's going on, Bri? You've been avoiding me all day. -Mitch

My heart rips itself in two terrible pieces, and tears prick at my eyes. I can't face this.

I bite my lip, willing myself not to cry; I begin typing a reply.

I don't know anymore. -Bri

I debate whether or not to send it, staring down at the screen and chewing on my lip. I hit the send button with my thumb, shrugging. Oh, well.

Not very much later, I receive another text.

Did I do something wrong? -Mitch

I shut my eyes warily, knowing I'm treading on dangerous ground. He and I are on uneasy terms.

No -Bri

Immediately, my phone lights up again.

Then what's wrong? Can we at least talk about this face to face? -Mitch

Maybe when I get home. -Bri

Alright. I love you. -Mitch

My heart flutters, but my stomach drops. It's too early, I think, shut up you dipshit it's just the friend way remember what we talked about.

While in the midst of arguing with myself, Cassy comes up to me. "Bri what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You've been sitting there for the past 5 minutes staring."

"Oh,"

"Come on girl! It's girls night out! Have some fun!"

I sigh. "That depends what your idea of fun is."

"Everything." She whispers, and we both burst out laughing. "Now come on! Let's get our fun on."

***

"And we danced all night to the best song ever!" Kay screeches, singing along to the radio.

Scarlette joins in, giggling uncontrollably. "We knew every line!"

"Now I can't remember!" Emily yells at the top of her lungs.

"How it goes but I know that I won't forget her!" Baylee, one of our new friends who lives with her boyfriend, Jordan or better known as Captain Sparklez, here in LA, screams.

"Cause we danced all night to the best song ever!" Cassy, Kiersten, Kerry, Bailey and Andrea sing at the same time, their drunken voices mixing together in something that sounded more like a cat dying than singing.

Me being the only sober one, I'm driving while trying to tune out their shenanigans. Running a hand through my hair as I drive, I finally pull into our driveway and pull the keys out of the ignition. "Come get your girlfriends!" I yell loud enough so I know the guys can hear me inside, and soon all the guys are outside and looking for a girl or two.

I lean against the car while most everyone is inside, and out of the corner of my eye, I see someone.

"Can we talk now?"