Addicted

Chapter 2: Best Friend

It has been weeks since I bumped into Adela. I  got no call or text so I decided to shoot her text around two weeks ago. She never responded to it so I called her a few days after. She didn't pick up or call back. I told her I worked at the "Her Bar" on the weekends but she hasn't made an appearance there either.

I felt like she lied about telling me what happened to her. At the same time I don't blame her, what I did to her in high school caused her to have serious trust issues. It was stupid of me to think she'd ever trust or even talk to me ever again.

I should stop thinking about her, thinking about her has never done me any good.

It was the weekend and I had the day off. I decided to text my best friend, Maria, and ask if she'd want to hang out.

Me: Hey Ria you free today? It's been a while so I thought we should meet up

She responded a few minutes later.

Maria: yeah let's hang out at the night club tonight.

Maria: Meet at 9:00 pm.

Maria: I got loads of shit to tell you dude. Can't wait to see you.

Me: sounds good. Cya hoe, can't wait either.

It was a habit of mine to call her hoe, even though she isn't really one. Though of course she is full of raunchy humour, like all friends generally are.

I was really excited for tonight. I was in my apartment getting ready. I put on a plain white t-shirt with a black leather jacket and dark jeans. I also did simple makeup; cat eyes with dark red lipstick and nothing else. I don't usually ever wear makeup, only if I'm going clubbing or to a special event or just feel like looking extra. Once I was finished with my makeup I made my way to the door of my apartment to put on my black leather boots and head out.

I had arrived to the night club on my motorcycle (completes the bad girl look, huh? Ironic, considering I'm such a goody goody). I parked my motorcycle near the front of the club. Before I headed to the entrance of the club, I texted Maria.

Me: Hey hoe are you here yet?

I waited about 5 mins for her response.

Maria: yeah I'm here. Go inside and you'll see me by the entrance.

Me: Oki

I walked into the club. As I did the security guard asked for ID. I gave him my ID, showing I was eighteen years old. He let me pass. 

Once I was officially in I saw Maria. She wore an a black elegant looking yet revealing dress that exposed her cleavage (yet to be honest she doesn't really have much cleavage) with really nice black high heels. Her sleek blonde hair was in curls, which made her look even more beautiful.
It was no surprise she was (most likely) flirting with some guy. She always attracted men as if she was a light and they where moths.

I walked up to Maria and the boy she was talking too and interrupted their conversation.

"Hey Maria. Who's your new fuckboy?" 
I said with a grin, to tease her.

"Jen! What the hell!" The look she gave me had a small flare of anger. The boy and I both laughed.

"Sorry. Jen likes to be a dick." She told the boy.

"Nah it's fine. I'll let you and your friend catch up. I'll give you a call later" he responded with a smile.

" okay. Talk to you later Tyler!" She said with a higher tone then her normal voice.

"Tyler. What a fuckboy name." I said to her once he walked off.

"He isn't a fuckboy. At least hasn't shown any symptoms yet."

I rolled my eyes with a small smile.

"Anyway girl lets go have fun." She said with excitement.

We spent the last two hours dancing, having a couple drinks and talking about Maria's problems. Most of what she talked about was her love life and family issues. She goes through a lot with her family. Her father is a controlling sexist asshole, her brother is a useless fatass and her mother is still living with her asshole of a husband. I've always felt really bad for her, which is the reason why Im letting her move in with me and charging no rent until she can live fully Independently.  I'm always thankful I have such great parents and feel bad sometimes that I take them for granted.

After a while of Maria chatting time away, I began to crave a smoke from a cigarette.