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Chapter 25 - clubbing

Julie's POV
*still Friday*


"I'm not going to a night club." Jess refuses.

"Please! We're both old enough to get in!" I persuade.

"How old do you have to be?" she asks.

"Seventeen."

(I'm aware that you actually have to be eighteen to get into a club, and Julie is only seventeen but I planned on this chapter a while ago and just realized her age messes up my plans for this chapter, but just go with it. It'll make sense when you keep reading ;) lol)

"I don't know... A lot could go wrong, and we're in a foreign country." she complains.

"We'll be fine." I say and she rolls her eyes.

***

"Help me zip up my dress!" Jess calls.

I walk into her room and examine the slim & sparkly purple dress she has on.

"Where did you get that?" I ask, gaping at her beautiful dress.

"I came prepared. I knew you'd want to go to some kind of party or club since your dad would never let you, in America." she teases and we both laugh.

"Thanks." she says after I zip up her dress. She goes to the bathroom in her bedroom and I follow. I bring in my makeup and we both apply our makeup in her bathroom.

My makeup is darker than usual but still suits me. Jess' makeup is natural but has a cat-eye effect with her black eyeliner, making the makeup appear more dramatic.

"What about hair?" I ask.

"I brought my curling wand!" Jess exclaims, running out of the bathroom and coming back within 30 seconds with her curler.

"You do always come prepared." I tease, nudging her shoulder and she smirks at me.

I waterfall-braid my hair all the way around my head. Jess curls the remainder of my hair into tight curls. I move my fingers through the curls to feel the still warm temperature of my blonde hair. As my fingers reach the end of my hair the curls bounce out my hands and I smile into the mirror. For the first time in what feels like forever, I'm actually smiling. A real genuine smile.

I've always loved curls. My mother use to curl my hair and I loved it. My hair has always been naturally straight, but ever since my mom died, I've loved curly hair. I've realized that things I love most in life are because of memories I have of my mother.

I braide Jess' hair and she curls it herself. I walk back to my room and put my makeup away. I walk to the tall mirror and examine my appearance. My black dress sticks to my curves. My silver 'hoop' earrings are mostly covered by my curled hair but still make my eyes stand out. My makeup is almost to perfection and I smile to myself. I walk away from the mirror and look in my bag for a pair of shoes. I pull out a pair of black flats and pull them onto my feet. I check myself in the mirror one more time before grabbing my bag and exiting my room, meeting Jess by the front door of our hotel.

***

We both hop out of the rental car and walk through the packed parking lot. We walk into the short line to get into the club. We walk straight up to the large bald man with tattoos covering his arms once we are next in line.

"Let me see some ID." he says.

"Uhm." I hesitate.

"Age?" the man asks.

"Seventeen." I say.

"Sorry, you have to be eighteen." the large man says.

"But your website said-"

"Doesn't matter what the website said. I'm telling you now that you have to be eighteen." the man cuts me off, getting more annoyed.

"They're with me." someone from behind me says.

Jess and I both snap our attention away from the tattooed man, to the person behind us.

A man I've never met before, dark brown hair, tall, noticeable cheek bones, defined jaw-line, chlorine eyes, leather jacket.

The man walks past Jess and I, handing the bald man his ID. The bald man nods and the stranger grabs Jess and I's hands, pulling us into the club with him.

"Uhm, thank you." I say to the random man.

"Yeah, forget about it. You guys are American?" he asks and Jess and I both nod hesitantly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll buy you guys drinks." he says and leads us to the bar. Jess and I hesitate but eventually follow him towards the bar. The loud music is kind of catchy but the repetitive beat is getting annoying. "What would you like?" the man asks snapping me out of my thoughts of the music.

"Uhm, I don't know what's good." I shrug.

The man begins talking to the bartender. I stare at the man, his eyes dig into mine and I force myself to look away. "What are your names?" he asks.

"I'm Julie." I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel right now.

"I'm Jess." Jess says without a problem. She's the one who was freaking out about all the bad things that could happen and I was the one who didn't care. Jess and I definitely switched roles and that scares me even more.

"Very nice names. I'm Mitch." the man says.

(I picture Mitch as Ian Somerhalder)

"Here you go." the bartender says, handing the two tropical looking drinks to Mitch. Mitch takes them and turns around to hand them to us, I grab mine and take a sip. Mitch watches me closely to see my reaction. The fruity taste is pleasing until it moves down my throat. The fruity taste transforms into a bitter flavor that burns my throat. I force it down my throat with a large gulp. I find the drink addicting, though I hate it. I take another sip and find pleasure through the burning that throbs my throat, making me want more.

"Like it?" Mitch asks and I nod. "What are you waiting for?" Mitch asks Jess. Jess shrugs and takes a sip from the drink and scrunches her face. This is a habit she has whenever she doesn't like something and it always makes me laugh.

"It get's better." I say, convincing her to take another sip.

***

I feel myself get loopy after my forth drink. I didn't intend on drinking so much but Mitch kept handing me more and I couldn't resist.

"You feeling okay?" Mitch asks and I nod. I sit on the stool next to him and hold his shoulders to prevent myself from falling off the chair. Mitch chuckles against my neck and I realize how close I am to him. His laugh is really a beautiful sound that catches me off guard. I take my head off of Mitch's shoulder and scan the area to find Jess. "She went to the bathroom." Mitch answers my thoughts. I nod my head and rest my head on the bar's cold counter top.

"Excuse me, miss?" someone taps my shoulder. I sit up to see a man that looks to be about twenty years old staring down at me. My vision blurs from sitting up too quickly but clears within a few seconds. "Would you like to dance?" he asks. I nod my head before thinking. That's what alcohol seems to do, makes me do things without thinking.

The boy takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor where other couples are dancing on each other. I take this time to examine the features of the man leading me on the dance floor. His blond hair is short, his arms are toned, his jaw-line defined by what I can tell by only seeing the side profile of his face. His pants are tight, along with his white shirt. He turns around to face me and his eyes are a gorgeous color of blue. His eyes remind me of Niall but I force myself to think about the gorgeous boy in front of me instead.

I smile at him and he smiles back. His teeth are perfectly straight, and a beautiful color of white. He catches me staring at his lips and smirks at me. A giggle slips from my lips and I cover my mouth as I continue to laugh. The alcohol is doing this to me; it's just a drink, why is it making my feel this way? If I were sober I would understand that alcohol has this effect, but being in my drunken state, I don't understand how or why the alcohol is effecting me.

"My name is Sam." the man says.

(I picture Sam as Jake Abel)

"My best friend's name is Sammy." I say and giggle.

"Well, I like her name." he smirks. He begins to chuckle and it's a nice sound. He pulls me closer to him and my head rests on his toned pecks.

Peck, that's a weird word..... I laugh as I continue to say the word 'peck' in my head.

"What's so funny?" Sam asks.

"Peck is a funny word." I say and giggle.

"Peck...as in?" Sam says into my ear.

"Like your pecks." I say bringing my hand to his chest. My fingers trace across his muscles and he presses me closer to him. I rest my head against his chest and he vibrates against my ear as he chuckles. "What's so funny?" I ask.

"You're cute." he simply replies. His head dips down and I can't tell if he's getting closer to me. I feel something on my lips. Sam's lips pull on mine and I find myself kissing back.

What am I doing? Do I like this? What's gonna happen next? This should probably stop before it get's out of hand.
These are all questions that run through my mind but my drunken self ignores them.

Something wet glides across my teeth and pries my mouth to part. It swirls around my mouth and presses against my tongue. I sigh as the slight pleasure I find in this weird experience.

What is in my mouth? Why is it wet?

Realization hits me when I open my eyes for a slip second to see Sam attached to me.

How did I forget so fast?

I close my eyes and continue to kiss back. I don't know why, but it seems like the only thing to do. Our tongues fight and press against each other, making me more excited. Sam's tongue flicks around my mouth and a moan exits my throat. Sam smiles, breaking the kiss.

"Let's go somewhere more appropriate." he whispers into my ear and I nod. I feel something on my hand. I look down but my blurry visions blinds me from seeing the thing wrapped around me. My arm yanks from in front of me, pulling me forward. I look ahead to see Sam's tall figure pulling me forward. I look around and see Mitch.

"Hey Mitch!" I scream and giggle. Mitch's head turns towards me, his eyes meet mine and look soft but as he sees me and Sam go for the exit he glares. He rushes past the large crowd between us. His speed fastens as Sam and I finally reach the door. Sam looks back at Mitch and walks faster. I hold onto Sam's arm, in fear of what Mitch might do.

"Where do you think you're taking her?" Mitch yells towards us as Sam walks quickly through the parking lot.

"We're going somewhere more appropriate!" someone says and I realize it's me. I'm shocked by myself for saying those words, but it's my drunkenness talking.

"Hush!" Sam snaps at me and I cowardly shut up.

"You aren't taking her anywhere." Mitch yells as he catches up to us.

"Leave us alone!" I yell to Mitch.

"No, you don't understand, you're drunk." Mitch says to me and I'm offended. Mitch grabs Sam by the neck and I gasp. I let go of Sam's hand and take a few steps backwards. My vision blurs and then clears regularly. The sounds of Mitch yelling at Sam are muffled and I can't hear anything. My eye site clears and the image in front of me scares me. Mitch's fist connects with Sam's face as Sam spits out blood.

"Don't hurt him!" I say and feel my cheeks getting wet.

"Babe, it's okay." Sam says and I'm confused.

"Don't call her babe!" Mitch yells and connects his fist to Sam's stomache.

I gasp and take a few more steps back. Sam grabs Mitch's arms to prevent Mitch from hitting him.

"You can't hurt her, I won't let you." Mitch snaps.

"Who said I was gonna hurt her?" Sam smirks.

"I know what you were planning to do. And that's sick. How dare you take advantage of her like that." Mitch spats.

"Take advantage? She threw herself at me." Sam snaps.

"I don't know if you noticed, but she's drunk. Really, really drunk." Mitch yells and yanks his arms out of Sam's grip. "Leave her alone, and I suggest you leave before I call the cops." Mitch threatens and walks towards me. I take a hesitant step away from him. "You have to trust me, not him." Mitch whispers. I look back to see Sam walking in between cars moving farther away.

"But I love him." I whisper and more tears fall from my blurry eyes.

"You're drunk. Let's find Jess and then we'll leave." Mitch says.

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[A/N]:


ahhhh I love this chapter... idek why.


Julie is funny when she's drunk.

jus' sayin' ;)


I ALREADY WROTE THE NEXT CHAPTER AND IT'S GONNA BE SO GOOD OMG.



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