The Strange One ↠ Z.M

Chapter 1

"Three...two...one!" My friend, Elena shouted as my friends and I downed another shot. It was probably the fourth of the night.

My friends and I somehow got into one of the most popular clubs in the city. At first I was afraid we weren't going to get in but next thing I knew we were having drinks at the bar.

My three friends left Elena and I to go dance. We stayed back, leaning against the bar trying to map out the hotties. So far having no luck whatsoever.

"What about him?" I pointed to a boy with dark curly hair, he looked familiar but I couldn't put a name to his face.

Elena scoffed at me, "that's Harry Styles from school, there's no way I'm going near that"

I chuckled and ordered another drink. Just wanting to get plastered so I have an excuse to stay in bed all day tomorrow. But knowing my parents, they'll still drag me out to do stuff.

"Violet," Elena shook my arm, "that boy over there is looking at you" she pointed to a boy down the bar.

I turned and looked at where she was pointing, again I recognized the boy. But I couldn't put a name to his face. He had a dark brown hair that matched most perfectly with his dark brown eyes. His stubble was a definite turn on, it made him look older than he actually was. I swear I've seen him before.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "he looks familiar" I confessed to Elena, I probably sounded insane.

She pushed me towards him slightly, "you should talk to him"

"No!" I squealed, grabbing my new drink. "He's hot and I'm not"

Elena rolled her eyes, "he's looking at you for a reason! Plus, Violet, you're smoking. Just go talk to him"

I obliged and slowly wobbling over to the boy. I noticed as I made my way over that he was wearing a dark leather jacket, he looked hot in it. I kept drinking my drink, hoping it would be drunk enough, or look drunk enough, that whatever I will say to him he will understand.

I sat in the bar stool next to him, crossing my legs. "I saw you looking at me, why?" I slurred. Wishing that's not what I should've said.

"Maybe I just thought you were a beauty to look at" he smirked. His voice was lovely.

I could feel a blush fall onto my face, "I like your jacket" I started playing with the zipper.

"I like your dress"

"Why? Because it makes me look like a slut?"

"Sluts wish they looked like you"

For some odd reason I took that as a compliment. I smiled and moved closer to him, feeling more comfortable. Maybe it was because of how drunk I was but maybe it was because, for some silly reason, I was meant to talk to him tonight. He was mysterious and I was drawn to him.

"I think your friend is calling you, Violet" he pointed to my friend, Marie. Who was helping a drunk Elena walk.

I laughed and turned back to him, "how do you know my-" the mysterious boy was gone.

I thought I was just too drunk to remember him walking away. I shrugged it off and headed over to my friends. Anna ran over to us from the dance floor.

"Do we have to leave now?!" She complained. I saw Harry lingering behind her.

Marie nodded frantically, "Elena's mom found out she wasn't at my house. The plan didn't work"

Anna gave the three of us a dirty look, even though Elena was too wasted to know. I agreed with Marie.

"We need to go Anna, if our parents find out we're going to be dead" I stated.

Anna rolled her eyes, following us out of the clubs small building. I flagged down a taxi and my friends and I all climbed in.

The whole ride home all I could think about was the boy I had met. His face, his eyes, his smile. It was all burned into my memory. I just wish I could've known his name.