My Side Of The Story

The party

By 7pm, the club was overflowing with energy filled adolescents. There was an overpowering scent of alcohol mixed with a plethora of misty aftershave. We looked around, and our eyes instantly landed on a bunch of hot guys talking to the barman.
"Score! " gleamed Renae.
"You know it," I replied with a wink.
Play it cool, May. This could be the night you find your Mr. Perfect
The haphazard created by the blinding strobe lights and overpowering, loud music was forgotten. All I could hear is the blood rushing to my ears and my pounding heartbeat. The adrenaline rush was real- I couldn't mess this up.

Renae didn't aim to be subtle. She instantly made her advance, grabbed a random supermodel- like guy by the collar, and smacked her lips against his. He was bedazzled by her confidence, and soon he was covered with red blotches in her shade of lipstick.
The rest of them wolf whistled and laughed heartily.
"See you, chika! " Renae hollered as she dragged the guy away as they're incredibly long PDA session subsided.

"Okay then...," I said, twirling my fingers around and standing there awkwardly. The guys started snickering and looking at me like I was a piece of meat, licking their lips and fixing their eyes on my tight, red dress that obviously enhanced my curves.
"Hey girlll," one of them slurred as he messily flopped off the swiveling bar chair and drunkenly walked towards me.
"Um.. I'm...er-" I stuttered as I sensed danger.
"Shh, pretty baby, " he said, as he laid one of his fingers on my plush lips.
I stealthily shoved his hand away and took a step back.
I have to get out of here.