Unexpected

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Miley's POV

After Justin left, I just laid in my bed and replayed what happened over and over again in my head.

"I just know that you're all I can think about."

We just met. He wasn't for me and I wasn't for him, at least that's what I thought. It wouldn't usually be a big deal, but there was something about Justin. In all honesty, I couldn't stop thinking about him either. Everything about him was so...perfect. He was honestly perfect. I shook my head trying to rid my thoughts and looked at the clock. It was eight-thirty and I was at home on a Friday night...by myself...doing nothing. I sighed a dragged myself off of my bed and walked over to my dresser and raided it. I managed to find a plain black crop top, a bra, light wash jean high waisted shorts, and a pair of socks. I stripped off my shirt and clipped on my bra and put my crop top on. I pulled on my shorts and covered my bare feet with my socks then I walked over to my vanity.

I sat down on the stool across from my vanity and looked at my reflection. My face was free of makeup and my hair was in need of brushing. I reached my hand to a little drawer on the right of the vanity, and pulled it out. I looked in it, grabbing a hair brush and brushing all of the tangles out of my hair. Once I had tangle free hair, I applied a nude but darker eyeshadow that was laying in the middle of my vanity. After I put on my eyeshadow, I grabbed a black liquid eyeliner and put it on the top of my eyelids giving it a wing at the end. Lastly, I brushed my eyelashes with about five different mascaras so my eyelashes looked longer and fuller. I studied my facial area and felt satisfied.

I walked over to a corner across from my bed and grabbed a pair of black combat boots. I plopped down on the floor and pulled them on my feet and adjusted them. Once my shoes were on, I pushed myself on the floor and walked over to my closet. I picked out a black leather jacket and put it on. I got my phone and car keys then walked down the hall and stairs. I opened the main door and walked outside. After pulling it shut, I locked it then walked to my car. I pulled the car door open then pulled it shut. I put the keys in the ignition and gave it a turn, causing the car to turn on. I pulled out my phone and opened up my messages with my mom. I texted her,"going out, see u tomorrow." I put my phone back in my pocket then backed out of my driveway and started driving to the club.

After about thirty minutes, I parked in a parking lot across from a building with a long line of people. I didn't feel like waiting for a long time in line, but the night was just starting and I didn't want to be at the end of the line. I turned off my car, got out, then made my way to the long line. I stood there with my arms crossed and observed the people in front of me. The girls all wore tight, exposing clothing and had their faces caked with makeup. I rolled my eyes and looked at the ground, waiting for the line to move. I looked up and over at the street and watched the cars pass by. A limo pulled up to the side of the street blocking my view of the cars I was just watching. First, a tall guy with short blonde hair walked out. He had jeans on and a white, button up shirt with a collar. Behind him walked out two girls. One girl was tall and had short, straight, brown hair. She had on a tight blue dress, exposing her cleavage and rising up to her upper thigh. She had tall white heels on, adding onto her height. The other girl was shorter, and had curly, flaming red hair that obviously was dyed. She also had shorts on that were as short as the other girls dress, and a tight shirt exposing her stomach and cleavage. They both followed the man as the walked to the line of people.

"Listen up!" The guy yelled, causing the others waiting outside to hush. "We're picking a couple of people to take inside with us to hang out." He informed us. "Who's in?" Everyone rose their hand, including myself. I didn't want to wait any longer than I have and I needed someone to hang out with. They each split up picking people to come. The guy came up to me and observed me, looking up and down. "Name?" He asked.