Little Miss Bitch | ✓

Chapter Thirty

Danielle's P.O.V

"I can already see how amazing this night is going to be!" My mom says as she shuts the car off, making me sigh in annoyance. Everyone is dressed up and it's all because of my damn birthday.

"And I can already see how many times I'm going to fall in these heels." Andrea comments, taking off her seat belt. Grinning at Andrea's comment, I raise my hand to high-five her.

"Now that's something I can agree with." I say as Andrea slaps her hand into mine. With my mom rolling her eyes, Cole and I get out of the car, the warm breeze running past my body.

The restaurant looks a little too fancy for my liking if I say so myself. I mean, I don't have anything against fancy places but I just find it weird that my mom would take us to this place. I would've expected my future husband, if I get one, to take me here where he would propose to me.

"Now, since we are all responsible adults-" My mom makes sure to glance at me, sending me her most serious glare before continuing. "-we are going to have a good time tonight. Even with a few drinks in our system." My mom says and my eyes light up in excitement. When my mom notices this, she let's out a laugh.

"If you're planning on drinking, you're buying your own alcohol." My mom says, making me groan.

"But I didn't bring any money-" The feeling of Cole's hand brushing against mine makes me stop to look at him. When he leans closer to my ear, I notice the slight grin on his face.

"Don't worry. I took my mom's credit card from her bag when she was singing Justin Bieber." Cole explains, making my own grin appear on my face. When I glance over at Andrea and my mom, they both return the grin, not even knowing what I'm grinning about.

Time to get hammered.

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"Spaghetti. Spaghetti. Spaghetti." I mutter, rolling my eyes as I place the menu down in front of me. "We are here at an expensive restaurant and you're telling me that they only have spaghetti?" I complain, leaning back in my chair as I begin to glare at my mom.

I hear Andrea laugh, making me look over at her. "Maybe because you're looking at the classics." Andrea says, earning the whole table to laugh loudly. Realising my mistake as I pick up the menu again, I grit my teeth together and glare at the stupid menu.

"Whatever. I'm getting a drink." I say, standing up from my chair and walking over to the bar that is on the other side of the restaurant.

"Same here." Cole says as he rises from his chair too. When we begin to walk over to the bar, I look down at my dress and mentally groan. Finally eighteen and I'm already dressing like I'm planning to sell myself on the corner. Unbelievable.

When Cole and I finally reach the bar, I take a seat on the stool, watching as the bartender walks over to us. "Hey," I begin, sending him a small, frustrated smile. "Can I get a shot of vodka or something?" I ask and the bartender furrows his eyebrows.

"Uh, vodka?"

"Yeah. You know, like, that clear liquid that burns your throat when you drink it? Vodka?" I ask and the bartender scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

"We don't, uh, sell vodka here. Only wine." The bartender says, making both Cole and I stare at the guy, dumbfounded.

"You don't sell-" I get cut off by Cole's voice.