Marks

Chapter 1

Megan really messed up stuff today. She had me all dressed up just to bale on me. My hair was styled in the classic messy bun and I was wearing a white fitted dress. I slip off my shoes and sit on my bed sending Megan one more angry text. I sigh and lay back in bed trying to think about what I was going to do now. Having plans and then getting them canceled the day of really sucks and I got all dress up. Usually I'd go out in some legging or joggers but I'm dressed up.

I sat up quickly when something popped up in my head. Why waste a perfectly dressed girl in a room when I could go out to the nearest club. Thanks to Megan, now ex, boyfriend I got a fake ID. I say a little prayer as I swing my legs out my window and get ready to jump. I reach backwards to grab my shoes and throw them out the window then grab my phone on my night stand. Taking a deep breathe I hop off the edge of my window onto the cold soft grass. Seeing as my room was on the second floor I stumbled a little after hitting the ground but I shake it off and put on my shoes. I was glad that I hadn't yet canceled my uber driver seeing as the car was just pulling up to my house. Getting in the driver drives off with low music playing.

"So were where you trying to go again?" His head was tilted up in his eyes looking at me through the mirror. His eyes a dusty brown and he had a matted beard that came down his chin. His skin was oily and cream but it wasn't bad looking. His lips chapped but he licked them as he continues to look at me. I frown look at how he look so tired and drained, telling me that maybe he has had a very long day. "Miss did you hear me?"

I mentally shake my head and clear my throat. "U-Um I was going to 'Neon Bars'." He give me a hard stare and I try not to sink in my seat. He says nothing and finally pulls off. A quiet sigh leave my lips as I stare out the window. I really don't know what I'm doing but I do know that I'm going to have fun.

The uber comes to a stop and the man turns to me. I each to the side of me to grab my purse but mentally slap myself. I had forgot it on the bed. I shyly look at the man and he frowns.

"Um I think I left my purse back at home," I do a kind smile and he doesn't even change his expression. It was blank as he gave me yet another hard stare. It made me want to shrink down in the seat so I wouldn't be to close.

"Look I've had a long day already and I really don't have time to drive all the way back to your place to get it. So just for today, since I'm tired and your the last customer, I wont charge you. Just get out so that I can go home." I was grateful but upset that he spoke so rudely to me. I open the door quickly though saying a quiet 'thank you' as I slam the door close.

I breath in the crisp night breeze and head to the line of the club. Luckily I had put my ID in my phone or else I would have been screwed. The line moved quickly and I was glad because I hated standing for to long. The man at the door was tall and big. His eyes being shield away with the thin black glasses and his arms crossed. He holds out his hand and I nervously hand him my ID. He looks at the ID then at me and I began to sweat. I rub my fingers together as they sweat to try not to show my nervousness. I loud sigh left my lips as he hands me back the ID and I hurry inside.

Music was blasting and people sway back and fourth on each other. Grinding, bumping, humping, kissing, and making out was everywhere. There was only a few people chatting, if any. I quickly go past the dancing bodies to the bar and luckily there was a vacant seat that I could slip in. I tap the bar stand and a guy with brown hair walks over as he cleans a glass. "Yes love?" He had a thick accent that sent a chill down my spine. I feel my hands get sweaty again so I rub my fingers together once more.

"U-Um can I get a virgin margarita?" He smiles and walk away to fix my drink. I tap the tips of my fingers on the bar to the beat of the music and nod my head. The song was pretty catchy even though I didn't know it. The bartender came back with my drink and I thank him.