Seasons of Love || Richard Camacho

8

March 25th

When you're with a group of people, you're less approachable. I never believed it, but it's true. Lots of attractive guys. Lots of them looking at me. None of them has come up to me yet. Damnit. And I don't feel like walking up to someone, 'cause I know Kat is going to judge me if I do. So if tonight is not about going home with someone or flirting, I might as well make a fool of myself by dancing like a lunatic. Somehow, Kat seems to know what I was thinking. She starts doing one of our routines we used to do. When we were younger, we always were the dancing queens at the school dances. People tried dancing like us and eventually our routines were super popular. Isa looks a bit lost, so we teach her one of our routines. 'Isn't it crazy how we still know every move by heart.' 'Oh Katarina, I won't be able to forget those routines, even if I wanted to.' She nods and looks around. So do I. My eyes scan the VIP booths. A lot of girls seem to dance near one of them. The only time I have ever seen such a swarm in front of a VIP booth before, was when Justin Bieber made the mistake to tweet that he was here. 'You want to check out that VIP booth? I'm curious.' Isa nods, Kat shrugs. When we're close enough to recognize faces, I see the bandana boy I bumped into today sitting on one of the couches. 'Are you kidding me?' 'What?' I shake my head and tell them what happened today. 'Oh wow, he must be rich.' We start dancing again and finally I feel someone grinding against my back. His hands sneak around my waist and they don't stop moving. Well, there we go. Finally. I start grinding against him, but all of a sudden his movements change. And not in a good way. He's being way too rough and one should not touch someone like this in a club. I try to wiggle myself from his arms, but he's strong. So I turn around. Oh damn. I know this man. He's on the list of many clubs here in Amsterdam. The list that says: "DON'T LET THESE PEOPLE IN!" I try to push him away and of course it's not working. 'Listen up, I am not interested, sod off.' He just smiles and leans in to kiss me. I spit him in the face, but he doesn't seem to care. The freak. Then someone taps him on the shoulder. 'I think the Señorita wants you gone. Maybe you should just go before bad things happen.' It's the guy with the bleached hair who I bumped into earlier today. The creep doesn't let me go when he faces my potential hero. 'Why don't you just leave us be, we're doing fine.' Now that the man is distracted, I can wiggle myself out of his grip and I kick him in the balls. He falls on his knees and groans in pain. I wave towards the doors and security finally comes up to me. 'You should check the list. This man is dangerous, okay?' 'Sorry Summer. There's this new man at the door. I'm afraid he doesn't know about the list yet.' 'Make sure he knows before more creeps enter this club. Good reputations are easily ruined.' They nod and take him away. Suddenly a tear runs down my cheek. Oh for fucks sake not now. Quickly, I wipe it away and I finally get the chance to take a good look at the guy that tried to save me. He is incredibly handsome. And that is an understatement, damn. 'Thank you so much.' 'You kinda did that yourself.' 'But he needed to be distracted, so it was teamwork.' 'Teamwork.' He nods and smiles. 'Would you like to sit for a while?' He points towards bandana boy's VIP booth. First I look at Kat and Isa, who seem to be in shock by what just happened. Kat nods. We follow him and Kat pulls my arm to get my attention. 'Does this happen often?' 'The creep part or the part where a hot guy takes me to a booth?' 'Well... Both?' I pretend to think. 'Yeah, both happen quite often. But this creep is like a creep-creep. He should be in jail to be honest.' Kat seems to be shocked. I shrug and walk towards the VIP booth