somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 2

"How do I look? I feel stupid.." Rachel says pacing around our apartment

"You always look stupid," I laugh and she stops pacing and looks at me.

"I hate you", she says and walks into her room.

"You look good. It's summer, you don't expect everyone to be dressed like preachers daughters do you? You don't look like a slut or anything. All your parts are covered."

"Oh God," She said laughing and slapping my arm. "You're disgusting Georgia."

"What? Do you want me to say you look like a slut or something?"

"No, no, lets go," She says, throwing a pair of shoes at me. "Put some shoes on you hippie."

"Yes mum," I say, hopping out the door while trying to put my shoes on.

"Who looks stupid now?" she laughs.

"Still you," I reply, shutting the door behind me.

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"It's so loud in here, and hot. And the lights, they're blinding. Is this really what clubs are like?" Rachel yells, baffled by the giant group of people crowded into a 10 x 10 m space.

"Apparently. I'm going to call Jake," I say and pull out my phone. He didn't pick up.

"He's not picking up."

"What?" She yells back at me.

"I said, he didn't pick up," I yell into her ear.

"Oh, okay. Well what do we do?" She asks awkwardly leaning on the door.

"Get inside you hooligan, you look like a spastic just leaning up against the doorframe," I laugh as she walks past me.

"Are you going to have anything to drink?" She asks.

"Nah, we have orientation tomorrow and I don't really want to be hungover. Just here to make some friends," I say, looking around for any sign of Jake.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," She says, glancing at her phone.

"You're 17, you're not even allowed to drink," I say, laughing as she folds her arms.

"I got into the club, didn't I? I'm sure I could manage to get a drink," He says, walking up to the bar.

"Hi, I'd like a love monkey cocktail please," She said, trying to sound sofisticated. She actually just sounded really awkward and uncomfortable, but points for trying.

"ID please," The bartender says, holding out his hand for her ID.

"Why does everyone keep asking me for ID? Do I not look 18 or something? People usually say I look older not younger," She says, starting to rant to the bartender.

"Look, I don't care. I'll get your damn cocktail if you just shut your mouth," He says, walking away and making the drink. "Here, that'll be $10," He says, pushing it forward. She hands him the money and turns around, walking back towards me.

"Wow, you're good. Didn't know you had it in you."

"You underestimate me," She says, taking a sip from her drink.

"How is it?"

"Good, just a little strong," She says widening her eyes.

"I'm going to call Jake again," I say, pulling out my phone.

"Hello? Is this Georgia?" Jake yells into the phone.

"Yeah, hey, where are you?"

"We're in a VIP lounge, where are you guys?"