Chasing the Babysitter

3- Surprise, Surprise

This chappie is dedicated to one of my readers, @LittleMissSalvatore! Her comments really helped me push through this writer's block. And I want to say thank you for your wonderful support!

Kai POV

The Marquee. One of New York's most famous clubs and now here I am. The club is dimly lit but has amazing red and blue lighting that makes the atmosphere more festive. There's a massive LED wall behind the DJ on stage. Not to mention the hundreds of people that crowd this place. It's a miracle we even got in, considering the long line outside. But thankfully, Nadia knows the bouncer. I think the man is secretly crushing on her but apparently she's not interested. 

We squeeze our way through the throngs of people. Nadia leads the way and we hold onto each other's hands to make sure we don't get swept away into the abyss that are the party people surrounding us. We walk towards the bar counter, searching for seats, since there aren't any left at any tables.

Some tall guy, smelling of the strong stinging scent of alcohol steps on my toe causing me to screech in pain. "Ow," I groan looking down at my reddening toe. "Why am I wearing these super high open toed heels here again?" I ask over the loud music blaring from the walls.

Nadia looks over her shoulder briefly, her chestnut and blonde hair flipping behind. "Because they match the dress Miranda gave you perfectly."

"There," points Amanda to the bar where there are multiple newly vacated seats. "Seats!"

Nadia pushes her way through people carelessly, while I say excuse us to make up for her rudeness. We get to the stools in front of the bar and sit down, Miranda and Nadia on opposite sides of me. One of the two bartenders manning the counter comes over to us. "Three virgin piña coladas please," requests Nadia sliding him the money with one of her sweet smiles plastered on her face.

The bartender smiles politely before going to get our order.

"Isn't it so great in here?" she asks, her small eyes lighting up.

I glance down at my injured toe examining its redness. "If you like people stepping on your feet."

Miranda hits my shoulder. "Don't be such a party pooper all the damn time. The club can't help you getting your feet stepped on. But you have to admit this club is really awesome."

"Yeah, it's better than any over in Massachusetts that I know of."

"Exactly," yells Nadia over the music. "This is New York baby," she says lifting her arms up wide in the air. "Everything is bigger!"

"You're drinks," announces the bartender sliding us our drinks over the silvery blue counter. We all give a big thank you before he leaves to attend another customer.

Miranda lifts up her glass. "A toast to finding our dreams and making this summer something to remember."

Smiling we happily clink our glasses. "Cheers!"

We laugh, chat and act stupid for a while until Nadia suddenly stops talking. Miranda scrunches her black eyebrows together as she stares at Nadia in confusion. I look at Nadia, her lips curled up in a sultry smile and her almond eyes twinkling. Both Miranda and I stop to look off and see what she's staring at.

The what turns out to be a who. There are two guys standing by the dance floor smiling at her. One a tall man, very muscular, and tan with dark black gelled hair winks at her. The other--shorter one notices Miranda and I staring and bobs his head in acknowledgement before tapping his friend.

"Holy crap. They're coming over," I announce.

"Good. We need some boys in your life," states Miranda. "Especially to help get you over you know who."