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Chapter 3: Just So They Know

"Jazzy! Sage, babe! Over here" Seinfeld called from one side of the bar.

"Hay boo!" I called giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Girl you look hot. You tryna fuck someone tonight huh?" Seinfeld nudged my arm and gestured to all the cute guys in the club.

"Nah, she was just feeling herself because she met a guy who thought she was fine as hell."

"WHAT?!" Seinfeld shrieked attracting stares from all over the club.

"I flushed and stared down at my Cosmo. "It's not that big of a deal. She's overexaggerating."

"Jazz doesn't exaggerate when it comes to these things" Seinfeld pointed out and I inwardly groaned.

Jazmine then animatedly told Seinfeld the entire story, even parts I didn't know about such as her eavesdropping on our conversation and our quote 'adorable ass hysterical laughter'.

"You caught feelings, didn't you?"

"Whatever."' I scoffed and looked out towards the dancefloor. "I want to dance." I suddenly announced to take the focus off my budding crush.

"Same."

"Alright! Let's go forget our problems!" We all cheered, ditching our drinks and heading to the middle of the pulsating floor.

***

We danced for about an hour before I was approached. A random guy gripped me by the waist and pulled me in closer to his body. I could feel his hot breath on my ear and smell it too. This man's breaths smelled like roadkill skunk on a hot summers day.

"You move that thing like a pro, princess."

"I've had practice."

I wriggled out of his grasp hurriedly shuffling to the bar and downing a tequila.

"You can't just leave me out on the dancefloor, sweet thang." He drawled, leaning in closer to me.

"I have a boyfriend." I blurted out, loud enough so some others around the bar could hear.

Now, friends, this is what we call a blatant lie. I am a single pringle. I had a relationship, but it failed and ever since I never had time.

"Where is he then?"

I internally panicked. How the hell was I going to come up with a fake boyfriend on the spot? I'm screwed. So totally screwed.

"Sage, baby girl, there you are." Strong arms wrapped around me from behind as I turned to see who it was.

I knew that fucking voice.

"Ethan, baby, where have you been?" I shrieked, plastering a smile on my face.

"I was in the bathroom and I ran into one of my clients. Who's this?" He asked gesturing to the sleaze in front of me.

"I just met him. I never did catch his name though..."

"Derrick." He muttered looking away from me.

Ethan buried his head in the crook of my neck and took a sharp inhale. My heart was going a mile a minute as he nuzzled my neck more.

"He's still looking at us. You need to kiss me."

Say what now?

"Kiss you?" I shriek whispered.

"If you want him and everyone else looking to leave you alone, you need to kiss me. I promise I'll make it worth your while." He whispered. I could hear the smile in his voice.