Hearts Race, The Moments Gone - Andy Biersack

1: Him, Who Is He?

Alyssas POV

I started to get ready for the party at Club 21 with my friends. It was Allison, my sister from another misters, 22nd birthday. An understatement was that I was excited. It is my first time going out to a club. Even though I was already 22. My birthday was a month before, back in March. I didn't plan on drinking. In fact, I didn't want to. I just wanted to party.

I had always been that one girl. You know, the smart, sassy, positive, weird, "goody goody". I had never cursed, drank, smoke, or even had sex in my life! Or really a boyfriend. Or my first kiss. I know, I was 22 and never had a boyfriend. The guys I like never feel the same way back. They want stick thin, conceded, b words. I was thin, just not a twig. And back in the day I was thick. I was determined to get the weight off though, which I did. But only perverts liked me. You know, the annoying, creepy, stalker pervs. Thank God school is over or I would be dealing with that every turn.

I sighed and began to wash out my thin, naturally red hair. I finished shaving, washing, and rinsing before stepping out. I let the nice, refreshing cold air hit me. I dried myself off with a fluffy pink towel. I wrapped it around me, then walked into my bedroom.

I set the towel nicely down on my silky green bedspread. I put on some clean, red underwear and a red bra to match. I skipped over to my closet and searched through it for the absolutely perfect dress. A simple, yet elegant, black one shoulder dress. It ended right above my knees. Doesn't show too much skin.

I pranced over to my vanity. I sat down roughly onto the little chair. I grabbed my Droid Razor Maxx and started blasting Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood. I applied some black mascara to my eyelashes, which made my big blue eyes pop. I had no need for cover up or foundation, mostly because I was covered in freckles so it would be obvious. I applied a light pink lipgloss to my lips before standing up. I walked to the end of my bed and saw the size 8 black flats. The music paused for 3 seconds, indicating I had a text. After I put the shoes on, I answered it.

Alli: B there in 5

I ran over to my nightstand, grabbing my wallet and clutch purse. I shoved my phone and wallet into it. I ran back into the kitchen, grabbing my keys from the counter. I heard a horn honk and I rushed out the door, locking it behind me.

"Get your ass in here Lyssa" Allison shouted.

I chuckled at her immaturity before sitting in the passenger seat of her cherry red Ferrari. The hot black leather seat, burned through my clothes. I was not a big fan of heat. At all. She started to blast rock music. I was honestly not a rock music kind of girl. When I was around 12-13 I hated it to the point where I couldn't listen to it. Now I tolerate it. As long as it doesn't have tons of screaming. Otherwise, its tolerated.

"You ready to party it up" Alli smirked as she parked the vehicle.

"You bet" I smiled and stepped out of the small car.

Since it was a Friday night, we decided to come before it even opened so there isn't very many people. Luckily, there was only 5 people in line. I thought they were all in a group together. They all had similar clothing, hair, and make up. Plus them talking and messing around with eachother gave it away.

We stood behind the 5 men. They looked so familiar. One of then smiled at me. His smile was cute. He was tall. Probably around 6'4 and had these memorizing blue eyes. His blonde hair was spiked up. I could tell it was dyed because his natural hair color was growing back.

I returned the favor and he went back to talking with his group of friends. I noticed he had a line across his face, right under his eyes that crossed over his bridge. He was wearing a white t shirt and black skinny jeans. He was very, very attractive. I started to notice his tattoos as well. A Indian Jesus on his neck, a girl in a red dress on his shoulder, the words "Morticians Daughter", and a 7 with a crown above it that said BVB. I recognized that too. Then someone took me out of my trance when they tapped on my shoulder.