(A/N: peep the picture attached above. ❤️)
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We are standing in line to get in the club and I am shivering. I regret not wearing something warmer and I already want to go home. Why did I agree to this? I have to study for my exam. There's so many other things I could be doing right now.
The line moves up and the three of us are greeted by a tall man that asks for our IDs. I sigh when I realize that I forgot mine. It's not like it mattered, I'm not quite 21 yet.
"I'll have to stamp your hands," the tall man says and I nod, holding both of my hands out. I guess this was the clubs way of knowing who was and wasn't of age without asking for their ID all night.
"Sir, she looks of age doesn't she?" Sophia smiles sweetly at him and he raises an eyebrow at her. I almost grab ahold of her arm and drag her away before she gets arrested but the man quickly changes his mind once she pulls a twenty dollar bill out of her bra. He wraps a bright pink wristband around my wrist that says, "OVER 21" in bold black letters and gives us a small nod before allowing us to go inside.
"That was scandalous," Brenden laughs and Sophia shrugs, "gotta do what you gotta do."
We continue walking through the club and the music gets louder and louder. The three of us sit at a table that is by the bar and Brenden excuses himself to go get drinks.
"Where's Jake?" I ask Sophia and her head snaps towards me.
"He's hanging out with Chase," she says and points at the bar. I look in the direction and that's when I see him already staring at me. I immediately look away and scan the room, trying to pretend that I have something more interesting to look at.
My eyes fall on a familiar leather jacket and I squint to see if it is who I think it is. My thoughts are confirmed as Zayn turns around to greet someone that has just walked up to him. I tear my eyes away from their interaction and focus on the shot glass that has just been sat down in front of me.
Might as well get drunk since everyone I don't want to see is already here.
"Cheers bitches," Sophia holds up her glass and Brenden and I lift ours at the same time. All the glasses clink before we tilt our heads back and take our shots.
The liquid burns down my throat and I cough after I swallow it, immediately reaching for the margarita that's also been set in front of me. I take a gulp of the cold liquid and even though it's strong too, it eases the burn in my throat.
"Finish your margarita so we can dance," Sophia whines and I roll my eyes, taking big gulps of my drink as I watch the liquid in the glass disappear.
I finish the rest of my drink and slam my cup down, shrugging my jacket off and leaving it in the chair as I stand up. Sophia smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the most crowded space in the club. As soon as I step onto the dance floor, I decide that I am going to let loose and have fun. It may be the alcohol encouraging my thoughts, but at this point I don't care.
Sophia stops pulling me once we reach the middle of the dance floor and I am no longer able to see anything but the people surrounding me. I run my hands through my hair and let my head fall back as I begin to let my body move to the music. The heavy thumps of bass are felt throughout my body and it influences each move I make.
I make eye contact with Sophia and we smile at each other while continuing to dance.
"Bottoms up, ladies!" Brenden appears with two shot glasses in each hand.
"Thanks!" I shout over the music and throw my head back, allowing he warm liquid to slide down my throat. Brenden takes my empty glass and disappears into the crowd of sweaty bodies. The determination these two had to give me a fun night out was obvious and it made me happy to have such great best friends.
"Let loose, Via! You need this night out!" Sophia shouts and I nod my head while continuing to dance. I start to feel that warm fuzzy feeling, indicating that I'm starting to feel buzzed.
At some point, I catch a pair of familiar eyes staring back at me.
Zayn.
I pretend that I am unfazed by his stare as I continue to let the music control my body. Everything slows and I feel like we are moving in slow motion as his gaze intensifies. He's standing a few feet from me with a drink in one hand and the other hand on the hip of the woman in front of him. This woman is desperately trying to grind her hips into him but the expression on his face shows that he isn't interested.
I turn my back towards him and continue my dance, running my hands through my hair and all over my body.
I don't know what's come over me but I like this. He's staring at me.
Seconds later, I feel hands on my hips. I smirk to myself as I feel his body press against mine.
"You're so hot," a voice that isn't Zayn's whispers in my ear.
I turn around and press my hands to Chase's chest, shoving him hard. "What the fuck!" He yells and I walk away from him, shaking my head.
His hand grips my arm and turns me around but I yank it out of his grasp, even though it hurts like hell.
"Alivia, I just want to talk about what happened," He pleads and the anger inside of me takes over.
"Don't fucking touch me, Chase!"
"Jesus, you need to chill!" He yells while holding his hands up in defense. I turn around again, making my way back to the table that Brenden is sitting down at.
"I need more alcohol," I mutter and he claps his hands together.
"Your wish is my command."
He returns with a double shot of tequila and I let it pour down my throat like it doesn't even burn.
"Who pissed you off?"
"Doesn't matter," I mutter while standing from the table, realizing that I can buy my own alcohol since I have a pink wristband.
I lean against the counter at the bar and wait for the bartender to see me. I see someone appear next to me and I look over to see that it's Zayn.
"What?" I snap and he laughs.
"That was quite a show you were putting on for me," he smirks and I roll my eyes, "It was not for you."
"Sure," he chuckles again and I'm not sure if I want to punch him or kiss him. I need to stop drinking.
"Well it was hot," he says lowly while leaning against the counter, his face close to mine. I glance down at his lips then back up at his eyes. His pretty brown eyes.
"Do you want to kiss me, Alivia?" He whispers and I lick my lips, trying to think of anything other than what it felt like to have his lips on mine. It's been too long, I need to feel that electricity again.
His lips press to mine in a harsh kiss and I'm overwhelmed by the heat that begins flowing throughout my entire body. His free hand makes its way into my hair at the same time his tongue enters my mouth.
I mentally beg myself to make a move as I reach forward to fist his leather jacket in my hands. I pull him closer to me as our mouths move in sync and he groans against my lips. Every part of my body feels like it's on fire and the need for him is growing stronger.
When he pulls away from me, I am left breathless and slightly confused.
"I just wanted your ex to see," he drops his right eye in a wink before turning around and walking away.
What?
I look over to see Chase standing a few feet away, staring at me in disbelief.
I look down at the ground and let out a shaky breath. My lips tingle from the kiss I just shared with Zayn.
I can't believe that I fell for his shit again.
