ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 5.

After I finally finish telling Diana everything about the auditions, she decides we need a celebration because we PROBABLY have the two main roles. So I begin to get ready for a night out. I let my hair out of its ponytail, and brush it through, it was still a little tangly from last nights sleep. I strip down, throw on a lace bra, and matching underwear, and walk to the tiny closet. The dresses are hanging, and I look for one. I see a little black dress, plain but short and sexy. It’s strapless and I bought it because Cara Delegvine was wearing it. I lay it out and go to do my makeup, still in a bra and underwear. I wash my face and apply primer, then taking my foundation, I apply it with a brush, and set that with a powder. I do my cheekbones, mostly contouring because I hate blush more than anything. Once I finish my face I move to my eyes. I do a bold smokey eye with a hint of gold eyeliner and step back to admire my work. Not bad, I think to myself while slipping on the black dress and tall black heels. Diana steps out of the bathroom in a sexy red dress, her dark eyeshadow bringing out her light eyes. 

“I’d fuck you D, if I were a man.” I say with a smile. She laughs and takes in my outfit.

“Damn! You look hot Rosa.” She raises her eyebrows and fake winks. We go through the hotel lobby, accepting the stares that are being given to us. We jump in our car and Diana tells me about the place she found that we are going, some new bar or whatever. Not that I give a shit. We pull in and step out. Linking arms like we used to when we were in high school. We sneak in past the bouncer with the people ahead of us and he waves us through, un-shy about staring at our asses on the way. We immediately walk up to the bar and order some drinks. We talk about the movie and how we wanted Jeremy Sumpter, and to get in those pants. We talk about going to find him or Zac Efron. We bet we could find them. We think about Liam Hemsworth and how he would be fine for the role of anything, as long as we could meet him. We giggle and laugh and talk about how we do look 21, and about how dumb the people in LA are. We laugh some more when the waiter brings us drinks we didn't order. 

“We didn't order these.” I tell the man who gave them to us. He is quite attractive, and staring into my eyes. 

“They did.” He grumbles and points to two young men who begin walking over to us. Both have dark hair, both have light eyes, but one slightly more attractive than the other. I pray he paid for my drink. 

“Ladies.” The hotter one says in greeting. He pulls the stool next to me. I silently thank the Lord. Diana isn't as good of a drinker as me, considering she hasn't been doing it for very long, so she is already slightly drunk. 

“Gentlemen.” She says. I laugh. “I’m Diana, and this is Rose.” I smile and look at Diana concerned. 

“I’m  Chris and this is Andrew.” Chris, who is sitting next to Diana says with a genuine smile. We talk about college and home, and drink our drinks. Andrew asks me to dance and I accept. He whispers compliments in my ear and I blush fiercely. I can hear some camera flashes from outside while Andrew and I begin dancing, slightly grinding himself against me. I let him and sway my hips against him, watching Diana and Chris, making sure she is okay. Turns out, the camera flashes are following Justin Bieber, who has entered the bar. I am unfazed, never really being a huge fan and continue dancing. I feel Andrew kissing my neck, and I can smell the cherry vodka on his breath. He is pretty drunk. Diana and Chris begin walking over to us, ready to dance I suppose. I am about to turn around to Andrew when I feel a sharp poke on my shoulder. I turn to see a slightly larger girl with red hair. 

“Why are you dancing with my boyfriend?” She is angry, very angry. I look at Andrew, confused. Why the fuck would he hit on me if he had a girlfriend?  

“We’re not dating, she is just kind of obsessed with me. She's in my psychology and creative writing classes. She stares at me all day. She’s crazy, and aggressive.” He whispers. I nod and mutter “redheads” under my breath. He laughs loudly, only making the girl more irritated. She narrows her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. She’s drunk. 

“Stop dancing with my boyfriend.” She screams. Most people in the bar stop what they are doing and look at us. Even the fucking DJ stops the music, probably hoping for a fight. Several phones are pulled to film. Jesus, I don't want to fight. 

“Listen here red, he’s not your boyfriend, and he asked me to dance, it’s not like I’m chasing after him, like you.” I try to keep my voice as low as possible, but I still hear laughing. Her face turns red, and she clenches her fists. 

“Slut.” She yells. The word hits my chest, trying to break through, bouncing off but threatening to break through. I hear people gasping. I stab my fingernails into my palm, drawing blood. I won’t let the word get to me like I used to. I feel Diana grab my arm, whispering about how this girl isn't worth my fist. 

“At least I’m not desperate.” I say. The girl shrieks and her arm lashes out, leaving scratches across my face. 

“YOU’RE A WHORE!” She yells. My cheek burns and I can’t help my fist that pops out and hits her in the neck. Not hard enough to do any real damage. She falls to the floor gasping and choking demanding water.

“Everyone saw that I tried to take the high road right? Sort of?” I say, thinking over my actions. People cheer and laugh, more lights flash. Diana pulls me out of the commotion, asking if I want to leave. I nod grabbing my keys out of my wallet. I see Justin Bieber holding up his phone like a camera, laughing his head off. 

“That was great!” He says through his laughter. I smile at his phone and continue out the door. I hardly had one drink, so I drive back to the hotel. Diana worries about my cheek the whole time, but I assure her its fine. As soon as we get to our room, Diana and I strip down into our bras and undies and crawl into bed after washing our faces, and my tiny scratches. My dreams consist of fat redheads and Justin Bieber. 

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so coolio i like this chap, it brings out who rose really is. but nobody cares about that jb visited us! 

love love love you cunts!!!!!!!! ;-)))))))

next chapter has some rose and harry buildup chemistry so get ur feelings/hormones under control.

-sage