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Chapter 10

Alexis's pov

I was straightening my hair in my room, getting ready for my Friday night fun when DJ came back from school. I checked the tiny alarm clock on my bedside table and noticed it was nearly eight pm. My eyebrows involuntarily furrowed in slight confusion. That clock is probably broken anyway, I thought, but then I looked at my phone and it read the same time.

My curiosity got the best of me as I opened my bedroom door just to shout at my best friend.
"DJ!" I called sweetly.

"Yes, Lexi Pooh!" He answered back just as sugary.

I smiled at my reflection as I added some light lip gloss to my lips. "Long day a school?" I inquired.

A loud sigh came from the kitchen area downstairs and I took it as a yes.
"Does this means we're on speaking terms again?" Came his voice, along with the familiar sound of a potato chips bag being handled.

"No." I said, "I was just curious."

"Rrriiiggghhhtt..." Destiny replied sarcastically and I could tell he was down their rolling his eyes at me. "It's Friday night Lexi."

What he said caused my eyes to widen slightly as guilt washed over me, not because I didn't know what day it was, but because I totally forgot what it used to mean. Friday night was movie night. If we didn't watch movies for the entire night, we did whatever I wanted to, which was usually some video games or feed on ice cream at Sammy's.

But at the moment, I was busy prettying up to go partying. Some spoiled rich kid is throwing his birthday party at a club nearby. But I didn't really plan on going anywhere until Christina persuaded me. It sounded like a really great idea, one that involved lots of alcohol, hot guys and hangovers. A really great idea.

"Alexis?" DJ's voice came from inside his room next to mine. I was so deep in thoughts that I didn't realize he moved from downstairs.

"Umm, I... I'm..." I stupidly began to stutter. What is wrong with me?

"You're going out again, aren't you?" Destiny said rather than asked.

I sighed.

"Lexi, it's Friday night!" He whined. I get why he's frustrated and I don't blame him. My best friend is totally fine with me going out, but I guess I've been spending too much time away from him and I feel like I've been replacing him with a new friend.

"I know, I know." I argued, "but there is this wild dance down the road and everyone who's anyone will be there and I promised Chris that I'll-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence because I was rudely cut off in the middle. "Who the hell is Chris!"

"Don't talk to me like that." I retorted.

The door a few feet from mine opened and I heard as DJ's footsteps came to stop at my room entrance. I turned around to find him glaring at me like I just insulted his really sweet momma. I just shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly and bent over to do up the laces of my boots, thinking, why is he acting like this?

He was acting all possessive all of a sudden. And then the thought hit me. "Oh shit, DJ I forgot to tell you," I said as I fixed the watch on my wrist. "Chris is someone I met on the first day of school. We became friends, and she has been my company to all these parties I've been to lately. And I said she because Chris is actually a girl, her nickname is short for Christina."

The deep sigh and look of relief on his face was priceless. "Oh okay." Was all he said as he leaned on the wall next to my dresser.

"Can you help me with this please?" I said as I held out a silver necklace to him. He took it and I turned around so he could fix it properly on me.

I gave DJ one last hug before I left. "Don't worry, okay." I said, looking up at him, "ain't no other guy can take your place as my bestie. And our kind of bond can never be replaced by someone else." I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I grabbed my purse and left.

The party was in full swing when Chris and I got there, with everything looking as normal as it could possibly get. Loud, vulgar noise blasted from the sound systems. Underaged freshmen stumbled around, smiling at each other like idiots. And small groups of the shadiest people huddled together in corners, no doubt doing drugs or smoking weed. Completely normal.

To be honest, the place gave me the creeps, and I was ready to get the hell out as soon as possible, but Christina has already wasted after downing four cups of vodka and got dragged onto the dance floor by some guy. I couldn't just leave her, right? Besides, I was feeling a little tipsy myself and the stool at the bar counter appeared really comfortable.

I was sipping on a mixture of alcohol flavors, not sure what they were though when someone sat on the stool next to mine. I thought he looked familiar, but I couldn't figure out who he was because of the hazy state that my mind was in. His smile, when he turned to me was seemingly genuine and caused me to do the same.

"Hey, remember me, Alexis?" The guy said.

His voice sent me back to the day DJ nearly ripped some dude's hair out because he called me a bitch, then it suddenly hit me. "Hey, you." I slurred happily. I called him "you" because I still didn't remember his name.

"I want to apologize for what happened last time." He replied, grinning at me.

"It's okay," I said honestly. "Though that was actually the first time someone called me a bitch."

"I didn't mean that." He said quickly. "Am I forgiven?"

I acted like I was thinking about my replied before I nodded. "Sure, I'm so over that."

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked, his eyes roaming seductively all over my upper body. I suddenly got the feeling like he was stripping me naked with his eyes and I honestly didn't want to leave with him. Not again. I decided then that I'd like a night that I would actually remember when it was over, and this one had already proved to be disappointing.

"No thanks, I'm here with someone," I said. I wasn't completely lying, was I?

The guy's eyes quickly turned angry and he stood up to tower over me. I felt more curious about what he would do next than threatened by his stance. "Are you rejecting me?" He practically growled at me.

"Yeah, I just did," I said, not at all fazed. What? I've been through this before. You see, when you've had a seemingly mentally unstable boyfriend, these kinds of behaviors don't really affect you much.
"Surely this isn't the first time a girl turned you down," I added, probably rubbing pepper in his wound.

I could tell he was about to slap me before his hands moved so I ducked to avoid it. The next thing I knew was that the bartender got between us and the guy was swearing and kicking as two big guys dragged him out of the club. His last words were something about getting revenge and how I will regret ever rejecting him... Blah blah.

That was also when I decided I've had enough of the deafening sounds and the repulsive smell of smoke and sweat. I grabbed Chris and pulled her away from her dance partner, apologize to the guy for my rudeness and pulled her out of the horrible place. Christina wasn't happy with my actions, but that didn't stop me from getting her safely home before finding my place.

I'm not sure where I fell asleep, somewhere between the front door and the stairs. I remembered though, being carried upstairs in a pair of really strong arms.