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Chapter 19- The Dancer and The Club

Chapter 19

Song: Pray For Me by The Weekend

*Picture of her party outfit at the top

***********************************************************************************************Sophie's Pov. 

I wrapped the wand around the last curl and let go. I smiled in the mirror as my whole look was complete. I had on a sparkly pink dress that hugged my every curve. 

I put on my rose gold colored high heeled pumps and my matching earrings. My mom had come in earlier to gush over my outfit. I had told her that I was going over to a friends party that would be chaperoned. 

I walk downstairs to dad watching t.v in the living room and mom in the kitchen probably baking something else again. 

"I'm leaving," I announce. 

"Alright. Make sure to text us to know that you're safe. I know that you said that you were planning on staying at your friend's house." She says. 

"Yeah, I am." She gives me a hug and I walk over to hug dad. I walk outside to see Megan waiting for me in her car. 

"Hey, bitch!" Megan greets me. 

"Hey, biotch! So where exactly are we going?" I ask her.

"Now that is a surprise." She says secretively. 

"I love a good surprise." We pull off and onward to hopefully what would be a great time.

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"Wow... this is an actual club," I say and Megan jumps in excitement. 

"Yup, but don't worry. I have the fake ID's ready." She handed me mine. The person actually looked like me. 

"Where did you get the fake ID's?" I question. 

"I have my sources... and by sources, I do mean Blake." She giggles.

Of course. 

"Ladies right this way." Once we get to the guard he doesn't even check for our IDs.

"What? Ex-" Megan cuts me off with a glare. 

"He didn't even check. What was the point?" Megan winks at me before saying,

"Better safe than sorry, but apparently he found us very attractive." We make our way in and my eyes widen at the wide dance floor that lit up in all types of colors. 

"Let's get some drinks!" Megan hollers over the loud music. When we sit down on the stools, I see an attractive young man mixing peoples drinks. 

"What can I get for you two?" He asks once he's handed the drink to the person.

"Can we have two Dirty Martinis please?" She says and I wait on the stool while taking a glance at everybody dancing. The DJ seemed to be having the time of his life. 

"Sure thing, coming right up." He goes off to mix our drinks. Once our drinks are mixed up he pours them into the glass like a pro and serves them to us with a smile. 

"Thanks." I take a sip and it burns slightly, but it also made me feel like dancing even more. 

"Let's dance." I say and take Megan's hands in mine we move past all of the sweating bodies to get as close to the middle of the dance floor as possible.