Satisfaction

Chapter 11

A/N: This chapter takes place inside a club... I'm only 15 so I have no idea what it's like inside a club so bare with me.

POV Scott

Following our return from the Statue of Liberty, we freshened up and changed for the party tonight. In the bathroom, I changed into a black collared shirt with a matching black tie and dark jeans with my favorite pair of combat boots. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, shaking my head. I was actually dreading seeing Alex there; I had this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I thought of how he would react to th truth. Should I even tell him? I mean, Mitch and I already have it worked out but I still don't feel right keeping secrets from Alex. This was so confusing and frustrating.

I walked out the door and found Mitch and Kirstie, all dressed and ready, waiting for me. They both looked amazing and I was in awe.

"Ready to go, Slicker?" Mitch asked me, pulling me back to reality.

I nodded, "Yeah, Kevin and Avi ready yet?"

Mitch crossed his arms and huffed, blowing some bangs out of his eyes, "Yup, and they just couldn't wait any longer so they went and left without us." He sassed. Kirstie and I laughed, I could tell he wasn't actually upset. At least things between Mitch and I were okay now.

"Let's not waste anymore time and start heading out," Kirstie said, pointing the door behind her.

It was a short and uneventful ride there, the driver wasn't too open to small talk. Thankfully, that awkwardness was over soon enough and we made it to the club. We shoved our way through the drunken crowd in the dark room in search of Alex and our friends. I smiled when Mitch latched onto my upper arm, probably in an attempt not to lose me. I tried my best to avoid making eye contact with the sweaty strangers surrounding me. Finally, we found Alex, Avi and Kevin, standing by the bar with drinks in their hands. I set aside my fears for the moment.

"Finally we found you guys!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arm around my boyfriend's waist.

Alex beamed at me, "Glad you guys could make it." He took a hold of my other hand and began leading me onto the dance floor. The loud thumping bass pounded against my ears as we danced together in perfect time with the beat. This definitely had one of the weirdest basslines and chord progressions I've ever.

"I love this song!" I heard Mitch shout from the bar. It didn't surprise that he knew this song.

"How've you been?" Alex shouted over the music, still hoping up and down with a fist in the air.

I scowled. I didn't want to lie to him, "I've been better, I'm just a little stressed is all." I shrugged.

Alex stopped dancing. He frowned and caressed my cheek. "Aw, I'm sorry." He said genuinely. That gesture comforted me and even made me calm down a little bit. Why was I even feeling so bad in the first place?

Alex all of a sudden cheered up. "I on the other hand am doing very good, I've been catching up with my friend, got my hair done, and did a bit of shopping. Don't you just love this top? Feel it!" He acted like a little kid who just received a gold star. I cocked my eyebrow and felt his sleeve as he requested. I don't know what he was so excited about; to me it felt like any other shirt.

"That's definitely something." I deadpanned.

"I feel like the color sort of makes my eyes pop, you know?" he said.

I nodded. I didn't really disagree with him. I quickly went to change the subject, "We we're at the Statue of Liberty and then did some more sight seeing for the rest of the day."