Fate

Chapter 3

"Do we seriously have to go to this nightclub tonight?" Luna asks Brooklyn. "I would so much rather stay in and do literally anything else" she says sighing. "No we are going because the only time you leave the house is for adult things and you don't get to be a regular 19-year-old" Brooklyn says staring at her best friend. "Babe with how things have been with us, I don't think I'll ever get to be a 'normal 19-year-old'" she says laughing "I do these 'Adult things' to survive" She says seriously "I know but it's boring and you will be coming out with me to this nightclub and we will get drunk, we don't even have school or work tomorrow" Brooklyn says pleading to her best friend. "Fine, okay, I guess it would be good to get a few drinks" She says smiling as her friend cheers.

Luna's outfit Brooklyn's outfit

"Brooklyn hurry the hell up, I'm planning on getting drunk and possibly high, not getting old from waiting on you" Luna shouts upstairs to her best friend. "Oh shut up, I'm ready" Brooklyn says laughing, grabbing her heels. "I know for a fact that you're gonna get drunk and then leave me for some guy" Luna says rolling her eyes. "Bitch you is right" Brooklyn says laughing her head off. "Okay so I've ordered a taxi" Luna says lacing up her boots "Okay, let's go" Brooklyn says grabbing her bag and pulling Luna along with her.

The two girls arrive at the newly opened nightclub and with one flash of their ID's they're in. The girls pick from the bundle of wristbands at the entrance of the club. Brooklyn picks out a single and a looking for fun band whereas Luna picks out a single and looking for romance wristband. The two girls walk in and get drinks, flirting with a few guys at the bar. Soon the girls are tipsy and about to go on the dancefloor when Luna stops Brooklyn "Hey, isn't that the guy that you keep bumping into?" she asks now fully noticing the dark brooding eyes watching them from the other side of the dancefloor. "I think he might be stalking you" Luna says, giggling slightly drunk. "Oh well, can't do anything about it, I'm gonna go dance okay?" She says to her best friend. "Cool, I'm gonna go and drink the rest of this then I'm gonna go dance" she says but her friend was already gone. Luna shrugs and moves down to a booth in the back of the nightclub.

Brooklyn goes onto the dancefloor, leaving her blonde haired friend alone. She starts dancing, the alcohol taking a toll on her system. Suddenly a pair of hands wraps themselves around her waist and she smirks dancing with them, just for them to suddenly be ripped away and replaced with a larger set of hands, somehow making the brunette feel calmer. At the end of the song, the male whispers into her ear. "Let's go Brooke" The deep voice says "Wait, what's your name?" she asks, spinning around to see the same man that she keeps bumping into. "I'm Luke sweetheart, remember it because you'll be needing it later" he says winking at her, making the brunette blush in her intoxicated state. "Now come on, I'll text my brother to take Luna home" he says grabbing Brooklyn by the waist and taking her off. The blonde haired female stands up, feeling dizzy, she walks over to the bar to order another drink before heading to the dancefloor to dance. As she was walking a pair of hands grasp her hips and grinds on her, she struggles against the hold but finds she can't seem to move. "Get off" She slurs, her mind slightly going blank. The man grips her tighter and tries to leave with her when he is suddenly pulled away and knocked onto the floor. "Hey, Luna are you okay?" a smooth voice asks, however the blonde just falls to the floor and passes out.