That Fateful Night

Chapter One - The Beginning

The music in the club is loud and pulsates throughout my body. I clutch my empty glass and push through the hoard of people to get to the bar. Once at my destination, I dump the glass on the side and signal for the bartender.

"What can I get for you?" He shouts over the music.

"A double vodka and coke, please." I shout back and dig my hand into my bra to pull out my phone. The bartender returns with the drink and I tap my phone on the card reader. The payment goes through and I take the drink. "Thanks!"

I turn around and crash into a hard body. A scream leaves my lips as the cold liquid of my drink seeps into the fabric of my top. A hand grasps my shoulder, steadying me.

"What the-" I gasp. I look up and my breath gets caught in my throat. Stood in front of me is the most gorgeous guy in the world. His dark brown hair looks silky soft, his fringe pushed to the side with gel. His blue eyes are piercing, as they stare at me. My heart hammers in my chest, pathetically thudding at all the thoughts running through my brain.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't expecting for you to turn around so quickly," his eyes flicker to the now half empty glass in my hand. "I'll buy you another drink." Stepping around me, he approaches the bar. The bartender approaches and looks at the guy stood next to me.

"Another double vodka and coke, please," I ask loudly, placing the half empty glass on the side. The bartender disappears, before returning with another drink in hand. I take it and the guy next to me pays with his card. "Thanks!"

"I'm really sorry about your top," he apologises, his cheeks splattered with a hint of pink, when he notices my top sticking to me like second skin. I shrug.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." I go to head back to my friends, but he grasps my arm with his hand. Our eyes meet.

"Let me take you back to mine." His eyes bore into mine, his expression neutral except for the crease between his eyebrows, like he was concentrating on something.

I laugh, false out of the sheer awkwardness of the conversation. "No way! You need to try a better tactic if you want a girl to climb into your bed!" I go to leave, and he lets me. His hand dropping from my arm.

That was weird. That was really weird.

I take a huge gulp of my drink, almost downing it in one go.

I reach my friends and grab Libby's arm.

"Can we go home? My top's soaked." I shout in her ear. She gives me a confused look. "Some guy walked into me; I'll tell you about it later!" I down the rest of my drink and dump it on a surface nearby. I drag Libby out of the club.

I know she won't be too thrilled, but I don't fancy staying there with a wet top. It's gross.

I look at my blonde best friend when we exit the club, the music now quiet enough to have a normal conversation. Libby's brown eyes stare at me, and the corners of her mouth turn down into a frown.

"So, what happened then?" She asks as we walk alongside each other. She's a lot more drunk than me, I'm barely tipsy and she's swaying as she's walking.

"Some guy walked into me and spilt my drink down me. He bought me one, and then said: 'let me take you back to mine' or something." I say, I glance at Libby and she looks amused. Her brown eyes glinting.

"You should have gone home with him!" She laughs.

"No! It was weird. He was hot, but I don't just jump into bed with anyone." I tell her.

"I know, you're a virgin and you're saving it for 'The One'," she sighs. "You need to let go of that idea; you'll be a virgin forever with that mindset!" The words are slurred and she laughs.