Euphoria || Luke Hemmings [on hold]

Chapter 17

I don't know what came over me.

First thing I was walking towards the boys and second thing I knew I was sprinting down the street.

Michael went over to talk them and I just saw my opportunity to leave.

I went as far as my feet could take me until I found myself in the middle of the city. The venue wasn't too far from the rest of everything so they if Michael went looking for me I wouldn't be too easy to find. I went around looking for a small coffee shop until I saw a huge line of people coming out of a building with fluorescent lights.

Perfect.

I stepped into line as people starting lining up behind me.

I was almost to the front as soon as I heard a familiar voice.

"Mavery!" I heard someone shout. My eyes quickly darted to across the street as I saw Luke and Ashton calling my name.

I turned around facing the wall trying to scoot the the side of the people behind me.

I was moving towards the front of the club when I saw a head of brown hair.

I heard a distinct voice as I turned sound, "Uh hi Sir, have you seen a girl like this tall," his hand was just above my height.

I soon noticed that Calum was talking to the bouncer of the club. I saw this as I took opportunity to try and sneak past them. I was sliding around the side as I nearly almost knocked Calum's hat off his head as I crept behind him and into the club doors.

I was in.

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Coming to the club may have been a brilliant idea or the dumbest one I've ever made.

I was sitting at the bar in a black t-shirt and a pair of my favorite ripped jeans along with my ratty old pair of converse. Not exactly club apparel.

However, the bar tender had taken a liking to me. I didn't even have to show ID, and the next thing I knew I've downed a couple shots. The alcohol stung my throat, but boy it was worth it. All the shit had suddenly gone away.

"Rough night?" The bartender asked,

I let out a small chuckle, "Rough life."

He smiled as he poured me another shot.

"Life so rough a pretty girl like you who's obviously not 21 is in here drinking her soul out?"

The stinging sensation hit my throat again.

"You bet your little heart."

"You don't look like one of those 'club' girls, you know,"

"Do I need to look like a drug addict, or a stripper to just go get a drink? Just because I look like a girl who stays home and watched Netflix doesn't mean I can't handle clubs." I was getting aggravated.

"Oh is the little girl offended at my comment?" He said in a mockery voice.

Alright I wanted to punch this guy.

"You better," I started winding my hand behind my head, as a hand folded over my hand.

I turned to see a boy with brown hair.

I could barley see his eyes as his fair covered the left side of his face in the dim lighting.

"Ok, that's enough," he laughed as he brought my arms down and turned me the other way leading me to another table across the room.

He led me to a bench, as he sat me down and sat beside me.

As hard as I tried to look, I didn't recognize the boy.