Never The Same

Chapter 2:'Poke.Poke.Ignore.'

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I checked the time, 3am.

What the fudge?

It was Savana. I frowned.

"Hello?" I mumbled groggily.

"Heyyyyyy," came the overenthusiastic reply.

"What- where are you?"

"I dunno, it's probably some idiotic place full of idiotic people,"

She's high. I can tell.

I sighed, how many times have I told this girl not to party on weekdays.

"Okay, go to your settings and switch on the location button, I'm coming to get you,"

"But I cannot see any button on me," she whined.

I groaned, "on your phone Savana, the phone you're holding,"

"Ohhh, okay then, I'm hanging uppppp!"

"No you're not! I mean if you hang up I wouldn't be able to track you with the app,"

Yeah I have an app which tracks her when she picks up the phone, because there was this one time when she was high on a party and didn't know the address and then- let's just say it did NOT end up good.

I threw on something other than my bed clothes and called Sebastian, my chauffeur. Thank God the club was a short drive.

Sebastian parked the car in front of a club with the words 'Come Clubbing' written on the front door.

I went inside and saw people dancing and swaying to music under dark, colourful hues. I squinted to spot Savana's red dress. She was dancing with like four drunk people and she didn't look much sober either.

Much sober? I bet she was close to alcohol poisoning.

I pushed my way through the sweaty, drunk people and went up to her but she said, and I quote, "wait for atleast 10 minutes babe."

I sat at the far corner, away from the blasting music and the strong stench of alcohol on the couch and decided to look through my social media accounts.

I zoned out and was completely focused on my phone so I didn't notice a dark shadow looming behind my back until two huge hands covered the upper half of my face to suddenly blind me.

I screamed and out reflex began kicking and flailing my arms, fingers tightened into fists.

"OWWWWW", a guy complained when my fist met, his face probably.

I whipped around.

I couldn't see his face properly because of my newly found dancing vision.

He came in front, rubbing his cheek bone and I realised I recognized that face.

Blake. Benjamin. Williams.

What the hell was he doing here?!

"I think you just broke my poor cheek bone!" He complained, exaggerating.

I rolled my eyes, "serves you right."
And continued scrolling on my phone.

Through my peripheral, I saw him leaning closer.
I stuck out my foot and kicked his ankle so he stumbled.

"What are you? A descendent of Shifu?" He looked at me, annoyed.

"What are you? A pestering bug?" I said, mirroring his look.

Ignoring me, he plopped down on the couch and put his arm on the headrest behind my back.

I glared at him, and pushed his arm away.