Misery Loves Company

Chapter 11

We decide on an Uber since we're both bound to get absolutely trashed tonight. Something I like the thought of very much.

We pull up to club Novelle, which is only about ten minutes away. It's what you would call an elite club. People with money and class come here to have a night out and enjoy time with fellow social lights. It's fancy and very expensive. As we strut into the club along with Ashley's friends the scene is overwhelming. The dance floor is absolutely packed with people bumping and grinding against each other. The music is so loud - I can feel the bass pulsing through my body. 

Ashley, her friends, and I get a VIP table in the corner of the club - one thousand dollars later. Our table is placed in the perfect position. We have a complete overlook of the club with added privacy. We have bottles of grey goose and Redbull, a lethal but an oh-so pleasant combination. 

I go for a couple of shots. Ashley and her friends follow suit. Margot and Kylie are equally as stunning as Ashley. Both models, they're long legs and unique bone structure snap heads in all directions. I'm the black sheep of the group. Though beautiful in my own way, I literally wear my baggage on my body. 

The music is loud, perfect for drowning out my toxic thoughts. The alcohol is slowly making its way through my veins, visiting the deepest parts of my mind and comforting the scars of my heart. I feel warm and even happy, a little. I look at all of the bodies on the dance floor, lost in the loud bumping of the bass, allowing the vibrations to carry their motions. It's more comparable to having sex on the dance floor than anything else. As I finish that thought, Ashley and her crew get up to make their way out to join the orgy scene. Ashley grabs my hand and pulls me towards the sweaty bodies. 

My head and my heart are pounding. The music governs the movements of my body and I'm lost in a beautiful sea. I run my hands up through my hair and let loose. The alcohol has me feeling so nice now. With no interest in dancing with any of the men, I make sure to stick close to the girls who all have found themselves a flavor of the night. I take a brief scan of the club. I look across the room and I lock eyes with a familiar face. Greyson. He can't be mistaken. We're paralyzed for a few moments before that same girl from last night comes along and wraps herself around him. I jerk back to reality. I turn my back to him and continue to dance my night away. No distractions.