Everything Led Me To You - [Underwriting]

Chapter 28 - Savior

Valencia's POV

Skylar had texted me at 9 PM, it was half past nine and I still was debating over what to wear. My room was a mess; the clothes were out, my make-up, which I don't even usually do it, was scattered, yet, I wasn't ready.

Suddenly, my mom opened the door with her eyes wide open in surprise and said, "Valencia! What's this huge dump?!"

"Oh mom, it's uh- I'm going out so I'm trying to figure what to wear."

"At this hour?" she asked pressingly.

"Yeah, sorry mom. It's urgent. Just a small hangout."

"Just going out with friends and creating such a ruckus? Or is it not...is it a date?"

I blushed and tittered.

"Who's the boy?" She continued.

"Well." I sighed. "We have a conversation to have. But later. I'm super-super late. I'm going to Leopold."

"Okay, be back home soon."

"Yes."

"And you still haven't decided on what to wear?"

"I was thinking of this, but I don't know if it's suitable."

Valencia's outfit

"Oh honey, you look great. He'll be flattered!" Mom giggled.

"Who he?" I asked.

"Your date, who else?"

"Oh! Yes. Okay, thanks, I guess."

"Now get going so you can return soon."

I drove to the club as soon as I could to not keep Skye hanging or make her feel alone.

I moved around as I got into the club and scanned through the huge crowd. I walked by the dance floor and noticed Rachel and her boyfriend, Damien. Skylar wasn't with her. She wasn't even around the bar. As I roamed around the other side of the club, I noticed a stairway, by which, was a couch. I went on and sat down as I texted Skylar. "I'm here to see you, but where the hell are you?? I'm not able to find you... I hope you haven't left."

I sat idle and observed the place, trying to spot Skye. Suddenly, somebody caught my eye, somebody lying on the stairway. At first, I cringed. My curiosity then dragged me to check on them and help. The closer I walked, the more I felt like it was Skylar. I stood beside her, and was startled to see that it actually was. I immediately shook her, making sure she was alright. She grumbled something, I figured she was drunk.

I picked her up and yelled, "Skye! It's me, Valencia." Though she saw me, she was too drunk to recognize me. I lifted her and took her back onto the couch, and made her drink some water. Finally and fortunately, Skye came back to some of her senses.