I look at myself in the mirror one last time before leaving. It's my first time going out to a club in a while, since... well, since things ended with Alexa. I thought making myself look nicer than usual would add a nice touch. My red lace shirt half unbuttoned, with my hair in its usual low bun, the scent of cologne filling the space around me. I felt good, for the first time in a long time.
Grabbing my keys and phone, I walk out of the apartment to head to the club. Clinton decided to drag me out since he knew he would be going crazy and needed someone to take him home since Jesse was equally wasted. As per usual. But this time, I didnt mind. My phone buzzes. Once. Twice. Third time. I roll my eyes and look at the screen.
Bitchboy🕺🏻
Yoooo Kras where r uuuuu
Get here asap rocky x
I lurv uuuuuuu
I laugh at his drunken state, putting my phone into my pocket, walking into the club with anticipation coursing through my veins. I walk around admiring the scene. People dancing against each other in the heat of the moment, music pumping with each beat. Clinton spots me and pulls me over to the bar.
"Kras come onnnnnnn, you have to find someone. It doesn't even have to be serious. A quick fuck, huh. Anything. Get your mind off of it pleaseeeee." Its hard to hear him with the thumping bass ringing in my ears. Thank god.
I get up slowly and approach the floor. And that's when I spot... her. She seems to be having the time of her life, with multiple desperate guys crowding around her as she dances sensually in their presence. I get caught up in the sight, until we lock eyes.
I rush out of the club, sweat dripping down my face, the smell of my own cologne sickening me. I sit against the wall, catching my breath.
The cool night air flows, soothing the emotional pain. I wasn't ready to see her again. But I have to move on. I slowly lift myself off the floor, when a hand holds my arm firmly, but with consideration. "Woah, sit down. You do not look ready to stand up." I look over, and I see a familiar face.
I lazily glance over his features, attempting to put a name to this face, but I'm too out of it to focus. I try asking him who he was, but I lose consciousness halfway through.
