In The Shadows

Chapter 1 ~Night Out/ Morning After~

(A/N) O.K this is the first chapter YAAAAY! :D comment on what you think! Thx xoxo RA€

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"What about him?" Asked my best friend Carla.

Carla and I were at Club 27. Since we are only seventeen we had to go out of town and get some fake id's. It was Thursday and school exams were coming to a close. Carla thought we needed to relax before our exams. I don't drink that often, but Carla does every chance she gets. We also dressed kind of sexy. My blonde hair was naturally curled and put on black skinny jeans and a short-cut tank top that says 'be wild'. Carla had her caramel hair straighten and she was wearing a black strapless dress with a slit up the side. Carla was looking for guys to party with us. I skipped out on the parties, but I have to admit that Carla brings out my rebel bad ass side.

"Ew, no what's wrong with you? He looks thirty," I yelled back over the loud music. The music was playing while we were dancing off to the side. We didn't want to be in the center of attention. Well at least not me, but Carla I had to convince her to stay calm. 

"He isn't that bad. I mean he has a little something-something," she winked. 

"You can have him," I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to the bathroom." I scurried away with a disgusted look on my face. I don't know what she saw in that old geezer. I mean he had facial hair growing out of his face. Most of the guys at school either have a little stumble or none at all.

I saw her when I left the dance floor she was heading over to the bar where the old guy was. I rolled my eyes again, but to myself. Looks like she has landed. Carla always talked to guys and hit on them. That was her specialty. She says that she's looking for her soul mate, but she always goes for the jerks. I feel bad when her heart gets broken. I tell her to go for the cute, nice guys, but she stills go after men. I can admit that she is a player, but you get use to it when you been her friend for all your life. She's the closest thing I have to a family, except for Tracey my older brother whose away at collage in Michigan. Carla and I have been inseperatable for the past 10 years of our lives. We met when we were seven when I moved from Montana to New Jersey. That was when my parents were still alive and my brother, who was eleven, lived here. Carla showed me around and played with me. Soon enough we became best friends.

After washing my hands in the rubbish old sink of the bathroom, I heard bashing, screaming and shouting outside of the Ladies bathroom. 

"You over there... freeze NOW!" Yelled some man's voice outside the door. Freeze now? Oh shit. Those word could only mean one thing. The devious police are breaking through the bar. Oh no, I thought.  

"Ruuuuuuuun," I heard the shouting of someone outside. By that tone of voice I knew that the police probably escorted half the people in the club. I had to think fast before they jolted down the door. I looked around, panicking of what I should do. I saw on the wall a standard window in the last stall. I swear a light bulb went,off in my head. 

CLICK! 

I could only do two things. Have a risk of getting tackled to the ground or jump out that window. I have been flexible ever since gymnastics, so I think those skills will finally come in handy. I took off my heels and hook the straps of them to my jeans. I spit on my hands and rubbed them together. I bit my lip to keep from smirking. I was ready. I then rushed for the window. I sprung through the average space.  

BASH! 

"Hey, you! Stop!" I could tell the constabularies went breaking down the door and my tush still hanging out from the other side. 

SHIT! 

I started to panic. I mean wild type of panic. Anxiety was the word I would describe of how I felt when the cops busted through. I started struggling trying to get through. I felt a jerk on my leg, so I kicked as hard as my bare feet could. "Son of a bitch!" I heard an angered voice.