Into You (COMPLETE)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9:

Emma's POV:

“Ready to be drunk?” Jules asks me while wearing her black stilettos. She is wearing a black leather skirt with and a black bralette top with it. She is very confident for someone showing so much skin.

“Heck yeah!” Veronica says. She is already set to leave. She is wearing a black skater skirt with white crop top and white heels.  Isabella is wearing a navy blue dress which is tight around the waist and flowed down right afterward, reaching about mid-thigh. She paired it with black converse.

“I just hope it’s worth all the effort we put in.” I say as I grab the house keys and ask everybody to leave. I take one last look at myself at the mirror near the door. I am wearing a blood red dress that hugs my body like a second skin. I paired it with plain red heels. My hair has natural beach waves, thanks to Bella. I had mascara on which made my blue eyes pop, with winged eye liner. I don’t remember when I last had so much make up on. I feel pretty.

We get into the Uber, and reach the club in ten minutes. The guys had decided to meet us here directly. We get out of the cab when Veronica says that the guys may be late and told us to get in and order drinks. We enter the bar without standing in the line.

Right as I step in the bar, I feel like there is no air to breathe. There are people everywhere and there is barely any space to walk.

“Come on”! Veronica says and gets lost in the crowd with Bella. Jules goes near the tables to get some drinks. I tag along and walk behind her.

“Oww!” I say while rubbing my nose. “At least warn me before stopping.” I go around her to see what stopped her and see Sean flirting with some girl from college. It must have hurt her because she has a thing for him.

“Don’t sulk. Show him what he lost” I try encouraging her. I think it kind of boosts her confidence as she struts past them as if nothing bothers her. We take 2 shots each and go on the dance floor.

 Hey brother by Avicii is playing and the booze is kicking in. I am dancing like I have never before. And I know it’s the more 2 or 3 shots of vodka I had later on as I don’t dance, like ever. I am not a dance person at all. 

I am in the middle of dancing when I feel
hands on my waist.

I don’t turn around to look who it is. But we keep dancing together. I am too drunk to think anything through so we keep dancing. We dance in sync. His hands are everywhere. Every part of my body is on fire. I turn around and lock my hands and look in his green eyes. I run my hands through his hair, he has such soft hair. I don’t recognize the guy because of the hazy vision but I just want to enjoy myself.

I start feeling a little thirsty so I excuse myself. The hot guy follows me till the table and he sits in front of me. I discretely check him out. He is wearing black jeans that shows his tight ass, which he has paired with a black t-shirt and a leather jacket too. I have to say, he looks really hot.

“Don’t eye rape me, I know I am hot” he says very close to my ear. I can feel his hot breath on my cheek. I blushed a little as I feel embarrassed that I wasn’t that discreet while checking him out. He orders water for the both of us. I can't look him in the eye. After a few awkward seconds of the both of us staring at each other. He starts leaning in for a kiss. His hand is on my cheek, gently rubbing it. His other hand is on my waist, slightly caressing it. I have this tingly feeling. It's like my body is on fire, where ever he is touching.

And suddenly, I remember something that I shouldn't have thought about. I have to get out of here as I start to feel suffocated. Before a panic attack could start and scare the hot guy, I decide to get out of here.

This is not my place. I am not the person who parties. I am not the girl who kisses random strangers. I don't know if it's that drinks or the surroundings but I know I shouldn't have come here. I feel like a slut, I feel embarrassed. I am not the person who dresses to impress. I.. I stop my train of thoughts and get the hell out of this place

“Umm…I have to go” I say. I quickly get out of the place in my drunken state. I go outside and order a cab to go. I get in the cab and get back to the apartment within minutes. I pay the cab and somehow get to the apartment.

I don't know how those thoughts came. I don't know what brought them upon me. I just couldn't take it. I am thinking too much, I need to sleep. I sit on my bed and  wrap my hands around my knees, I put my head in the middle. I hold my head to stop those negative thoughts from coming back.

Before I realise, I start crying. I fall asleep after sometime.

That night I dream of the hot guy.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
"The prettiest eyes have cried the most." -Unknown

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