❋ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 ❋
Ander Muñoz wandered off too far one drunken night. And stumbled upon Reina Velásquez, a raven-haired mystery who goes to a rival school. From then on, competitivene...
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Ander had only one mission tonight. He would get pissed drunk, and maybe drugged up too. One way or another, do or die.
And speaking of dying, he probably would get pummeled to death by Guzmán if his oldest friend were to find out about this. Ander usually appreciated Guzmán looking out for him, but this time Ander didn't need any of his over-protectiveness.
No. Ander would be a lone wolf, just for one night.
Which was why it wasn't an option for Ander to hit any of the usual haunts for Las Encinas students like Club54 and Kluster. He had to venture farther out, tread unfamiliar grounds, where he wouldn't be recognized.
"This looks like a good place to start," Ander murmured to himself as his Uber ride dropped him off and his gaze locked in on the flashing neon lights of a sign that said Nomad Club.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he confidently strolled in through the doors and breathed a sigh of relief when nobody stopped him to check for ID.
"Can I get a glass of whisky on the rocks please?" Ander spoke as he caught the attention of the bartender. "No, wait."
Ander paused before he continued, "Make that two."
---&---
After four glasses of whisky and three vodka shots, Ander was ready to move on to a new spot. Thanks to the alcohol buzz, the night had taken on a soft, warm glow. His shoulders, which had been constantly tense for the past week, were finally relaxed.
Ander walked briskly as the chilly evening air enveloped him. Where should his next destination be?
"Oh my God, Kate! I'm not going to do that!"
Ander turned to see two girls around his age brush past him. With their silky long perfect hair with blond highlights, luxurious faux fur coats, sky-high heels and Chanel bags, they reminded him of the majority of his female schoolmates at Las Encinas. Reeking of wealth, haughtiness and a devil-may-care attitude.
The two girls walked ahead and entered a massive five-story black building pulsing with the hectic beats of an electronic dance track. Intrigued, Ander followed suit – but he was stopped by the bouncer.
"ID?" The bouncer asked, bringing his bulky body frame closer to Ander to block his way.
"I'm with them," Ander quickly said, nodding at the two girls who were inside but standing nearby and lighting up slim cigarette sticks.
The bouncer raised an eyebrow, half-disbelieving. "Kate! Emilia!" he called out. "This guy says he's with you. Is that true?"
The taller girl peered at Ander. After what seemed like an eternity, she replied with a shrug, "Yeah. Let him in, Hector."
