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Twenty One

Twenty One

Return of the Sancho

"Don't fucking play with me in here"

I waited for Tyler to message me back but after 30 minutes he hadn't. I decided that was a good thing. We were going to enjoy this last night. It would be sort of like closure for me. I decided once I found out I wouldn't tell the others. They would talk me out of it some how and I couldn't let that happen. This was the ultimate betrayal from someone I've known almost all of my life.

Brittany found a popular local club for us to go to. She said from  the reviews it was a nice vibe. We all agreed and headed that way. Lina was given the task to call ahead to see if we could reserve a section.

I had been in deep thought about my situation and what I was about to have to do. My anxiety was on ten just anticipating the nightmares that would follow. I needed to loosen up with a drink, but couldn't because of this baby. I wasn't even sure I would keep it. It made the most sense not to, but I couldn't bring myself to it. I already took his cousin. Wouldn't an abortion be cruel?

Typical Charlie. Thinking of everyone but me. His cousin was a rat. Fuck him

We headed inside as we were led to our section. Eyes were all on us, and I felt that familiar feeling of wanting to shrink into a mouse and run out. Drinks were passed around and the smell of the brown liquor was tempting.  I could just drink tonight and get rid of this baby next week. It's the most logical thing to do.

No. Ugh.

A sober night.

A group of guys made their way over. I noticed Terrance was among them. He had a different set of friends than the ones from before.  One in particular caught my eye.

My friends tell me all of the time that I have a type. I was starting to notice it was true. I didn't even  notice I was licking my lips at Terrance's mystery friend. His demeanor gave off big dick energy.