[FORMERLY TITLED AS ARTIST'S BRUSH]
❝ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺. ❞
in which a purple-haired rebel try to convince a red-haired nerd, who is keeping a secret, to run away with her.
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Artist's Brush! three. Rich girls just want to have fun!- (part two)
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After they walked to the door of the bar, some old guys outside of the bar whistled at them as they entered the bar. Cheryl bit back how uncomfortable she was.
Cheryl instantly regretted it when she entered the bar. The bar smells of whiskey and tequila, and it reeks of cigarettes, not to mention, old men were throwing money at the naked ladies that were dancing on poles. Oh- she doesn't even want to talk about how the majority of guys that are staring at them are creepy old men.
Cheryl hid her disgust and walked alongside with Daisy and Freya. Daisy looked uncomfortable as this wasn't her usual scenery while Freya had her usual 'don't talk to me' face.
Cheryl frowned when, out of the corners of her eyes, she spotted Stella twirling her hair and biting her lip at the guys at the bar. Kathleen stopped causing the rest of the group to stop, and apparently, Kathleen also caught on to Stella's movement and slapped her hand, causing her to drop it.
"Seriously, Stella, stop. It's one thing to sleep and flirt with the boys at school but, it's another to flirt with old guys at a nightclub on the bad side of town!" Said Kathleen, sternly. "You don't even know what diseases they might have- and you too! You probably have STD by the way you are sleeping with boys."
Cheryl could sense Stella was trying her hardest to bite back a remark and rolled her eyes. And Cheryl couldn't help but agree with Kathleen-Cheryl is surprised that Stella wasn't pregnant. Instead, Stella nodded and, Kathleen rolled her eyes and continued walking without Stella. Stella rolled her eyes and muttered something that Cheryl couldn't catch. Stella winked at the bartender and continued walking. Cheryl was behind the rest of them, and Daisy had to pull her along.
They went upstairs to a secluded room where the rest of the party that Kathleen had talked about was there. The room was small, cramping everyone together, and would give someone claustrophobic a heart attack. As they entered, the room instantly became louder and a shouting increase that Cheryl winced.
"Chanel, damn, girl!"
"Stella, wanna go to the bathroom? It has a lock if you know what I mean."
Chanel, Stella, Freya had split up and gone to their respective place, leaving Daisy, Kathleen, and Cheryl in the midst of it all. Daisy had shifted closer to Cheryl, practically holding her hand. Kathleen was looking for Reggie Mantle as she did promise Cheryl that she would try to get her with him. Cheryl stood there.
Kathleen looked at her and told her, "C'mon, help me find yourman."
Cheryl bit her lips and nodded, she examined her surroundings.
