(Melinda's POV)
I observed myself in the mirror, damn I looked good. My black bodycon dress clung to my skin in all the right places, and it came down to the middle of my thigh. My hair was perfectly curled, and my navy stilettos finished off the outfit perfectly. I smirked, and sprayed myself in perfume, tonight was going to be amazing. "Kristen! Are you almost ready?" I screamed, beginning to get impatient. It was pushing almost 12:30am, if we didn't hurry, we'd miss all the hot guys. "Readyyy!" Kristen came skipping out of the bathroom wearing the aqua bodycon dress with slits down the back I let her borrow. She took one look at me and her blue eyes filled with sadness, a pout finding it's way on to her lips. "What?" I laughed, tousling my hair in the mirror. "Even when I feel fucking gorgeous, you always end up making me feel bad about myself. You're fucking perfect and I'm jealous." She said, her eyes filling with tears. "Oh my God shut up. You're older than me, a blonde with blue eyes and a smoking body. I'd kill to look like you." I said, fixing my lipstick. See, Kristen and I have known each other since elementary school, we cheered together up until 7th grade, when I took up dancing. It was my passion, but eventually I just lost interest in it. I was now 16 and she was 18. I was freshly out of 10th grade, and here with my best friend at the Jersey Shore, ready to party till' I dropped. "Thanks babes. Sorry for my little down moment there. I am pretty hot, aren't I?" Kristen smirked, checking herself out in the mirror. I rolled my eyes, and chuckled. "Yeah doll, defentiely. Now, let's head out before all the hot guys are gone!" I grabbed her wrist and we ran out of my aunt's shore house, down to Fever, the newest edition to the series of teen clubs down here at the Shore. The music boomed out of the speakers as we entered, it was my body's natural instinct to move along to it. Kristen laughed, and bumped hips with me, and we moved along to "Beauty and a Beat" by Justin Bieber. It had been ages since I heard this song, and it used to be my jam. As I danced, I felt eyes on me. I looked across the club, and saw a boy that looked my age staring at me, gnawing on his bottom lip. I smirked and winked at him, then grabbed Kristen's hand, and wiggled my way through the crowd, out of his sight. "Where are we going?" She shouted. "Just to the bar." I smirked, noticing I was now out of his sight. I sat down, and ordered a drink. If he wanted me, he'd have to come and get me...
