One Shot of Tequila

"I don't know..." I say hesitantly. My body leaning over the counter staring at the tequila shot glass in her hand. Nathalie rolled her eyes. "C'mon! It's like this." She grabbed another shot off the table and downed it instantly. Her mouth glistened with the liquor.

 "You got something." I pointed to the edge of her lip. 

"Oh" she chuckled. With her thumb, she grazed her lip and swiped the liquid on her shirt, letting the white cloth tint to brown. "You have to forget about Jared!"

Ever since I caught Jared, my ex-boyfriend, hooking up with Rebecca Hayward, I've been a complete mess. What the hell is up with me? Let one guy break your heart and life feels like it's crashing down. Maybe Nathalie is right. I took a deep breath. 

"Just... don't let me regret this." I say, taking the glass out of her hand. Lifting it to my lips, I let it meet me as I tilt my head back. The harsh sting lingers in my throat, but I ignore it. 

"Okay, what next?" I ask. She smirks in satisfaction "Now, we dance!" Grabbing my hand, she pulls me toward the crowd of bodies. 

My body sways in rhythm, letting go of all my troubles. Suddenly, her face darkened. Nathalie leaned closer to me and spoke loudly over the music. "Don't look now, but he's here."

I followed her eyes and saw him. My heart sank to my stomach as my palms began to sweat. She grasped my arm."Just ignore him. You're here to have fun, remember?"

I nodded and continue to dance. After a while, I felt much lighter, I feel...free. 

Suddenly, I felt hands grasping my waist. Swaying my hips to the rhythm, I turned around. A tall guy was dancing with me. His face was pretty hot. I couldn't help but stare into his dark green eyes.

 "Liam." he says loudly. I smiled back. "I'm Emma."

"Wanna dance?" he asks. I chuckled at him. "Aren't we already?" He rolled his eyes playfully. "You're absolutely right." We continued to dance and I enjoyed every moment of it. 

I wondered if Nathalie was dancing with someone too. I looked around and she was nowhere. 

"I'm sorry, have you seen my friend? She has black hair and wore a white Ramones T-shirt?" I asked him. He looked confused but then his eyes drifted past me. 

"Uh, is that her?" I swiveled around and saw her come out of the bathroom. 

" I have to go." I left him and strode towards her. Her eyes widened as I stopped in front of her.

"Hey? You just left me all by myself." I said. My eyes shifted down at her shirt. 

"I could've sworn you had a white shirt." 

She was silent. Something flickered in her eyes, I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. As if she was hiding something. Looking down at her shirt, she chuckled. 

 "What are you talking about? I've been wearing red the whole time."

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So, this was my short story for the Blumhouse writing contest! What do you guys think? I wanna know your thoughts in the comments and if you give it a like, I will very appreciate it! See ya!! :)

-K