She's only mine.

Abigail Johnson . ~ I sat there, trying to gather all the courage I needed to open the report card for the entire semester. I attempted to open it slowly, but I closed it quickly before I could see my results. If I failed this semester, Mr. Johnson would definitely make me regret being alive. My best friend, Riley, had just opened her report, and she wasn't disappointed. She raced towards me to give me a huge hug but stopped herself when she noticed I hadn't opened my report card. "Just open it. What's the worst thing that can happen?" she said, trying her best to encourage me to open the report card. Was she crazy? The worst thing that could happen was definitely failing the entire semester. She took the report card from my hands. I tried to stop her from opening it, but her height advantage at 5'9 feet to my 5'3 made it easy for her to raise her hands and difficult for me to retrieve the report. She opened it for me, and she was more excited than anything, jumping up and down. "Of course, my baby girl made it!" We shared a friendship hug. "We're definitely going to celebrate this. I know a nice club we can go to and have fun. We've earned it," she said without meeting my gaze. She knew I was likely to decline, but she was right. We deserved a night out. It wouldn't hurt anyone, right? It's just one night, so I shouldn't worry, right? I wish when my mind suggested I should've said no, no, absolutely not to the idea of going to the club. If only I had a time stone, I might have reversed time and purposely failed to avoid being at that club. After checking the results, I went home for my father to see them too. I had promised Riley we would meet at 8:00 before the gate, knowing my father would be asleep by then. When I got home, I showed my father the results, and he was pleased. My father, in his mid-50s, had taken on both mother and father roles since my mother's passing when I was 10. I became his little angel, not wanting to burden him with anything. I studied diligently, turned down many boys at school. Riley would often tease, "Grandma Abigail, you're a mood killer." Was she right? Rejecting boys didn't make me a party pooper. Remaining a virgin at 18 didn't make me stingy. I simply didn't want my father to worry. But today, I intended to enjoy myself because Mr. Johnson had given me a free pass. Please, no scolding about why I told my dad about the club plans. I'm a daddy's girl; I can't lie to him. He doesn't deserve that. However, the free pass had rules: no alcohol due to my age, which was easy since I disliked the smell, and no s*x with anyone, which was also easy as I was saving myself for marriage, just like my mother did. Dad gave me some money and told me to have fun. I forgot to mention Riley's fake IDs to him, too, but after a quick shower, Dad was fast asleep. Does Dad need to know everything? I wanted to wake him and explain, but Riley was already at the gate, bombarding me with messages. "Coming down, Riley. It's only 8:05," I texted, showing her I hadn't stood her up. Riley . ~ "Well, well, would you look at that," I exclaimed, taking in the sight before me. Abigail was dressed to kill, her innocent face illuminated by the moon. Her sleek, form-fitting dress accentuated her curves and round bottom. She opted for flats, no makeup, yet she outshone my overly made-up self. I wasn't envious; she's my crazy, innocent friend, and as they say, opposites attract. I'm the no-nonsense, talkative, hot one, and she's my complete opposite. It's not that she's unattractive; she's cute, and I'm hot. Comparing a cutie to a hottie is just over the top. "Okay, I'll go change my dress," Abigail offered after seeing my surprised expression. However, she wasn't changing anything; we were definitely going to score more free cocktails, most of which I'd end up drinking alone since Abigail found alcohol distasteful. "No, you look stunning just as you are. I didn't know you could look this way," I complimented her before hailing a cab. Fortunately, it was a bustling night, making it easy to catch a ride.As we climbed into the cab, I informed the driver that we wanted to head to a club in the north, hoping he wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he began to make small talk, probing into personal matters. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I thought to myself, can't drivers just mind their own business or, better yet, stay silent? The relentless questioning continued as we made our way to the club, leaving me feeling increasingly uncomfortable. Upon arriving, I hesitated to pay the driver, but Abigail insisted, and begrudgingly, I handed over the fare. "Opposites attract, they say. I shouldn't have paid for that ride; it was far from enjoyable." I made a mental note of the cab's number plate to avoid a similar experience in the future. "Abi, are you having second thoughts?" I inquired, noticing her unease. She simply shook her head, indicating that she was resolute in her decision. This was the Abi I needed today, shedding her innocent facade. Tonight, we were going all out. Taking her hand, I led us towards the club entrance, where two imposing men stood guard, checking tickets and IDs. Abigail . ~ Riley confidently presented the bouncers with fake IDs, and much to our relief, they didn't suspect a thing. She produced two tickets out of thin air, and without question, we were granted entry into Sinner, a club that had only existed in news stories for me. The club was bathed in a dim, purplish light that exuded an alluring ambiance. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, setting the tone for the night ahead. Riley excused herself to fetch drinks from the nearby bar, and though I allowed her some freedom, I emphasized the importance of keeping me informed of her whereabouts. "Don't worry, Grandma Abigail, I'll be careful," she quipped, disappearing into the crowd. As I began to dance, feeling the music pulse through me, I failed to notice the attention I had garnered. Lost in the rhythm, I had no idea how long Riley, the wild one, had been gone. Alex Romano . ~ When I laid eyes on her, time seemed to stand still. Amidst the swirling lights, she stood out, her every movement a mesmerizing dance. From my vantage point on the master floor, I watched her sway her hips, her brunette locks cascading around her like a veil. She ignited a primal desire within me, awakening a lust that I typically kept under control. Her mere presence had shattered my composure, stirring a craving to possess her completely. I wanted to descend and claim her, to lose myself in her entirely. My Ak47, as I called it, was primed and ready, hungering for her touch. The effect she had on me was profound; if she could unravel a man as controlled as myself, what chance did others stand? I wouldn't allow anyone else to lay claim to what was mine; their gazes would be met with ruthless retaliation. She danced for me and me alone, a realization that fueled my determination to make her mine at all costs. The meeting could wait; she was the only thing that mattered now. Leaving my trusted associate Diego in charge, I made my way to the ground floor, my resolve unwavering.