We Broke Up

5 - Girls Night Out

I couldn't hear what Denise was saying over the loud mix of pop, house and techno music in the club.

"What?!" I yelled.

She grabbed my arm and leaned closer. "I said..." Her next words were muffled as the crowd of dancers that surrounded us then screamed what the DJ instructed while Francesca and Sophie were flung towards us by the sudden rush of bodies jumping on the dance floor.

All three of us were clustered in a drunk hug, barely able to keep ourselves up, balancing against each other and laughing our tipsy asses off.

Denise grunted and rolled her eyes then grabbed my hand before pulling me through the sea of dancers in the huge club, with the still giggling Francesca and Sophie at our heels. We walked across tables and couches of boozed-up party goers then up the stairs to our VIP room where we have been staying since we arrived at around 11pm until after midnight when two servers carried in a black and yellow 2-tier cake and sang me a birthday song.

Birthday wishes, candle blowing, some cake stuffing, a bottle of wine and an hour later, we decided to join the party downstairs and chugged down some shots. Needless to say, two beers, five shots of Tequila and three flaming b*****b cocktails later, I was goggled.

Denise sat me down on the couch and gave me some water to drink. "Miss Naveah Montefrio, what the heck do you think you're doing?" She asked, her voice raised a pitch higher than usual.

I pressed the heel of my palm to my temple to lean my head on which I felt at the moment was so heavy that it was about to fall off. I didn't get what she was mad about and why she was screaming at me.

"What now, Mom?" I grunted.

She let out an exasperated sigh while Francesca and Sophie giggled at my last question. Denise was acting like a Mom which was so unlike her.

Denise slumped down on the couch beside me and pulled up my white bustier tube top which was slightly out of place. She didn't talk for a while, probably watching the three of us disapprovingly.

"Are you girls that drunk that you didn't notice that guy was trying to grab your ass, Naveah?" She asked.

"What?!" I exclaimed suddenly awake.

"What?!" Francesca seconded, sounding more sober than a second ago.

"Which guy? Cute ba?" Sophie giggled as she crawled up on the table and leaned to look out the glass window to the dance floor.

"Sophia May!!!" We all glared at her.

"Fine. Sorry." Sophie said unapologetically as she threw her hands up in the air.

"Stay here. Lagot sa akin yang bastos na yan." Denise said, already on her feet.

"Denise, ayan ka na naman. Umupo ka nga." Francesca commanded.

She did. "What now? Hahayaan na lang natin yung gagong yun na bastusin si Naveah?"

"Denise..." I called softly and held her hand. "Thank you." I smiled. "Nothing happened. You already saved me. You don't need to do anything more. This has been the most amazing night with you girls." I said as I opened up my arms and stretched them out to gather my best friends in a hug. "This, by far, is the best birthday ever. There's nothing more I could ever ask from you, my bestest friends in the whole wide universe." I grinned and we all huddled in a hug.

"Wait!" Francesca stopped what was about to become a Drunk Girls Crying Fest. "There is one more thing we have for you, birthday girl." She smiled.

"What?"

"Beach party!" She declared and we all cheered.

Ten minutes later, we were all happily making our way out of the club to Francesca's car that was to pick us up for the trip to the beach. Of course our big sister had the sense to figure out we would all be too intoxicated to drive ourselves back in Denise's black Jaguar.

I stepped out of the door and was hit by the cold 5am air which was a welcome relief from the crowded club. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hey there, sweet lips. Enjoying the breeze?" I heard a man's voice say from behind me. I immediately turned to look at the guy who was sauntering towards me with a smirk on his face.

He was a few inches taller than me, pale-skinned, thick brows, pointed nose, and just an over-all scumbag look. I was instantly revolted. "You know... I have other things I know you will enjoy..." He spoke slowly in an attempt to seduce me. Ugh! Not. Happening. Ever.

"Not interested." I answered coldly.

"Come on, pretty. You know you want to." He said as he stepped closer.

"I'm sure I don't." I told him firmly.

He was about to grab my arm when the girls burst through the door. "It's that jerk from the dance floor!" Denise announced and marched towards us. "Get your filthy hands away from her!"

"Woah! Calm down, Miss. I was just asking your friend to hangout." He said.

"And I told him I'm not interested." I added.

"She said she's not interested and you're still here? The nerve. Get lost!" Sophie told him.

"Hey! You sure, sweet lips?" The guy looked at me again, totally ignoring my friends. "I'm like the hottest guy here and I have money to take you anywhere you want, do anything you want. Ano pang ayaw mo?" He asked.

"You." I answered. "Ayaw ko sa'yo. I don't speak scumbag." I raised an eyebrow as I heard the girls snicker behind me.

The guy's face looked like it lost all its color and his jaw dropped. He was probably not used to girls telling him exactly what kind of trash he was.

"Besides..." Francesca said. "We're leaving. Her boyfriend is here to pick us up." She told him and the guy became even paler if that was possible.

Boyfriend? What boyfriend? Don't tell me...

"That's him over there." Francesca pointed to the guy in white shirt and slim jeans beside her black Porsche Cayenne. He had his back to us but he seemed quite familiar.

"As you can see, he can easily beat your ass with those biceps. Are you going to wait for him to turn and see you bothering his girlfriend or are you leaving?" Francesca smirked.

"Fine. I'm leaving." The guy said and left.

"Ate Ches..." I was about to ask her who the guy was.

"I'll explain later." She said as she hugged my arm and led me to her car with Denise and Sophie right behind us.

"Hi, Kuya. We're here na. Thank you for agreeing to be our driver on short notice. You are highly recommended by Mang Rene (Francesca's regular driver for five years now.)"

"Walang problema, Ma'am Francesca. Salamat po sa tiwala. Ako muna pong bahala sa inyo habang wala si Ninong." Our weekend driver said then fixed his eyes on me. "Miss Naveah." He smiled and I felt a little flutter in my stomach.

It's him. The singing telegram guy. What was his name again? TJ? MJ? DJ? JJ?

Why? Why him again? Is the universe testing how strong I can hold up against the temptation of an uber cute dimpled guy with a face of an angel and a body of a god while I'm trying to live my life as an independent woman who doesn't need a man to make her happy?

Well, universe, let me tell you this... Not even this beautiful specimen of a man can break me.

He opened the doors for us and held out his hand to help us up.

When it was my turn, I looked at his open palm then his face blankly. "No, thank you." I said, got in the backseat on my own and closed the door.

He chuckled and shook his head as he got in the driver's seat then watched me through the rearview mirror as he started the engine. He glanced at me from time to time throughout the rest of the trip and each stare was too heavy for me not to notice no matter how hard I tried to ignore him.

That was the longest two hours I have ever spent on a car ride to the beach.