EXTRA CREDIT 0.6
904 Words
ALINA'S POV
Apparently, I’m the only one who enjoys skipping class.
After my run-in with Hayes last Tuesday, I asked my friends out for drinks, but no one was willing to risk being hungover in the middle of the week.
It didn’t help that three out of four of them took Hayes’ class and had ridiculously huge—and completely hopeless—crushes on him, so I counted their refusal as petty payback for hitting him at the back of the head.
I still didn’t regret it one bit.
Touching up my makeup, I stared at myself in the mirror with a small smile before blowing myself a kiss like the self-proclaimed diva I was.
I looked good.
“You look good.”
I turned to find Brittany standing behind me.
“Thank you, doll. You look gorgeous too.”
She giggled, tugging at the hem of her short red dress, while I glanced down at my ripped jeans and cropped white satin cami. Casual, hot, and dangerously good-looking—basically my brand.
“Is Brady coming?” I asked, dropping a small switchblade into my purse. You could never be too safe at this school.
Brittany giggled again, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she fiddled with the straps of her heels and nodded.
I fake gagged.
“Honestly, Britt, you could do better than that narcissistic, no-good player.”
She glared at me like she always did whenever I insulted her precious boyfriend.
“Don’t start, Allie. Tonight is supposed to be fun.”
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed our room keys and headed for the door.
“Whatever, Miss I’m-So-In-Love.”
She huffed, pushing her curled blonde hair out of her face before grabbing her red clutch and following me out.
“Order an Uber,” I said as we pushed through the crowded dorm halls filled with girls getting dressed for a Friday night out—or staying in and pretending to work on assignments while secretly rewatching Gossip Girl.
“But Brady is supposed to pick us up,” Brittany whined.
Her phone pinged with a notification, and her face lit up.
I fake gagged again when I realized it was Brady.
She seriously needed a hobby. Or a new boyfriend.
I could easily set her up with the guy from my math class who kept asking for her number.
I was lost in thought when I felt her tug on my finger.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
I noticed her downcast expression and bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led us outside into the cool evening breeze.
“He isn’t coming. His car is in the shop.”
“Oh.”
That was all I said as I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber.
“Well, that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun tonight, right, Britt?”
I pinched her cheeks, stretching her lips into a smile.
“Now smile before I change my mind and decide to beat Brady up instead.”
She laughed, slipping her phone back into her clutch.
“Yeah… okay. Let’s go have fun.”
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The first thing that hit me when Brittany and I stepped into the club was the heat.
The second was the smell of alcohol, expensive perfume, and terrible decisions.
Purple lights flashed across sweaty bodies packed tightly on the dance floor while bass-heavy music rattled the walls.
By our fifth shot, I was pleasantly tipsy.
Then I saw him.
Hayes.
And because I clearly lacked self-preservation skills, I smiled at the first attractive stranger who looked my way and pulled him straight onto the dance floor.
The stranger smiled instantly, and under the dim purple lights, I finally got a better look at him.
Lip piercings.
An ear piercing.
A tattoo sleeve running down his right arm.
He looked like the kind of man your parents warned you about—and the kind you ignored those warnings for.
Very bad idea.
Very attractive.
His hands slid around my waist as my body moved in sync with his.
“You’re good at this,” he whispered into my ear, his husky voice sending a shiver down my spine.
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
I blamed the alcohol.
ADRIAN’S POV
Adrian sipped his whiskey as he stared at his least favorite student dancing with his i***t younger brother.
“Stupid girl,” he muttered under his breath before downing the rest of his drink.
His eyes drifted back to Alina.
Her silky black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, framing her small waist and dangerous curves as she moved effortlessly to the music.
His jaw tightened.
He looked away, irritated with himself for noticing.
Standing abruptly, he considered dragging her out of the club himself and demanding an explanation for why she was there in the first place.
This club was one of the most frequent hotspots for gangs, for God’s sake.
What the hell was she thinking?
His fingers flexed at his sides as he fought the urge to walk over to her.
But then she suddenly froze.
And so did he.
The playful expression on her face disappeared, replaced by something colder.
Her hands clenched into fists.
Adrian slowly sat back down and signaled for another drink, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
This should be interesting.
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