My Crazy Neighbor

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Beauty POV

I wore a fitted red mini dress and two-inch heels, with my straight and flowing hair. I didn't put on any makeup because I dislike the feeling of it on my face, and I'm not comfortable wearing it.

I sighed. This is only my second time going to a bar. The first time was with my cousin for her birthday, but I don't drink.

I dislike parties and bars because they are noisy, and I'm not used to them. The first time I went, my expression must have been off because I saw people making out everywhere.

After getting ready, I quickly left and took a taxi as it was already 6:57 pm, and they were looking for me. I got in, paid, thanked the driver, and got out.

The 'Frenzy Bar' greeted me with many people as I entered. Some seemed indifferent, with couples kissing, cuddling, and making out.

I avoided eye contact and walked towards the bar entrance. Two men on the side let me pass, and suddenly, I felt nervous about my decision. The strong smell of alcohol hit me as I entered, making me cringe. Everyone here seemed to be having a good time. I ignored this and quickly looked for the VIP area they reserved. I went up the stairs and saw them with another man.

Lana was laughing with the man, as well as Luna and Mark, but Luna, as usual, had a serious expression. I furrowed my brows, thinking we were supposed to be alone.

"Why is there a man? I was about to leave." Lana caught my attention and waved happily.

"Beauty! Come here!" They and their friends looked at me.

Feeling uncomfortable, I managed to smile and walk over to them.

"Quick, come here," Xiana happily pulled my arm to sit on the soft couch and handed me a glass of tequila.

"Go on, drink," Lana urged.

I looked at the glass they were drinking from and hesitated. I never liked the taste of it, even though others said it was good.

"No, it's fine. I'll just have juice--"

"Juice? Denise, we're here to drink at the bar, and our finals are coming up. Have some fun for once, right?" she chuckled, nudging her companion.

"Drink up, girl. Your life is so boring," Mark interjected.

"Don't mind them. They're already drunk. Just drink if you want." Luna said seriously, downing the tequila before placing it on the table.

I looked at my glass and slowly drank it. I closed my eyes at the taste that hit my throat, quickly swallowed it without hesitation, and squeezed the lemon on the side. This is the last time I'll ever drink this tequila.

"See, it's good," Lana grinned and laughed.

I forced a smile, stood up quickly, and excused myself. I felt hot, not expecting the tequila to hit me so fast.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" Lana's male companion offered. I didn't like the way he had looked at me since I arrived.

I immediately rejected him.

"I can handle myself."

"No, let him escort you--" Lana interjected, heating up not just my body but my head too.

"I said it's fine," I firmly stated.

They fell silent at my words. I didn't want to be rude, but I didn't want to engage with them again, especially the man I knew they were teasing now. It's different from when I first met them. I felt there was something wrong with the drink.

I gave them a cold stare. Not one of them spoke.

"I'm out," I said finally and turned away from them. I needed to leave this place immediately. The heat I felt was getting worse.

I struggled to hold onto the wall, feeling weak and dizzy. The heat I felt intensified, and tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't want to call my friend because she would be furious with me, and my dad might trace where I am.

I sat down, realizing I shouldn't have trusted them from the start. I concluded that they must have put something in my drink. They didn't tell me there was a man with them, and I really didn't like the way Lana's companion looked at me earlier, which made me uncomfortable. Why did she insist on accompanying me with that man?

Tears fell as the burning sensation overwhelmed me, and I felt utterly embarrassed. I really didn't know what to do. I looked up and saw two black pairs of shoes in front of me, my vision blurred as I looked up.

I knew it was a man.

I swallowed hard, unable to make out his face until he bent down to meet my gaze. My lips parted when I saw his serious face, his slightly messy hair. He wore a white t-shirt and black pants, his strong cologne filling my nose, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked at me.

He was a striking man with a captivating dark charm. His style effortlessly combined sophistication and edge, turning heads wherever he went. I couldn't speak and just kept staring at him. This man was unreal. I swallowed hard as I looked at his lips.

I quickly looked away. This is really bad, Beauty!

Tears welled up again. I shouldn't be feeling this...

"Such a crying kid, tsk!" he coldly whispered.

What is happening to myself?

I wanted to kiss him.

I wanted to ease the heat in my body.

I hate myself now.

I pinched myself.

"C-can you help me?" I struggled to ask, holding onto my dress tightly, tears welling up from the heat I felt. He raised an eyebrow, his face serious.

"A favor?" he raised the corner of his lips.

"I don't make it for free."

I don't know why my lips uttered those words willingly, or maybe it's what I wanted. All I wanted now was to alleviate even a bit of what I was feeling.

"K-kiss me."

I don't know why, but I felt like I was taking a risk and sealing a deal with the devil. A dark smirk formed on his red lips.

"Sure."