“The jerk wears Prada, how cliché.”
Aurora
Turns out the emergency Maya had was her just being her dramatic self, as usual seeking attention, got to love that girl.
The week went by pretty quick, I hardly even had time to breathe properly since I've been so preoccupied with assignments and tests, I could use a break and well that's how I find myself here. Seated in front of Maya's overly large and might I add very pink vanity table, she's such a girly girl, damn if I told her that to her face I'd probably receive a punch to mine.
Anyway, she thought it would be fun to go out to this new club that opened up a few roads away from her place.
I think she said it's called, “Sinners.”
The name alone leaves goosebumps all over my sensitive skin, I, of course, tried talking her out of going honestly the whole club vibe isn't my thing.
I simply despise the stench of alcohol and sweaty bodies all around me. I don't understand how people enjoy consuming so much alcohol, especially knowing that a hangover awaits you the next morning, just disgusting, plus the headaches are worse. I got drunk just once and believe me I learned my lesson, I'm never touching alcohol again, okay even though I say this, I sometimes tend to sin a little. I'm human, cut me some slack.
“Eh Maya don't you think this dress is a tad short,” I say while coming out of her large closet, “I look like a cheap hooker with these god awful heels.” Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets when she sees me standing by the mirror trying to pull down this flimsy mustard dress, honestly, this shouldn't even be considered a dress, it's way too short and my boobs are practically on display for everyone!
“Holy s**t!” I hear Maya say, suddenly appearing next to me, “you're so damn sexy, why on earth do you always cover up so much?” She questions me while squeezing my boobs, “hey that hurts you imbecile,” I slap her touchy hands away from me and roll my eyes.
“Seriously though Rora you're an exquisite beauty, so pure yet ravishing if only you could see what everyone else does.” She continues to harass me with her makeup brushes and whatnot. When she's done I stare at the reflection in the mirror, damn she's good I almost couldn't even recognize myself.
She roughly grabs my hand and darts to the exit of her apartment, “come on tonight's going to be the best night of your church girl life!” She says laughing, “hey don't bring church in this, I already feel like such a sinner just wearing this hookery dress.” To which she just rolls her big eyes at me.
Once we arrive, I can already tell I'm going to hate it, maybe when she's dancing I can make a run for it, she simply loves shaking her ass. Great so all I have to do is pretend I'm having a good time and when she's not paying any attention to me I'll be gone, yes perfect! You got this Aurora!
“Two s*x on the beach please!” Maya practically screams in the bartenders face. “Nah I think I'm just going-”
She covers my mouth quickly with her hand, “you are going to drink it Rora and you're going to have an amazing time tonight just for once enjoy life, be reckless!” She grabs her drink and downs it before I could say anything and hands me mine with a smirk plastered on her pretty face, damn her babyface!
With a small smile, I take the sinful substance from her hands and drink it quickly, it's just one drink I say to myself.
2 hours later.
Why are there two Maya's, wait am I floating? Dammit I'm drunk why on earth did I listen to her? I can already feel a headache consuming me, I hold my head feeling as though I'm about to pass out on this barstool.
“There you are,” a very drunk Maya states while turning this barstool around facing the dance floor, okay I think these bright lights are making me feel dizzy.
“Look at all this opportunity Rora!” I look at her like she'd grown two heads, “what the hell are you talking about?” She slaps me on the forehead, “you're getting laid tonight, so choose your pick, it's about damn time you let loose and explore your sexuality, see that handsome fellow over there,”
she points to an average-looking guy around his mid-twenties, “I choose him,” and with that, she wobbles away and falls into the arms of a stranger.
It's so easy for her to indulge in such s****l activities, but I'm so weird I'd probably make the guy hate s*x. I mean I'm no virgin, but I'm no expert either, I've only been with one guy and honestly, it wasn't as I had expected it to be. I guess because I'm a sucker for romance novels and the classics, my expectations are sky-high when it comes to men, I long for intimacy rather than just casual s*x.
I sigh and walk towards the exit, some best night of my life I think to myself and scoff. As I'm leaving a wave of nausea hits me like a whirlwind and I immediately throw up the contents of those awful drinks.
“f**k!” I hear a man roar out loud.
When I look up it's then I realize I throw up all over this angry man's expensive shoes. Oh s**t!
“Just look at what you've done, if you can't handle your alcohol little girl then why drink at all?” He screams in my face and immediately removes his shoes, leaving it left there on the sidewalk, and makes his way back to his plush car.
“What an asshole!” I mumble to myself
To which he spins around, “what did you say?” If looks could kill I'd be 6 feet down by now.
Wait for a second now that he's in the light I recognize him, he's the jerk from Quins Cafe!
I quickly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and turn around to leave, the last thing I want is to have a heated argument with the Mayor's son.
“I'll have you know that pair of shoes probably cost more than your entire apartment,” he loudly says in his thick British accent, although it sounds like it has a touch of another, Italian maybe?
I chuckle lightly and turn around, “oh I don't doubt that, my deepest apologies your highness,” I say and do a little curtsy before turning around to leave this stupid place.
He scoffs, “I see they let in low–class hookers now.” Okay now that pissed me off, but I just ignore this foolish i***t. He may be one handsome devil but he's a total asshole in my books!