Tonight is Halloween and the blonde fucks 20th birthday at Breeze Nightclub. The club is filled to the brim with celebrities, socialites, and all of our friends. Breeze has four different levels shaped in a square pattern with a large dance floor on the bottom level that can be seen from each floor.
Jace closed off the top two levels for his birthday to make sure that all of his people were good before outsiders, which may sound expensive but it isn’t at all…for him. Jace being the youngest son of the wealthiest nightclub owner in the world gives him the chance to do any and every thing he wants tonight since hetechnicallyowns the place.
Bottle girls dressed as different story book characters come back around with bright signs and cheers alerting all of the partygoers that tonight is in fact Jace Heart's 20th birthday.
Tonight, all of the team is out, including the freshmen—except for Derek. Delilah’s at home with him this weekend instead of with her grandma so all of us went trick or treating earlier together before the party and Derek went back home to spend quality time with his daughter.
“Idiot!You can’t get a girl's number like that… You’re going to end up on one of those lists.” Braxton frowns, smacking the head of one of our freshmen, Jacob McCarthy. McCarthy, who’s dressed as the wolf from Red Riding Hood, groans as he looks down at his large yellow slippers and sighs as Braxton gives him a stern talking to.
I chuckle as Braxton continues grilling the guy until a girl, dressed in black lingerie with a cat headband over purple and black hair, bumps into me, spilling a small bit of her drink on my costume.
“I’m so sorry! I wasdefinitelynot paying attention.” She sounds genuine enough until she chuckles, I raise a brow at her as she stares up at me.
“Hey! You’re kinda cute, my best friend, Amalia, would eat you right up–”
“Phoenix! What’re you doing here…in that?Hot damn, girl, do a spin!” Jace whistles, holding up the mysterious woman's hand in the air as she giggles, spinning around in a sexy move.
I quickly avert my eyes from the two, Jace can havethat.
“A sexy sailor? Cupid, the things I would do to you if I liked dick,” She teases, kissing his cheek as Jace rolls his eyes.
As themysterious catand Jace make their way back to the packed section, I follow behind, chuckling as the girl continues to bust his balls the entire way.
We’re all seated in our section, some people dancing, but since it’s quieter in this area, a lot of us are sitting around on the couches talking with one another.
I’m deep in an argument with Tu about whether or not he and Charlie are compatible when the guys begin howling and letting out whistles and shouts. I immediately turn to what's causing all the chaos and my mouth drops at the sight ofwhoit is.
Cleo struts towards us dressed in a white corset with the tiniest white ruffled skirt I’ve ever seen in my life. She has on white lace gloves that end mid-bicep, with a white laced veil and frilly garter on her left leg. Her plump lips are decorated with pink gloss and she smirks as she approaches us. I don’t even notice her other friends until Georgia’s voice cuts off the insane thoughts that go through my mind of what I’m going to do to her tonight.
“So, are you saving Cleo tonight? Don’t worry, I’ll set a fire somewhere.” She giggles, clearly a bit tipsy as she smiles wildly at me.
Georgia’s dressed similarly to Cleo. She’s clad in an all-red, off-the-shoulder corset dress that ties in the front. Her makeup is darker, accentuating her eyes and red lips. She also has a kiss print on her right cheek and a single handcuff attached to her left wrist.
“Girl please, he can barely save himself.” An all too familiar voice chuckles, and it’s then that I look up at my annoying cousin who just so happens to be my best friend.
Denver’s in her usual color of choice, black. She has on a black lace bodysuit,clearlylingerie with a minuscule mesh black skirt. Denver’s dark hair is in loose waves over her shoulders while her neck is decorated to look as if her throat had been sliced with blood dripping out.
My eyes widen in horror at the sight of her, “Ew! Go change, dude.” I gag as she groans but before Denver can say anything else, my eyes stray back to Cleo.
Fucking hell.
Have I already mentioned that she’s going to be the death of me?
“Kiss, marry, or kill us.” She grins playfully as she looks up at me, though she’s wearing heels, I still have a good couple inches over her.
“I’ll kiss you, CJ!” one of the guys shout. I don’t care who the fuck it is because she’s coming home with me tonight. But I do turn to glare at every single fuck face behind me to reinstate that point.
“I’ll kiss and marry you right now,” I whisper in Cleo’s ear. She pauses, looking me up and down as a slow smirk creeps onto her face just as she gets bumped into like how I did earlier.
“I am so sorry!” a dark skinned man with a deep voice grumbles out just as the girl behind the man slaps the back of his head.
“Watch where you’re going, Jay! You almost knocked the fine girl–Cleo!?” a brown skinned girl with a blonde wig and faux scars along her face screams, hugging Cleo tight against her.
“Mali?! Oh my God! I thought you weren’t coming! Girl, who is that fine ass man that you just smacked?” Cleo asks, clearly excited to see her friend.
My neck, however, snaps at her comment.
Fine?!I mean he’s not ugly but…fine?!
