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Mia
"Mia!" Sarah cries and I quickly pull on my strappy heels, throwing open the bathroom door I narrow my eyes as she claps her hands like a seal. "You look hot!" She smiles widely, "Are you planning on handing in your V-card tonight?"
I roll my eyes, that's all she's focused on. "No plans to." This has been a constant discussion between us in the last month, I haven’t found anyone who I’m attracted to and I’m worried that there’s something wrong with me.
She huffs at me as she flicks her blond hair over her shoulder, "Mia, you're going to college, no one goes to college as a virgin anymore."
"Shut up." I say as I throw my bag on the floor, "I'm ready whenever you are." My nerves are setting in, I've never done anything like this before, if Mom knew what Sarah and I have planned she'd go crazy, she believes that I'm staying at Sarah's and Sarah's mom thinks she's staying with me tonight.
She claps her hands together and grins, "Let’s go, I'm so excited. Tonight is going to be epic." She links her arm through mine and we walk out of the motel room and towards the BART station, four stops and we’ll be in San Fran. My excitement is building as the adrenaline courses through my body.
Walking up to the club, there’s a long line and I sigh, the longer we wait the more nervous I’m going to get, but Sarah grabs my hand and practically drags me toward the front of the line, causing a lot of groans from the people in the queue as we pass them and I instantly feel bad. I’d be pissed too if someone was cutting the line. “Hey Jagger.” Sarah purrs as we come to a stop.
Jagger’s at least six foot seven along with having tattoos snaking across his neck and when combined with his shaven head, gives him a menacing aura. He takes a sweeping glance at both Sarah and I, a smile spreading across his face. “Damn Sarah, looking good.” He winks as he holds out his hands and we both pass him the fake IDs Sarah’s brother Frankie got for us. He doesn’t really pay much attention to them as his gaze is directed on Sarah’s chest, he just hands them back to us, “Have a wonderful night ladies.” He nods his head indicating for us to go on ahead.
Both Sarah and I casually stroll into the club, while inside I’m squealing. I can’t believe we managed to get in. “Look a table, Mia, grab it and I’ll get us some drinks.” She instructs. My feet move toward the empty table and I take a sweeping glance around the club. It’s crazy busy already, there’s people talking and having fun while others are on the dance floor, the one thing they all have in common, is their bright smiles.
"Let's toast!" Sarah says loudly trying to be heard over the music as she hands me a drink. "To us, may we achieve everything we set our minds to. May we be happy wherever in this world we may end up, and lastly, may we forever be friends!" I raise my hand and our glasses clink against one another. "Mia, we've been friends since first grade, we've been through a lot and made it out the other end. Thank you for being here with me tonight."
Sarah and I have been friends since first grade, we along with six other girls had been inseparable since then. We’d do anything and everything together. We all had our weddings planned out, with the other seven girls being bridesmaids. That was up until two months ago when Sarah slept with Riley just after he had broken up with Lola. Yes, Sarah went against girl code but she didn't deserve the brutal shunning that all the girls gave her, I wouldn't be a part of that and I too was shunned. It showed me that they were never truly my friends if they could turn against me that quickly.
I give Sarah a warm smile, "I'm so glad that we came, I already feel lighter." I've been so stressed about going to college, it's going to be the furthest I've ever been away from home and I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it.
"Let's enjoy our last night together. Tomorrow is a new chapter." Sarah tells me. I’m going to miss her like crazy, she's going to New York to try and pursue a career in fashion. She wants to be anywhere but Oakland. She’s happy to get away from the crap she’s been dealing with.
"You want to dance?" She asks and I shake my head, I'm not in the mood yet. I'm not a great dancer and it takes it a while to gather the courage to let loose. "Suit yourself." She winks at me and leaves me at the table as she saunters off to the dance floor. Within seconds she's dancing with a guy, a beautiful smile on her face, she's so happy, it's good to see especially after her feeling down the past couple of months.
I stand here and watch silently as I sip on my drink. I can feel eyes on me, the heat from their gaze makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Turning around I can’t see anyone in particular who’s making me feel this way. Shaking my head I turn back to the dance floor. Sarah’s having so much fun, she’s really letting her hair down and relaxing. She smiles and waves over at me as the song changes and her eyes light up, its Cardi B’s Bodak Yellow that fills the club, “Mia,” She calls as she raises her arms in the air and her body begins to sway.
Downing the drink, I place the glass on the table and make my way over to Sarah, my hips swaying as I do so. Sarah reaches her hands out as I get closer to her and she pulls me toward her, both of us getting lost in the music and dancing away. Tonight, neither of us have any problems, we’re living in the moment.
I manage to stay out dancing for six songs before I need a rest. Walking over to the bar, I order us Margaritas, I manage to get the table we were at when we first came in and place the two drinks down. Peering up at Sarah who’s dancing alone, I’ve not seen her this happy for a long time, even before she slept with Riley.
A shadow falls over the table and I look up, and my breath catches as a gorgeous man stands before me. Jet black hair, piercing brown eyes and a smirk that screams bad boy, not to mention the tattoo that’s peeking out from his shirt collar. "You alone?" His deep and gravely tone sends tingles down my spine. I instinctively know that he was the one who was staring at me earlier, the person
who made the hair on my neck stand up.
My tongue sweeps across my bottom lip as I stare, mesmerized by him. I shake my head, "No, I'm here with a friend."
His eyebrow raises in question, "Friend?"
