"Who are you?" The tall blonde asked, flipping her hair over one shoulder while dropping her right eye down in a wink. "Cuz you're quite the looker," she whispered almost, pulling my chest into hers. Causing me to swallow down a lump. "Why don't you come inside?"

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea," I said slowly, inching back away from the blonde and toward my car. My keys tightly clutched in my hand. I will admit freely that I'm slightly creeped out, and a little scared at the moment. This girl was looking at me like I was a.. meal. That wasn't exactly inviting much.

"Of course it is, everyone deserves a little fun on their nineteenth birthday," she said happily, grabbing my wrist tightly in her hand. How'd she know it was my birthday? Who the fuck was she anyway? A million thoughts raced in my mind but the girl smirked again.

Probably knowing she would win this one way or another.

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I stood still, digging my heels into the ground beside the blonde. Everyone inside her were either, dancing and grinding on each other, drinking their hearts away at the bar, or eyeing me and the blonde. Who's name I'd learned was Rosa. And even though it freaks me out she knows my birthday, name, what street I live on, license plate number and even more, she's a hot head, by a lot. That's the only reason I was inside this.. place right now.

And I definitely didn't like it.

But Rosa seemed to be enjoying herself as she breathed in the practically toxic air, smiling to herself before turning back to me. Her smirk returning as she yanked on my arm. "Have fun, it's a club!" She had to actually scream to make contact with me and even with that I barely heard her.

Before I had a chance to say anything to her she was at the bar, laughing at something a random guy with quiffed up black hair had said and ordering herself some drinks, most likely. I turned to walk out, only to see a bunch of over drunk teenagers gathered in front of the door, some of them even unlocking and locking it.

Damnit.

I bit down on my tongue, turning back around and trying to ignore the blasting music around me as I saw a, surprisingly, bright white dress flash at me from the dance floor. Which was extremely weird.

As I went to take a step toward it, Rosa was back, and she shoved a drink into my hand, downing hers without effort. "It's great, trust me!" She said with another wink.

Me, not wanting to seem rude, looked down at the cup before taking a small drink. It coursed around in my mouth a few seconds before going down, the taste burning at my throat.

"Yea.. great," I mumbled to myself. And Rosa burst out laughing, how the hell did she hear me? I looked at her suspiciously before she grabbed my hand, smirking at me again.

"Let's dance!" She screamed, not giving me a choice as she took the drink from my hand, downing it while leading me to the dance floor. Before I could really process all that was happening, we were in the center of the dance floor, and I saw that bright white dress again.

This time I also saw brunette hair, cascading down a perfectly straight back, in curls. It fell down to where the girls' small curves started. For a second I looked at Rosa, before, like a magnet, my gaze snapped back to the other girl. Not knowing why, I took long strides over to her, not really being able to think or process anything yet again.

As I was completely behind her I saw more of her features. She was fairly tan, which was weird for a girl in Holmes Chapel, and she had vibrant brown eyes, with light pink lips that kept itching up into a smile because of the person in front of her. She definitely had high cheekbones and to be honest, she looked stunning.

I felt slightly creepy. Just standing behind her and looking at her. She still hadn't noticed I was here though, so once again without thinking, I tapped her shoulder, causing her to turn around slowly. Her gaze meeting mine and her smile turning into a smirk.

Before my mind thought about what to say, my mouth opened, words tumbling out, "I like your dress. It looks great on you," I wasn't sure if she could hear me, but when she nodded, I figured she could.

"Thanks, I picked it out just for my life partner," I was slightly confused about what she said but before anything else could happen everything suddenly got blurry and I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, making me wince and blink rapidly. "Ζωντανός-στον εραστή, σας έχω βρεί," I heard in my ear, not recognizing the language or the voice of the person who'd spoke before everything went black.

Notes

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