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Styles Syndrome

Birthday Girl

Rosy's POV I cursed myself looking in the mirror. "Shit, Rosy, you look like shit." We were late for college. "Leila, get up. We're late." "Okay, I'm awake." We were always in such a hurry. What a tired day. "You know what day is today?" I asked her. "Tuesday?" she answered. And then she laughed when she saw my you-don't-care-about-me face. "Of course, darling, I know. Happy 19th Birthday, girl. We're gonna get drunk the whole night and I'mma make you have sex with strangers and here's the birthday gift, darling" She handed me a dress, a very beautiful red dress. Oh, I loved her. "Come on, babe. Now you're gonna take a shower and going to club with me in this hot dress. I bet every eyes'd be on yo ass. I don't care clubbing is your thing or not but tonight, you're doing it." "You are the bestest friend ever!" We both laughed and huged. I was so lucky to have Leila as my friend. This clubbing thing I looked myself in the mirror and put on my red lipstick. My long brown hair looked great with my brown eyes. Well, tonight should be a perfect night. In the club This was my four shot of whiskey. "Come on, London," I yelled. Alcohol always make people feel better and sexy. And it always brings out the wild side in me. "Come on, babe. Let's go dancing." "Yes, sir. Your wish is my command." Leila smiled at me when I said this. The DJ was playing Zedd and Selena's new song. It goes: "I want you to kow that I'm all yours." "Good girl, Selena", I thought. I wanted a person to call mine. Sounded like a joke. I moved my hips just like that. I didn't know exactly. But I moved together with the music. The music was in me. I felt so free. I pulled my best friend towards me. Let's just do the sexy thang,haha. "Hey, this guy is checking on you," Lella told me. Actually she had her volume on top. Of coourse, the club was really loud. "What guy?" I asked her. "The one with curly hair. Oh, darling, he's actually starring at you. God, he's so sexy. Go talk to him." "What? No, I won't do that." Leila was always the smartest one, and careful one. But I don't really understand why she always wants me to do crazy things. "Yes, you do." She didn't even wait for my answer. She grabbed my hand and went straight to him. Oh, Leila, Leila, how much I hate you.

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