I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling while Ava was in the bathroom, probably dancing around or talking to herself and Charlotte was on her phone, looking for nightclubs nearby that we would easily be able to sneak into. "Ava, what the hell are you even doing?" I asked, sitting up against the headboard.

"Just standing here," she answered without even showing her face.

I looked at Charlotte who said there, biting her nail while staring at the screen. "Anything?" I asked.

"Mm, I don't know. I feel like we'd get caught in all of them so far," she mumbled.

I stood up and went out to the window, staring outside. I noticed a neon sign, every sign in Vegas is a neon sign. But this one stood out. I blinked, changing colors every two seconds. I read the name.

Wanderlust.

Huh.

"Is that a nightclub?" I asked.

"Which one?" Charlotte questioned.

"Wanderlust," I answered.

She typed in the name before calling back out, "Seems like one. It's fairly small," she shrugged.

"Yet really crowded," I said, noticing the way it looked like people were being thrown out of there when the doors would open and they'd step out and people going in looked like they were entering in a wolf pack.

"Any bouncer?" she asked.

"One that's busy flirting with every girl who has tits to show, yes," I mumbled, looking out.

"Wanna try?" she asked.

Ava came out. "I'm down," she sighed, falling onto the bed.

"Okay, let's go then. Meet down at the lobby in thirty?" I asked.

"In an hour," they replied in sync.

I sighed in defeat and nodded, "Okay, in an hour." After that, they left my room and went to their own while I started getting ready. I need a dress I can look slightly older in. I grabbed a white dress which I had worn a couple of times before, enough to know that it hugged my body in the right places.

I went and hit the shower, leaving my hair as it is. I came back out, did my makeup first, doing that to make me look a little older as well and then put my hair up in a low bun, pulling out my framing pieces.

I put on the dress and the one pair of heels I brought. Silver heels. They pretty much go with anything. I grabbed my phone with the key once I sprayed perfume on and then left. While I was in the elevator, I began thinking. I don't want to hold my phone throughout the night but I don't want to put it in my bra, that's just uncomfortable, and it'll ruin the look of the dress.

What on earth do women do with their stuff at nightclubs, why does nobody talk about this?

I snapped out of it when the elevator stopped on the third floor where Ava stepped in. "Where the hell do I keep my phone?" she mumbled while stepping in.

"No idea."

We continued descending, stopping at the second where Charlotte stepped in as well. "Where do I keep my phone?" she asked as well.

"No clue," we replied in sync.

"Just hold on to it," Ava mumbled as we stepped out and exited the hotel. We crossed the street and walked to the club, hearing the music thump through the concrete every time the door opened and someone entered or exited. We got in line, which was fairly short before it was our turn.

"Hands," he said. Ava was up first so she stuck her hand out, palm facing the floor and he stamped it, letting her through. "You all twenty-one?" he asked.

"Do we not look twenty-one?" Charlotte scoffed.

"It's my job to ask, ma'am," he said while stamping my hand, "Off you go, ladies."

Idiot.

We walked in, temporarily going deaf at the volume of the music and blind at the flashing lights. "Tequila ladies?!" Charlotte yelled over the music. We grabbed each other's hands, Charlotte leading the way, and let go when we got to the bar. "Three shots of tequila please!" she yelled.

"Gold or silver, young lady?" the bartender asked.

"Gold!" I answered.

"You ain't lookin' twenty-one to me," he said, eyeing all of us.

"Three shots of Don Julio 1942 please!" I yelled a little firmly.

"Coming right up," he nodded before serving us a shot with a slice of lime balancing on the rim of the shot glass. We all downed the shots, and then three more before Ava pulled us to the dance floor.

Charlotte disappeared after a while but I spotted her talking to a guy at the bar and let her be. Ava grabbed my hands and began dancing with me, spinning me around before I did the same for her, both of us laughing throughout.

While we were dancing, I took a glance around the room. In the far left area of the dance floor, the people cleared up to let someone through and I saw someone standing under the shadows of the light, their silhouette peeking through before a light shone on their face. He was watching me. Or Ava. Or both of us with a small appreciative smile on his face, like he had a sight to see and cherish.

Ava said she was going to the bathroom and then disappeared. When I looked back, he was gone. I know that face. The tequila just won't let me put a name to it. I pushed past the crowd and back to the bar, sitting on an empty barstool.

"Can I get a Glen Moray, please?" I asked. He nodded before pouring me a glass. I sipped on it, feeling the burn the whiskey sent down my throat but ignored it and continued sipping on it.

"Whiskey, huh?"

I jumped and looked behind me, seeing him. He sat beside me and when the light from under the counter lit up his face, I instantly knew who it was. "Noah Hudson?" I asked.

"You know me," he smirked.

"Yes, I know you."

"I know you too," he looked up at me, his finger tracing the rim of his glass in which he had three fingers of scotch.

"You don't know me," I frowned.

"Sure I do, you're coach Miller's daughter, isn't that right?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," I said, looking at him with narrowed eyes and incredible confusion.

"Hey," I looked to my right where Ava came out of the bathroom with Charlotte beside her.

"Noah, man! Where'd you-" We all looked up and saw Lucas and Oliver, his friends, walking up to us. "Bella Miller?" Lucas asked.

"Hi," I sent them a small wave.

"What are you doing here?" Charlotte asked them.

"We're on a post-graduation boys trip. You?" Oliver asked her.

"Girls trip," Ava shrugged, sitting to my right.

"You know me?" I pointed at Noah.

"Yes," he chuckled.

"You? Who ignored me every time I came there with my dad?" I asked.

"Your school was our rival," he shrugged.

"Don't you think you guys took that a little too literally?" Ava scoffed.

"So did your team," Lucas shrugged, "Enough to cheat."

"Hey, nobody cheated. Your coach for this year was the one caught sabotaging us," Ava snapped back. They both glared at each other, holding their gazes. She got pretty defensive considering what a shit hole she called our school. Maybe they know each other.

"What brings you ladies here?" Oliver asked.

"Um, a girl's trip?" Charlotte deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes, "To Wanderlust," he chuckled.

"It's a fairly easy club to slip into," I shrugged.

"And which one of you geniuses found it?" Noah smirked, talking almost mockingly.

"I did," I lifted a brow at him. He scoffed. "That's a little hypocritical of you to say considering you're here as well," I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And considering he picked it," Lucas mumbled.

"It's a fairly easy club to slip into," he said, staring right at me. I rolled my eyes and downed my drink before standing up. Charlotte was actually engrossed in conversation with Oliver, but Lucas and Ava were still a little hostile, so she stood up with me and we got back to dancing.

"I don't like him," she mumbled, "He's cute though."

I stared at her, "Didn't you disappear with him in junior year at a party?" I asked, recalling the incident. We had no idea where she went and Charlotte and I went into a frenzy looking for her. We still don't know what happened between them. She won't tell us.

"I thought we said we're never bringing that up again. And what's up with you and Noah? Why so hostile?" she asked.

"He's a prick," I scoffed.

"That's not very nice." He grabbed my waist and spun me around, pulling me away from Ava and over with him, still on the dance floor.

"Oh, look at that. He actually talks back," I said sarcastically.

"I can talk a different way if you'd like," he smirked.

"You are so full of it," I mumbled.

"I can't deny that," he said before spinning me around. "But so are you," he winked.

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