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Chapter 8

“Die! Why won’t you die you stupid zombie?” Pushing with all her might onto the controller, Maria tries and tries to kill the zombies on the game, but she continues to fail miserably. I gave up trying to play with her a while ago when all she managed to do was “accidently” kill me. See if I save her from the zombie apocalypse!

Her attempt at witty banter with the unresponsive screen gets a kick out of me, and eventually, she abandons the game to lay on the bed with me just giggling. That’s how we stay most of the day. Just sitting there, giggling our butts off over the stupidest stuff. I have almost forgotten that Cameron is even here until he walks into the room carrying a bowl of soup.

His presence causes the laughter to die on my lips and my blood to run cold. Even though I did the whole crying thing over him already, seeing him still really sucks, especially since he is being really sweet by trying to heal me back to health.

Without a word to either me or Maria, Cameron places the tray of food at the end of my bed and walks right back out of the room. I can feel Maria’s eyes on me, but I’m studiously ignoring her due to the fact that I have found a highly interesting string on the mattress. My ignoring her has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t want to see the pity in her eyes. No, that can’t be it!

“That’s it! I can’t take this anymore!” Maria is towering above me with her hand resting on her cocked hip. A cocked hip is never a good sign with her. It usually means that the fit is about to the shan.

“Take what?”

“This! You are feeling better right?” I nod my head slowly, slightly frightened of what those turning wheels of her are plotting.

“Good! Get up! We are going out!” Not giving me a chance to respond, she grabs my hand and throws me towards the shower, locking the door behind me. I guess this is the part where I willingly agree to be dragged to an overpopulated club filled with guys who see me as nothing other than a sex object because any girl in her right mind would willing subjugate herself to that!

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“Maria you have five more seconds of pampering before I go back to bed in defeat!” I’m sorry beautiful friend of mine, but if I have to put up with one more second of you perfecting my look, I am going to explode. After my shower, Maria blow-dried my hair and insisted that I curl it. Then, I was incapable of doing my own makeup or picking out my own clothes, so she did those things for me as well. Now, she is standing before me, making sure all the final touches are in place. I understand that she is trying to be a good friend and help me get my mind off of a certain someone, but she is about to drive me crazy with all this straightening and fixing.

“Fine! I’m done! You are the object of perfection.”

“Can we go now?” I let out a low whine and stand up. I don’t even bother looking in the mirror because I don’t care. I’m in a dress so short that my ass is in danger of falling out, and my hair and make-up is done to perfection because of Maria. Surely I look fine, or else Maria is one crappy friend which she isn’t.

“Oh, stop complaining and get happy! We are about to party!”

I follow Maria’s blue dress clad frame down the stairs and out the front door. Somehow we don’t run into Cameron, but I’m not complaining—less time around him the better. We climb into the taxi that is pulled up to the curb. We both decided that either of us driving would be pointless because we both will be drinking. Just because we are drinking underage doesn’t mean we have to do it irresponsibly.

“Where are we heading beautiful ladies?” The cab driver turns around, giving us a toothless grin. His eyes roam over our bodies, making me feel severely under dressed.

“Degree Zero: the club located on twentieth.” Maria gives him a look that says ‘You don’t have a chance in hell so stop undressing me with your damn eyes.’ A smirk makes its way to the creepers face before he turns around and sets off towards the club.

“Where are we going exactly?” I look over at Maria to see her texting furiously about something to the point where I don’t even think she heard me. Oh well, I’m fine with that. I heard of the club before, but I’ve never been. There are some vague rumors over what the club is like. I heard that you are given mink coats when you walk through the door, but they aren’t regular mink coats. They’re somehow still revealing and sexy which I don’t get. They are mink coats. What’s sexy about that? Another thing I heard is that everything is frozen inside to the point that you have no choice to dance the night away or you will freeze, and by dance the rumors mean practically have sex. Whatever it takes to keep the body heat up right? No, that’s disgusting. Sorry rumor mill, but I’m not grinding on everyone in the club just to stay warm.

The taxi rolls to a stop outside of a large warehouse with a long line of people outside, and by long line, I mean wrap around the block kind of long line. These four inch heels are too damn high to be standing in line all night long in order to go inside for a few hours and get groped and man-handled by a bunch of too touchy drunk guys.

“Are you just going to sit there, or are we going to go into the club?” Maria’s voice floats over from the other side of the cab. You could say she sounds completely irritated.

“Have you seen the line?”

“Have you seen your legs?” Flipping around, I give her a confused look.

“Explain.” Sighing heavily, Maria climbs out of the cab. My eyes follow her as she sashes around the cab, grabbing almost every man in line’s attention while she makes her way to open my door.

“Get out Amanda. We aren’t waiting in line. We are the definition f*ckable tonight, so get your butt out of that cab and to the bouncer, now. Work your hot girl charm and get us into this club.” She sends me a small smirk, holding out her hand. I look at it warily, but eventually, I grab it and slide out of the cab.

I pull down my dress which hiked up slightly while in the cab before heading towards the front of the line. The bouncer spots us when we are a few feet from the front of the line. He is about to let in a group of twenty something scantily clad girls, but re-clips the hook on the line when he spots us. He is good looking, there is no denying it. The black shirt is about a size to small and hugs his very impressive muscles in all the right ways. His short blonde hair is spiked out in every direction in a really sexy way that somehow manages to highlight his gorgeous green eyes. This at least won’t be a disgusting nasty bouncer who I have to press myself against.

Walking up to him, I press my body fully against his in all the right places, letting my hand run slowly over his chest. Snaking his arm around my waist, he gives me a small smirk. He would be lying to anyone if he said he didn’t love his job. Boy probably gets laid easier than the bartender.

“Can I help you?” He jerks me closer to his body which somehow fits perfectly with me. I feel a slight tingle in my stomach when he smiles down at me.

“Let us in.” I feel his hand playing with one of my curls, letting his hand slowly rub up and down my back.

“What’s in it for me sexy?” His voice his husky in my ear, and I smile up at him, knowing he is already going to let us in.

“A dance with me later.” Without releasing his grip on my waist, the bouncer unhooks the line blocking the door to let me and Maria in.

“That better be one hell of a dance.” He lets his hold on me weaken, but I pause for a second before stepping away and into the club after Maria. I swear bouncers are so easy. Sometimes it is like taking candy from a baby because it is nothing but empty words. Girls promise them sex, but it is very rare anyone follows through. I get into the club, and he doesn’t get laid. Win for me. Lose for him. I’m not losing any sleep over it though.

The temperature drops a significant amount when we walk through the door. It isn’t uncomfortable, but I’m not all warm and cozy either. I make my way to the bar where Maria is to find that she has ordered us two shots in frosty looking glasses. We both take the shot at the same time, slamming the now empty glasses upside down on the light blue bar.

“Again!” The bartender slides us two more shots, and we repeat the process before ordering two regular drinks called something that’s related to ice. I don’t pay attention to what the bartender says. I just focus on the feeling of release I’m getting as the alcohol is seeping through my pores. Tonight is going to be a good night.

“Let’s dance!” I grab Maria’s hand, dragging her behind me to the crowded dance floor. I let my body move to the music ignoring the bodies that are pressed against me in this cramped space. I just let the rhythm move me in a way that I can never let happen in cheerleading. It isn’t structured enough for our routines, but it’s coming to the club and getting to dance like this that reminds me how much I love cheerleading and performing in front of crowds. Letting my body take over every cubic centimeter of my brain that is screaming that this will be a bad idea, I climb up onto the stage next to the DJ and dance like never before. Granted, some of the moves aren’t exactly PG, but the screaming dance floor doesn’t seem to mind too much.

I spot Maria in the crowd, grinding against some twenty-something who looks like a total dirt bag, but I ignore that because she looks like she is enjoying herself. Of course she is, she is practically having sex on the dance floor. Why wouldn’t she be having a good time?

A guy near the front of the stage grabs my attention, but not in a good way. He has his eyes locked in on me as he moves closer to where I am. Looking me up and down slowly, he licks his lips in a disgusting manner. I take a step back away from the edge of the stage, but he doesn’t get the message. He keeps moving closer. Now he is right underneath me, giving me a smirk. Somehow, the smirk reminds me of Cameron, but where Cameron’s smirk is pure sexy, this guy’s smirk is scary as hell.

What would Cameron do in this situation? Kick his ass for looking at me? No, why would he do that. Remember, he isn’t interested Amanda. You are a big girl. You can take care of yourself. Plus, you are in a club full of crowded people. It’s not like he can do anything to you.

“Hey sexy!” His voice radiates upwards, and I can smell the alcohol on his breathe all the way up here. I ignore him and keep on dancing to the beat.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” I glance down quickly at him, but once again my eyes are glued to the rest of the crowd, ignoring him. Unfortunately, he won’t be shot down this easily. I hot, sweaty presence wrap around my ankle, looking down I see a hand that is attached to, you guessed it, the creepy guy.

I shake my leg, but he won’t loosen his grip. I give him a look trying to communicate that I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his shit, but he obviously doesn’t get it because he only tightens his grip. Okay, in the beginning, this was just annoying. Now he is actually starting to hurt me.

“Let go!” I squat down and try to pull his hand off of my ankle, but it is to no avail. He won’t loosen his death grip on me. I can feel his hand sweat begin to run down my ankle. That is completely disgusting. Just let me go jerk-face. See what he is making result to? I just used jerk-face as my name-calling device.

“No! I saw the way you were looking at me. I know you want me, so why don’t you come down from there, and we will get a room?” I freeze in my movement, and just stare at him. He can’t be serious. I don’t even remember looking at him, and if I did, it wasn’t for long enough to make him think that I want to sleep with him. This guy is not only drunk but delusional—fantastic, just fantastic.

“Let go of me! I am not interested!” We have gotten a couple of people’s attention, but he none is stepping in to help me out. Are all good Samaritans dead, or just not going to this club? Well I guess a good Samaritan probably wouldn’t be going to a night club. I’ll settle for a nice guy! How about a nice guy? Nope, okay everyone in this club sucks. I look around the room again, trying to find Maria for help, but I don’t see her anywhere. Just as my eyes are making their way back to the creeper, I feel his hand being ripped off of my leg which causes me to stumble a little, making me fall off the stage. I feel my feet going out from under me, and I brace myself for the drop that is to come, but it isn’t as bad as it should be. I only feel collision on my back and my knees, and that’s it. Opening my eyes, I see the bouncer from earlier holding me in his arms.

“So, how’s life?” I can’t help it. Those simple words make me go into hysterics because of the whole situation. I feel his chest vibrating against me as he laughs along with me.

“Not much, just chilling.” I manage to finally choke out. He smiles down at me, and my body can’t help itself. Butterflies fill into my stomach.

“Want to get out of here? I just got off.” Smiling up at him, I nod my head. I expected him to put me down, but he doesn’t. He carries me straight out of the club: past the creeper, laying on the floor; the curious gazes of fellow club goers; the current bouncer who doesn’t even question the situation; and the line of people outside waiting to get into the building. I thought that after all that he would put me down, but still he carries me around the building as if it isn’t a big deal. He isn’t even breathing heavily. He comes to a stop in front of a shiny, black motorcycle that is resting against the curb of the alley behind the club.

“I’m going to put you down now okay?” He slides me down to my own two feet, but he keeps me pushed against his body, no room existed between the two of us.

“You got a name Ace?” I cock my head at his nickname for me, but I still smile as I tell him my name. He gives me a smirk before untangling himself from me and climbing on his bike.

“Well Ace, you getting on?” Looking back at the club, I think of the creeper lying in a heap on the dance floor. It’s because of this guy in front of me that situation didn’t go farther than it did. Then, there is Maria who is currently dancing with some guy inside the club if she hasn’t left with him yet. She is going to leave with him eventually; I saw the look she was giving him. Thinking of Maria, I can’t help but think of Cameron and his smile and eyes and sexiness. Bouncer is good looking, not as good looking as Cameron, but he is definitely hot. Plus, he was there for me when I needed him without even really knowing me. He is a modern day Prince Charming, but instead of a white horse, he has a black motorcycle. I am trying to get over Cameron, and I don’t see any better way to do it than jump on the back of this guy’s motorcycle, so that’s what I do.

Throwing my leg over the motorcycle, I try and straddle it the best I can without showing anything to anyone we pass by. I wrap my arms tight around his waist, feeling his taught muscles under that black shirt.

“So do you have a name?” I whisper in his ear as he turns the motor over. He pulls up to the street and revs the engine. I don’t know if he can hear me, and I am about to repeat myself when he juts out onto the street, forcing me to tighten my grip on me. Just as I give up on learning his name, he tilts his head sideways and shouts.

“Damien!”

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