The Unpopular Popular Girl

Chapter 22

"What is this place?" I muttered to myself.

I was standing inside a warehouse that had been converted into a club. From outside, the long tall building still looked like a warehouse. But all thoughts of it being a warehouse vanished as soon as one stepped onto the garage-sized dance floor.

The walls had been painted red, although the flashing lights made it hard to notice anything but my immediate surroundings. The long bar and all the other furnishings were red, in keeping with the name of the club Red Heat. The place was packed with people but nobody seemed to mind the lack of space. Everyone was moving to the music as if entranced in a spell.

The cab driver had called the place "Life of New York City" and it did feel like all the New Yorkers were right here, in this place. The music was so loud that I could feel it reverberating through my body and surprisingly, it felt good.

"You okay?" Sean asked. Even though he was standing right next to me, he had to raise his voice for me to be able to hear him.

"Yes. This place is awesome!" I shouted back causing him to smile.

"Come on people. Let's hit the dance floor!" Reese shouted and all of us headed on to the dance floor.

After about two hours later and completely exhausted we were all sitting at a table.

"So what would guys like to drink?" Allen asked.

"I'll take a vodka." Reese said and I was shocked to hear that she drank.

"You drink?" I asked.

"You don't?" Reese asked back.

"Um. No." And suddenly I found seven pairs of eyes staring back at me in shock. "What?" I asked uncomfortable with all the attention.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Mike said as he chuckled.

"This was expected from the nerd." Pam, Allen's date said.

Before I could say something to defend myself Sean said, "It's good that you don't drink."

"How?"

"Saves me from having to tow along a drunk girl." He answered causing everyone to burst laughing. I blushed a deep shade of red and just ordered a diet coke.

"I was kidding." Sean whispered in my ear after everyone had gotten their drinks and were busy talking.

"Sure you were."

"But I am glad you don't drink."

"And I am not that you do." Sean had downed almost three glasses of rum.