Roommates

Roommates (11)

A/N - Sorry for the long wait and short chapter, the next chapter, I promise will be awesome. I think. Well, I think it will be.

No proofreading done.

Chapter Ten

Tightly, I held on to Lizzie, beckoning myself not to fall over with my six inch black heels. I wore a long sleeved, tight, gold sequined dress whilst Lizzie wore a plain short mini skirt along with a tight tank top and pink wedges. 

We made our way towards the club, carefully following Gina, Lia and Zack who were in front of us, Calvin, who was beside Lizzie and Vincent, who was following us.

We walked into the club and I shuddered from the cool air which rushed over me, but then got replaced with hot, sticky air.

The music blared loudly causing my ears to ache.

“Hey Rose, grab me a shot of vodka,” shouted Lizzie who was already making her way to the too crowded dance floor.

Sighing, I cautiously walked towards the bar, grabbing onto my fake ID, just in case. Thankfully the person working at the bar didn’t really seem to care what age you were but, was more focused in serving the customers. I grabbed the two shots of vodka, and quickly swallowed mine before handing over the other shot of vodka to Lizzie.

I squirmed through the crowds, glancing around, until I found her; dancing seductively on the dance floor with Calvin who seemed like he was enjoying himself, a little too much.

As soon as Lizzie noticed me, she grabbed my arm and the vodka whilst dragging me out of the dance floor.

“Hey, what was that about?” I asked, rubbing my arm.

“Listen, I have the first bullet point!” exclaimed Lizzie, drinking down her shot.

“Bullet point?” I asked, confused. What did she mean by that?

She giggled slightly, “from “Lizzie’s love list” remember? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about it already?”

Just then I remembered our previous conversation, that love list, was supposed to prove that Vincent is in love with me, but I was pretty darn sure that he was after reading his poem. I felt slightly bubbly thinking about it, and it wasn’t from the vodka.

Just as I was about to tell about his poem, she grabbed a notebook from her bag and showed me the first bullet point.

Sighing, I read. Guess it’s not the time to tell her now.

If you’re with another guy, he will show signs of jealousy.

“Where did you get this from? Google,” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“No silly, but maybe that’s a good idea, t-“

I cut her off, “Lizzie, I’m not doing this, I already know he-,”

“Oh please,” beckoned Lizzie grabbing onto my hand. “I want to try it out, who knows; maybe “Lizzie’s Love List” will be famous one day!”

I gave up, “fine, what do you want me to do?”

Lizzie’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Well first we have to find a hot guy for you,” she glanced round and paused for a second, her eyes sparkling with joy. “Looks like we’ve found you someone,” giggled Lizzie.

I turned to her direction and caught sight of who she was talking about. My jaw literally dropped. The guy was probably in his early twenties, he had short spiked brown hair, and he stood at approximately six foot one, and was surrounded by girls.

“I can’t get his attention; he has girls swooning all over him,” I commented, and a few boys. I noticed.

“Shut up Rose, you look like a goddess compared to those sluts.”

Just then, his eyes met mine and he smiled. Shocked, and confused. I tried to smile back.

“See, told you; now let’s go and make Vincent jealous,” she sang, walking towards him. I followed her, beckoning myself not to fall and break my face in front of him. I mean how embarrassing would that be?

Lizzie stopped in front of him and pushed me towards him, causing me to trip. Just as I was preparing for my face to hit the ground someone grabbed onto me. I looked up into blue eyes. At first, I thought it was Vincent but then I realised it way the guy who we were talking about before.

“You okay?” he asked, in a deep seductive voice.

I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment; I nodded in response, which caused him to smile wider.

Remember, you’re only here to make Vincent jealous.

Nodding to myself, I looked around for Vincent and realised he was a few feet away, staring at the guy who just stopped me from breaking my face.

I turned back to Lizzie and mouthed, “I don’t want to do this.” In return Lizzie just glared at me, her face shouting, “Do it!”

I bit my lip and forced myself to smile to the handsome stranger.

“I’m Claire,” I said, it was better if I didn’t mention my real name, I mean; he was a stranger and besides, it wasn’t like I would see him again.

“Steve,” he greeted, which caused the other girls to glare at me. Seriously; did all the girls in Australia hate me? “Want to dance?” he asked, grabbing my hand.

I hesitated at first, then replied, “Why not?”

We headed towards the dance floor when Jennifer Lopez’ song came on “On the Floor”

He started dancing first, and followed, swaying my hips and moving my hands above my head. I looked back and caught sight of Vincent glaring at Steve.

Maybe I should stop.

I accidently touched Steve on the crouch, which caused him to raise his brows in excitement. Oh crap.

Just then his lips crushed mine. Panicking, I tried to pull him away, which just caused him to kiss me harder.

All of a sudden I felt myself get pushed back. As soon as I opened my eyes, I caught sight of Steve, who was lying on the floor, his nose filled with blood and Vincent, blood on his fist glaring at Steve.

Shit.

~Edited By Silver (silverfires)~