After our encounter, I'd been on cloud 9. The funny thing was, I didn't think Brendon was. In fact I think he'd been avoiding me. He hadn't shown up to the club since then and that was a few days ago.
I thought there was something wrong with me, why else would he not show up?
"Sarah, do you think theres something wrong with me?" I asked while looking at myself in the mirror and twirling a piece of my hair.
"Why?" She was adjusting her bra strap. She met my gaze in the mirror. "Whats wrong?"
"I think Brendon may be mad at me, we had...you know," I started. Her gaze hardened.
"You had what." She demanded.
"Well... you know, connected in a way." I avoided directly saying sex.
"You did not." She said. When I bit my lip and looked down, she said. "Oh my god, you did! Don't you understand what you've done?"
I felt a weight drop in my stomach. Did I ruin my life? "What do you mean?" I asked.
"You fucked Brendon Urie. The wealthiest and most handsome bachelor in all of New York." She exclaimed. And that weight was lifted.
"Oh god, I thought I was gonna be fired." I sighed in relief.
"No, I won't tell. Doesn't it happen anyway?" She chuckled.
"It was my first time." I confessed.
Her eyes went wide. "You lost your virginity to a Urie. That's a trophy."
I chuckled nervously. "Yeah, true. What a wonderful caricature of intimacy, right?" I tried to sound excited but I was beginning to get uncomfortable.
"Uh, well I'm gonna go back...out there." I stood and made my way to the door.
"Lauren," she called behind me. I turned and she threw a mask into my hands.
"Oh, thanks." I fake smiled at her. She smiled back. "Anytime."
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