EMILY

The Club Night

Justin's POV

"Since when did you become a pussy Noah?" I asked when he refused to drink.

"You know my dad bro. He would kill me if he caught me drunk this time." he replied, taking a sip of his coke. "Besides, have you forgotten what happened when I drank last time."

All three of us laughed at his words. Noah was a light drinker. We realized that when he drank at Tyler's birthday party and he peed on his father's bed. Poor guy had to endure a curfew for five weeks straight.

We were busy joking around when a pair of hand trailed up my torso and I immediately straightened up. Chloe kissed me on my jaw and whispered in my ears, "I'll be waiting for you in room 243."

She chuckled lowly and then swayed away from us. I smirked when all the guys snorted in envy. Chloe was the hottest girl in our school and she was my girlfriend. This fact just added to a long list of my victories. Being rich had its perks and Chloe was one of them.

If only she was a little less demanding and a little more understanding!

"Fuck. What a fine piece of ass!" Tyler whistled after a moment. All three of our heads turned towards the girl standing against the bar counter, laughing with her friends.

My head started turning when I realized who it was.

Emily Parker. Dressed in a tight red dress, looking like a siren calling out to me.

"Emily?" I whispered slowly, unsure of who I have seen. Maybe alcohol is messing with my brain. Maybe she isn't here.

"Isn't she with Pooper?" Noah asked in surprise and that's when I noticed the girl beside her. It was Alicia King, dressed in a black outfit and matching black jacket.

"Damn. She cleans up pretty well." Noah commented about Alicia but I couldn't care less. My mind was focused on Emily who was now playing with the hem of her dress. Her face showed her nervousness and I couldn't help but sigh.

Even in the sexy attire, she was still the same shy, adorable girl.

Adorable? What the fuck?

My temper worsened the next moment when I watched a fucktard flirting with her. For some weird reason, watching her with any man makes me angry. I wanted to sink my non-existent claws in his chest and pull his heart out. For some weird ass reason.

I left my drink on the counter and walked towards her. The guy was trying to drag her for a dance and she looked like she was about to cry. I balled my fists to calm my anger down.

Only I had the right to make her cry. Only I can break her poor little heart.

"Get the fuck off, dick. Didn't you hear what she said?" I growled angrily and all pair of eyes shifted to me. The guy looked taken aback by my interference. Without making a scene, he hurried away from us.

Now that I watched her from closer, she looked even more breathtaking. Her red pouty lips, her chubby cheeks, her soft neck, her bare shoulders, everything was making me feel giddy inside.

Emily is a witch. I can bet my ass on that. What else would explain the tug inside my chest cavity whenever I was near her.

I didn't want to show my weakness in front of her so I did the next best thing. I assaulted her with words.

Harsh, hurtful words.

What I didn't realize was that Sophia was with her too. And man, was she angry at me! Our wordly fight would have turned into a full war if Noah hadn't interjected in time.

He pushed me away from Emily. It was right I guess. Because he knew how I felt about her. How that witch can make my thoughts go haywire in a swift.

Fucking hell.

I slowly trudged towards Room no. 243 where Chloe was waiting for me. The smell of scented candles enveloped me and I stifled a groan. I hated that annoying scent.

My eyes traveled to the bed where Chloe was sprawled. Naked.

I knew what was coming. And if that's what it takes to get Emily off my mind, then... Great.

...

I grazed my finger along Chloe's back and her muscles tightened underneath my touch. Her skin was nowhere as soft as Emily's.

What the F! Why am I still thinking about her?

"Get off Justin. Let me sleep." Chloe mumbled in her sleep, pushing my hand away.

Sighing, I jumped out of bed and slipped into my shirt. Closing the door behind me, I went towards the club downstairs. My eyes looked around in search of Emily and I felt disappointed when I didn't find her.

What if she left with some guy?

Before I could drown in my suspicion, I watched her on the dance floor and heaved a sigh of relief. She was dancing freely, her eyes were closed in bliss. I took some small steps towards her and stopped when I was at a little distance from her.

Her face was flushed because of the suffocation. Her blonde hair was sticking to her neck in a rather attractive way. There was a small smile on her lips as she shook her head to and fro with the beat.

Sophia and Alicia, neither of them were anywhere near her. So I stood there, watching her cautiously. She was too naive for her own good. Any boy would want to take benefit of her naivety.

Or maybe she was fooling me.

Whatever.

I wanted to turn away from her but I couldn't. Somehow, my eyes were fixated on her. I couldn't let her out of my sight. Not even when I wanted to.

Like I said. Witch!

She was dancing carelessly, unaware of the guy who was trying to dry hump with her. Without making any noise, I glared at the boy and he backed away. Slowly, I reached behind her and started tapping my feet slowly on the floor.

She hadn't realized my presence. Not even when I grazed my fingers along her smooth arm. Not even when I snaked my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. Not even when I leaned down, hid my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her sweet scent.

Maybe she was drunk.

Or maybe dancing with a stranger was normal for her.

The second idea made me seethe in anger and I pulled myself away from her. Her own movements stopped and she turned around to face me.

She squinted her eyes to get a clearer view and her face paled at my sight. And then, she started stuttering.

"I didn't.. I don't.." she stuttered.

"Didn't what? Wanted to dance with me? Of course Emily. Why would you?" I stated through gritted teeth. "Dancing with me is not whorish enough for you."

I smirked when her jaw gaped open at my words. She said something in my defense but I didn't stop to hear her explanations.

God, I hate her.