My Girl↝ Aidan Gallagher

Chapter 32

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Dress used in story is pictured above

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(Y/N POV)

Dancing on my own.

"I'm taking you out to a club," Molly said, "I'll be over to pick you up in 10."

I was sitting at my kitchen table, waiting anxiously by my laptop. I kept refreshing my Gmail tab, waiting to see an email from Netflix HQ. Of course, I wasn't sure I'd get the job in the first place, but I was counting on it.

"No," I said through the phone, "I have to be at home."

"The email will always be there, you don't have to keep refreshing."

"I'm not refreshing!"

"Oh please, I know you. You're probably at your kitchen table with your laptop."

"Fine. you caught me."

"This will be good for you!" she said, "live a little."

"Alright."

"Yes! I'm on my way."

I set down the phone, and rubbed my eyes. I didn't want to go to a club, but when Molly insists, she finds a way. I stood up from my wooden chair, and stalked into my room in haste. I shuffled through my closet, looking for something to wear, and I came across a black topless dress. It seemed like club material, but it seemed a little too short. But then a thought came to mind. Maybe I needed to get out there again, find another person, and not live such a depressing life.

Forget Carter Valens, I'm a single pringle whos ready to mingle. Right?

I pulled on the dress, and stared at myself in the mirror. I had never really gotten the point of self love, even though Molly tells me to believe I'm this strong and gorgeous woman. But that's not how I feel in the slightest. I'm just a weak and ugly girl.

**Yeah no, all of ya'll are beautiful inside and out this is just for the plot 

Maybe going to this club isn't such a good idea.

I was about to head back into the closet (tea), but I heard the doorbell ring. Soon Molly was running around my house screaming her head off.

"THAT LOOKS BOMB ON YOU," she said, "AND YOU'RE COMING TO THIS CLUB."

"No," I pouted, "I'm not."

"WHY NOT?"

"Because I'm lazy."

"Well shut up," she said, "I'll buy you a drink."

I perked up my ears, and smirked. Molly and I still owned our fake ID's, and we looked older now. Besides, I'm 19. Literally only 2 years from legal drinking age. I know you're not supposed to do it, but when you hang out with the bad crowd in high school, you learn new things.

(Don't drink underage children. Y/N is supposed to be stupid, don't do what she does.)

"I'm in," I said, "where are we going?"

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Molly and I drove over to this club called New City Blaze. I have no idea what the name means, but apparently it's a really popular place. I don't know if I'll fit in there, but at least I know I'm promised a free drink.

"I know the bouncer," she explained, "he'll let us in without needing our ID's."

"We still need the drinks, though."

"The Bartender's my cousin."

"What? You're weird, and I'm honestly scared of how many connections you have."

She shrugged, and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the front door of the club. There was a line that curved around the block, and I widened my eyes at all the teens waiting in line. Half of them didn't look remotely even 17. At least I was already an adult.

Molly shoved me towards the front of the line, causing an uproar of people cursing at us. I was too confused to even respond to them. Once molly reached the door, she waved to the security guard standing in the front.

"Hey Cathy," she said, "Who's playing tonight?"

"Calpurnia," the woman said, "you can head in, Molly."

"Yes! Thanks, girl."

The club was flashing neon lights, and I could see a crowd gathering by the stage. Calpurnia wasn't supposed to be on for another couple songs, so they're opening number was playing some EDM song.

I passed by a couple making out against the backboard, and I averted my eyes. Whatever went down tonight, It probably wouldn't end up like that.

"I'm going to find Jake," Molly screamed over the music, "go mingle, babe."

"Fine," I said, dragging the word out in distaste.

I made my way over to the bar and leaned up against the counter, nodding my head softly to the bass of the song. From across the club, I noticed a man look me up and down. He looked about my age, maybe a year older, and he was clearly interested.

I tugged at the bottom of my dress uncomfortably, and looked around the room for Molly. She wasn't anywhere in sight, so I decided to leave the situation before the man could make his way over to me. I don't do well with strangers, if you couldn't tell.

I pushed myself up to the front of the crowd, so I was a couple feet away from the stage. People were dancing around me, thier phones out to record the whole scene on snapchat.

"Hey babe," Molly said from behind me, "how you get up here?"

"I walked."

"Okay, point made. You don't want to be here."

"Yeah, at least Calpurnia's on soon."

She grabbed my hand and raised it in the air.

"CALPURNIA!" she yelled, "WHOOOOOO!"

I blushed at the stares I received from everyone who heard her scream her head off, and I stared at the floor. Molly was my polar opposite, but I still loved her.

I could always count on her.