That night...✓

♣twenty

7:30pm
I'm officially tired of Ethan.

I tried my best to listen to Laura and be more friendly around him but that's officially impossible.

Today is Friday, we're leaving New York on Sunday and I've still not made any progress with Ethan.

The guy is literally hot and cold.

Today he's a tad bit friendly tomorrow he's the complete opposite.

I'm done with this shit.

You wanna know a fun fact?

My crazy conscience was right and that's the problem.

I like him. Not just any like. Extended like.

Yes, I admitted it.

Lying to myself isn't worth it.

Right now though I'm getting ready. I'm going to a night club.

To have some much needed fun. Something to take my mind of things at least.

I'm going with Vanessa and this new friend Vanessa made last week Friday.

Paris is her name.

I applied the red lip stick and smiled at my reflection in the mirror.

I don't look like brave Rora.

I look like Rora going to have fun.

I got up from the dresser and got out my only heels.

I slipped it on and once again glanced at the mirror.

"Rora hurry!" A voice said through the door.

"I'm done." I said picking my bag and leaving the room.

Vanessa was standing by it dressed in:

"Wow. You look fire." She said.

"You look better than fire." I said. She laughed pulling me out to the lift.

"Where's the Paris girl?" I asked.

"She has gone." She replied. "To the club?" I asked and she nodded.

"Okay... Eager much?"

Nessa laughed as we reached ground floor and she lead me out to she and Azra's car.

Azra is giving her the car for this. She knows about this whole thing but she can't come because she has a date.

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9pm.
Ethan's point of view.
I glanced at the clock above the dresser which had Rora's make-up items spilled over it.

Where's she? Its past nine o' clock.

I got out my phone and dialled her number for the second time.