Her eyes widened once she spotted you. “Oh. My god.” Her lips let out as a sneered slur under her breath as she met your eyes with her bright blues. Quickly, she disappeared into the crowd and found herself pushing the emergency door open to be exposed to the outdoor parking lot, the alarm being swallowed by the loud music.

She was met with a group of clearly drunk men. Her face contorted as she thought while hoping they wouldn’t notice her in her small top and small shorts. She thought if she should stay here, where she’ll likely be with wolffish looks, or face you, with your angry but protective boyfriend matters.

Either way, she wasn’t supposed to be here. She had a night class. That, and you didn’t know about her plans. She should’ve turned off her location, instead, she drunk away. She felt her exposed body being looked upon already as she stood outside the booming club. “God.” Her rolling eyes landed on them as she muttered, they looked warm. They had leather jackets and clothes that covered their bodies. She just had a short purple top with cleavage and black shorts. Short.

She felt her wrists being taken with force by someone, yet she knew it was her nagging boyfriend taking her to a more private spot to confront her.

You were such a pain for making her be responsible.

She rolled her eyes heavily, something she did when she knew she was wrong. “I would’ve told you if you hadn’t been looking at that stupid girl from your lecture hall.” Her delicate hands came up to stroke a strand of her straight, beautiful blonde hair.

She knew you were never looking at anyone, she just wanted to start something in hope you’d break up with her. She was just with you for a bet, after all. And only her friends know that.