She walks to the barman, exhausted, asking for another shot. She is literally tired with all the shit that happened to her till now.

Her best friend, Rihanna, begging her to come to the party. Shoving her into that dress which exposes her belly. Then pulling her to the dance floor and daring her for a shot. Which she probably liked, because she'd had four more since then.

And now she realises the pain in her body. The headache getting worse in the nick of time and ears getting deaf with such loud music. She throws her head on the table, blocking out the view and the noise. She chugs down her fifth shot and sighs. Bullshit.

"Tired already, I guess?" A voice says, slipping beside her. She rolls her eyes and gazes the person tiredly. It's a guy. With a damn look every girl wanna kiss. Except her. She's not in a mood to play. Not now, not ever.

"Yes, and I intend to rest." She hits on the table again, sleepily. He observes her carefully. Then he orders a drink for himself.

She peeps at him through the corners of her eyes as she brushes her hair with her fingers. He's wearing a pair of denims, white converse, with a neon shaded t-shirt and a casual jacket.

She doesn't notice his glare on her. It's like a quiet espionage couple, spying on each other's sexiness. And the boy seems to be winning.

"Hi...I'm Ryan," he smiles, holding his hand out for hers to take. She stares at it and decides to take it.

"Mabel." She tries hard to suppress her curiosity. He looks at their latching hands and grabs it tighter. She analyses it and does the same.

"Mabel. It actually suits you. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Nice," he compliments, pulling himself closer to her.

She shrugs, realising their hands still being interlocked. It's astonishing for her to feel, or even try this. Mabel has never been an admirer of boys, especially of club boys. And yet here she is, trying to run away from her virginity.

He takes a closer step towards her, feeling her eyes in his soul. His hand wraps around her waist as he leans in....closer....and closer...until finally, she feels his breath on her lips.

And then there it goes, the stars sparkling around them as their lips lock with each other. They kiss and kiss and kiss, until finally it comes to a DEAD END.

She wakes up in her bed, her phone ringing beside her. Fuck. She had blacked out.

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