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3rd July 2021, 10.31pm

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HOT, NAKED BODIES COLLIDED WITH each other as they grooved to the music and the beat.

Lights flashed, neon pink, green, blue, yellow, red and every other color that could exist. A disco ball hung from the ceiling, spinning in circles every second.

All the tables were pushed to the side to increase the dance floor, and only some were used - they were pushed into the darkness and depths of the club. To be used for them.

To fuck them.

To bend them over on the table and to go again and again until their voice were hoarse from screaming. To make them want to come again.

To whisper words in their ears, with a voice softer then velvet, that were known in the gutter.

In the trash.

Person after person, customer after customer, stripper after stripper entered the club and took a few shots before shooting down their prey.

Tonight, a deep and dark Saturday night, the DJ wasn't going slow. He spun all the different and upbeat tracks that no one ever knew existed, and the stripping girls refused to take a break from the stage.

They danced and they danced and they danced.

Like there was no tomorrow.

• • •

Bianca had left from her shift a while ago, giving me a tight hug before she left.

I could have sworn that the alcohol on my arms would have stained her clothes, but she didn't give a damn. A warm feeling erupted in my chest as she hugged me tight, regardless of Abigail yelling behind her.

And thats what made me love her.

But I was alone now. Her presence sent a wave of calm through me, but now all I felt was emptiness.

In the corner, Abigail was flirting with a man twice her age, pouring him the strongest drink that he clearly couldn't digest.

I returned my attention on the drinks in-front of me, focusing on getting the glasses straight filled with alcohol to the brim.

A group of guys entered the club, but I didn't bother to look. They were probably here to find a good fling for tonight.

They started walking towards the bar, their voices overpowering the loud music behind them. I moved behind the bar to get a shit load of glasses and bottles of beer ready, sighing happily as I realised only half an hour was left.

They sat down on the stools, and as I glanced at them, they seemed really well off and rich, not to mention their tight six packs and lean bodies.

But their voices were familiar.

Too familiar.

As I looked at them, a cold dread started to seep through my veins. Had I seen them before?

But then their gang leader spoke, and a bone chilling shiver ran down my spine.

"Get your drinks, I'm tired."

I froze.

Could it really be him?

But what was he doing here? At this time of night?

Fuck. I glanced around for Abigail, but she was no where to be seen. Then, I spotted her on the far side of the bar, serving a large group of men all on her own.

I gulped.

You're going to have to do this on your own, Blaire.

Why me? Why wouldn't Bianca be here with me?

I stepped forward towards the bar, still hidden behind the rows of people blocking my way.

Deep breaths, Blaire. You can do this.

Do it for your mother.

A new found confidence seeped through me, giving my feet a mind of their own as a I walked to the counter, now in complete spotlight.

There's no going back now.

"Oi you girl! Get us a 8 beers, in the bottles. No glasses. Hurry up!"

Thank God. Just give them the beers and disappear. At least they won't see you properly.

I grabbed four beers, two in each hand, and walked to the counter, counting from one to ten in my mind. Three steps Blaire. Just place them on the counter and move back.

I was going to place the beers on the counter and move back in the darkness, but it looks like nothing goes as planned as a voice cut through like a knife.

"Hey sweet cheeks! I've seen you before."

That voice.

That voice shattered all my hopes of escaping.

That voice belonged to Hunter Marcel.

I could have run away. I could have taken three steps back and no one would have ever realised that I was there.

But I stopped dead in my tracks.

Enough for 8 pairs of eyes to turn in my direction and to scan my upper half of body, because the counter was tall enough to only show my body above my belly button.

I thanked the heavens that the club was dimly lit and the disco spotlight doesn't flash near the bar.

"Hey! Arent you the girl in our school?"

- Aiden Summers.

Fuck. No. No. No.

Could this night get any worse?

"Yes bro she is!"

- Sam Woodworks.

Looks like it could.

"I think we've seen her before."

- Drake Simps.

Of course you have.

"Of course we have bro's."

- Sam Woodworks.

I couldn't see properly in the dim light, but the smacking of hands on a back could be clearly heard and deciphered.

"But where?"

- Pablo Romero.

Bingo. You're nearly there.

"Think you dumb ducks!"

- Sam Woodworks.

May you never remember.

"Just spit it out, will you Sam!"

- Jacob Barett.

Yes please Sam, spit it out will you?

"She's the girl."

- Aiden Summers.

What girl? I'm not the last girl on the planet.

I couldn't help but notice, that he didn't say a single word.

"What girl?"

- Josh Hall.

There are many girls in this club alone, Josh.

"The girl that knocked Cody off his feet."

- Hunter Marcell.

There was an awkward quiet silence for a moment, before the gang burst out laughing.

But he clenched his fists.

"What?" Jacob's eyes ran up and down my body before he wrinkled up his nose and turned to the gang, "she's the girl?"

My heart burned. I wasn't that ugly.

"Yes, man. Its a bummer for all of us," Aiden sighed, but he had a small smile playing on his lips as he turned to wink at me, before slapping his right hand on his shoulder.

He didn't even move a muscle.

Taking this as my chance, I took three quick steps back and hid myself between the large rows of people.

Just give them the remaining four beers and hide. They can go fuck themselves.

"CODY MAN, couldn't you choose a hotter bitch?" Josh yelled, and I think he meant it only for Cody and his gang, but everyone in the club heard him.

An unusual sadness littered around my heart as I heard Josh yell. I never felt sad about anything, especially not on what others think.

All these years, I kept myself isolated and busy to hide from  the stares, the gazes and the rumors.

I wasn't exactly sexy or beautiful,

but I wasn't ugly either.

But hearing it today drove something inside you.

No matter how strong I am, no matter how many times I counted to ten, it fucking hurt.

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Originally written: 05/08/2020, 02.47am

Names of guys in the Vine Gang:

- Cody Dawson (LEADER)
- Hunter Marcel  (best friend of Cody)
- Aiden Summers (best friend of Cody)
- Sam Woodworks
- Drake Simps
- Jacob Barett
- Josh Hall
- Pablo Romero

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