VANESSA

Help me! What have I gotten myself into? Pretending to be Brandon's girlfriend. That I can handle but wearing that tight dress, ugh! I was excited at first but now, I don't even remember why did I agree to do this. 

"You ready love?" Brandon said smirking.

"Cool down buddy." I said making a face that indicates 'What did you just say and why?

"Ok, please don't give me that look. I was just practicing." 

"Don't." I said striking him a look again.

"Reagan go back to your body, leave Vanessa alone." Brandon told me teasingly.

"Excuse me." Reagan shouted.

"Oh my god! She has two souls." Brandon commented.

"Ok stop, we should leave." I told waving towards the door.

"Fine, I hope this Vanessa's soul speaking." Brandon said opening door.

"Shut your mouth or I will haunt you, even in your dreams." Reagan said very calmly. 

"Guys just go." Ryder said slightly pushing Brandon outside the door.

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"IDs?" asked the guard outside the club. My legs were trembling or at least I think they were. 

"Here you go." I told the guard trying to be very cool. He was staring at the card for three seconds. They were the longest three seconds of my life. I could feel the sweat trinkling.

"You can go." the guard said making way. That was a relief.

I entered the bar. It smelled like alcohol which was expected but the smell of sweat, god, I felt like puking. People were dancing and going crazy drinking. It was crowded everywhere. I had claustrophobia, so this was like living in hell for me. Still, I tried to get a hold myself, I was tall and wearing heels so I was above most of the people. That was good. Brandon was making way as I followed him behind. 

"It is more crowded than usual. Are you okay? If you are feeling claustrophobic, we could leave?"

"No not that much, we can keep going."

"Okay, we should look around for Kathleen." We looked, walked, confronted women who we thought were her, but were not Kathleen. We also gave up and sat down.

"She is not here, that is for sure." I said tired.

"Yeah! I too think so, let's just still check her Instagram to see where she usually is." Brandon replied.

"Well, this spot looks like her usual spot." I said showing him a photo of place that was not in the club, or at least in the room we were sitting in. 

"Look in the background, the neon sign, it says VIP." he said. Oh shoot! All this hardworking for nothing. 

"How will we enter in VIP?" I said panicking.

"I have an idea but I am not sure if you will approve." I did not approve of the idea but this was our best chance. I did not know if I could pull off.

I had to flirt with the bouncer outside the VIP section. And I am no good at flirting, or rather I am not very comfortable with it. Don't know why Brandon even thought I was capable of this. But I had to give it a shot. 

"Hi, I am Vanessa. I was looking at you, did anyone ever tell you that you were freakishly hot." I complimented the bouncer as I touched my hair.

"Yeah, many drunk girls who want to get into VIP." he said very rudely.

"I am not drunk; I am in my full senses. And I was just wondering if there was a chance I could your number."

"But you do want to get into VIP, don't you? I am sorry you can't go."

"See, it's not for the reasons you think. My brother's (pointed to Brandon and my heart ached at calling Brandon my brother but I couldn't think of any other excuse) girlfriend is cheating on him and we want to catch her red-handed. Please. Just thirty minutes will do."

"Thirty minutes, and only because you look genuine."  I pulled a napkin and wrote random numbers on it and gave it to him. I called Brandon. As we were entering, I mouthed a 'thank you' to the bouncer. He didn't give any expression but I could feel him smiling.

"You nailed that." Brandon told me. 

"Thanks, but we have only thirty minutes." I told him and we better find her.