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3 years ago...
"Now, come on, Zaylee! Losin' up!"
"No, thank you. Camilla, don't drink too much. Remember your driving tonight."
Zaylee warned her best friend. Camilla nodded her head before finishing a bottle of beer. She put her foot upon the table and raised her arms with the beer bottle in the air as she yelled some ridiculous words. Zaylee shook her head before standing up to look for her other girlfriend, Emelie.
"Hey, Zaylee."
Zaylee turned and saw the person she vehemently hated with all of her heart. Vanessa Miller. A white bimbo that looks like a Barbie stick. Always wearing scandalous outfits and high heels ever since high school. A type of girl who wore thick make-up and covered herself with a strong scent of perfume gives you a headache. A cheerleader. A girl who steals and sleeps with men faster than how she change her shirts. A total slut or even worse than that. And a girl who always looks for me to fight, whatever she meant by a fight. And don't forget, she spends her parents' money without an ounce of care.
"Hey... Vanessa. Happy birthday." Zaylee fiercely greeted her
"You didn't get me a present, didn't you?"
"Of course not. It's not like your lacking anything, right?"
Zaylee scanned her from head to toe before she smiled. Vanessa clenched her hands, ready to throw her witches like nails.
"Of course, all my items are expensive, and if you were going to give me one, I'm afraid that it would leave you broke." Vanessa taunted, "Let me know if you need more money; I'll try to give you some. After all, you're just a middle-class person. It must be hard for you to work during university."
"Well, at least I don't leech off from my parent's hard-earned money like you."
Their classmates became silent as the people look at her, horrified. Vanessa ground her teeth and was about to pounce on her. Zaylee quickly made her escape and looked for Emelie.
Walking through the blue-lit hallway, she finally saw the girl she's been looking for. She walks quickly to the door and saw Emelie crying as she clung to her phone.
"Em..."
Zaylee opened the door and whispered. Emelie turned as her beauty is now covered with ruin make-up and tears. Zaylee immediately hugs her friend and starts to comfort her. Minutes pass by, Emelie feels a lot better than she was a while ago.
Emelie shares the story of how she found her boyfriend cheating on her with so-called 'just friends' and how he called her a whore and bringing up her dead parents. Which upsets Zaylee so much.
"Y'know what? You don't need to spend your tears on that useless trashy guy. All you need to do is learn to toughen up yourself and enjoy your singlehood. He's not worth your tears."
"Don't cry over that douche bag because there are still a lot more guys who are a lot better than him. So, sister. Buckle up cause well use this night to free ourselves and drink like there's no tomorrow!" Camilla raised her arms in the air. She came not long enough and saw Emelie crying her eyes out.
So the three girls went back inside the bar and saw their classmates having fun on the dance floor. They quickly joined the crowd and dance like today is their last life.
Camilla used her ballroom skills, as she is a ballroom dancer; Emelie just enjoyed the music as she swings her hips from side to side while Zaylee, the best dancer out of all her friends, let the music take her away.
The girls left the dance floor and went back to their table as the slow music replaced the hype and fast song. They ordered their drinks and laughed to their heart's content. The waiter arrives with their perspective. Zaylee grabs hers, and as she brought it to her lips, she smelled a faint disturbing scent. She wondered if she should drink or not but thinking about the money she just spent, she couldn't let it go to waste.
As the liquid settled in her stomach, Zaylee quickly felt that somethings not right. She felt hot. Her visions were blurry. And her guts sending her emergency warning. She tried her best to look normal and continued to chat with her friends. But as seconds ticked by, her situation starts to become worse.
To keep her awake, she glances around the bar and accidentally saw her enemy. Vanessa raised her glass before drinking the contents inside with a smirk. Chills run through Zaylee's spine as anger welled up inside of her.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
Emelie and Camilla looked at their friend and noticed her complexion is not correct. Zaylee opens her mouth as Vanessa's name came out. Camilla, the outgoing and violent person that would protect her friends and family, immediately stood up, but Emelie told her to sit down. Emelie, a calm person and sensitive to her surroundings, balanced their friendship.
"You guys stay here, and I'll be right back. I'm fine. I have to make sure that that 'skunk' won't find me. Keep an eye on her."
Zaylee immediately left the noisy bars and shuffle to the quiet hallway. Her condition was even worse than before as her body became heated, her vision was losing control, and even her hearing and smell were affected. She leaned on the wall as she tried to steady herself.
Taking one step at a time, it feels like hours till she found doors into the sides. Breathing a sigh of relief, she continued to walk and look for the bathroom. But a drank man made her stumble. She grabs whatever she could as she tried to settle herself close to the wall.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" The drunk man yelled angrily as he turned to his side.
Zaylee's breathing became harsh as she tried to stay awake and conscious. The drunk man's eyes roamed freely on her body as lust appeared in his eyes.
"What a beautiful lady. Listen, lad, I'm willing to forgive you if you sleep with me. You're beautiful after all, or are you trying to seduce me."
"N-no... l-let me g-go... p-please..."
Zaylee pleaded as she removes herself from the drunk man's embrace. But it doesn't matter how much she struggled, her strength is slowly disappearing, and all she could do is cry. Mustering her last bit of power, she pushed the man away from her and run to the closest door.
As she opened, three men were sitting around the round table. Covered in darkness but couldn't hide their menacing presence and their silhouette. Zaylee tried to focus her eyes as she looks at the man in the center. His blazing blue eyes peered through the darkness as they stared righto her brown eyes.
"H-Help me... p-please..."
As Zaylee whispered, the drunk man grabs her arm to pull her back. Before she lost her consciousness, a scent of rainforest and sandalwood covered her like a blanket. Warm thick arms wrap themselves on her tiny waist as she leaned on a sculpted and firm chest, giving her security.
"T-Thank you..." Zaylee mumbled before losing herself to the darkness.
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