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Sophia’s POV. 

The security barely even checked our ID as he allowed us into the club. Jenny grinned at me and nudged me a bit before tucking a strand of her hair between her ears. This was my first time at a club, but it certainly wasn’t Jenny’s first time so I had to follow her every step. I didn’t even know what to order, but I wasn’t ready to have alcohol. Not yet.

Jenny had a bright smile on her face as we managed to push past a sea of sweaty bodies and get to the bar. We set there and she grinned at me before turning to the bartender. “Give me a margarita, please.”

“And me too,” I said. It wasn’t like I knew what to order anyways. I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked around. It was a Friday night and a lot of people were here. My eyes was most especially on the ladies. The way the were blending in effortlessly here and their flashy designer bags that they didn’t hesitate to show off.

“Let’s get on the dance floor,” Jenny said, giggling a bit after one sip of her margarita. I still hadn’t touched mine.

“I’m not really in the mood to dance,” I answered, shaking my head slightly. I was still feeling a little bit uncomfortable. It was my first time being in a place like this and with this dress that I was wearing…I didn’t want to catch the eye of any pervert who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Jenny pouted. “Come on,” she pleaded with her best imitation of the puppy dog eyes. On cue, our favorite song started playing and her eyes lit up once again. “It’s our favorite song playing, Sophia. Are you sure you don’t want to dance?”

I hesitated. “But—”

“But nothing,” she answered, cutting me off as she grabbed my hand, dragging me away from the stool I was sitting and into the dance floor. It was a miracle I didn’t fall with the speed which she was dragging me. “Let’s danceeee.”

She flipped her hair as she dropped my hand, and began to dance, grinning at me in a contagious manner. I bit my lip, and muttered “fuck it” before I joined her in dancing.

We danced for a little while, sometimes rubbing our bodies with each other and at other times, she grinding on me. A guy was starting to approach us but I quickly glared at him. He got the hint quick and backed off. I pressed my lips in a tight smile as he walked back and then I focused on dancing with Jenny.

I soon lost myself in the music, and I didn’t even really notice when Jenny was whisked away from me by a guy who had approached her when we were dancing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the music when I felt the hands of a guy on my waist. I frowned. Who was this guy? And why was he touching me?

I opened my eyes and pushed him off gently then walked back to the bar and sat. Jenny was there too, sipping from a glass of margarita and talking to the guy who had whisked her away. She noticed me and excused herself then sat next to me.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you enjoying yourself out there?” She asked with a raised eyebrow and a concerned look.

“I am,” I answered. “But there was this guy who was touching me in ways I didn’t like. He’s a fucking pervert.”

“You can’t call him that. He doesn’t know you’re still...underage in some countries.” She winced at her choice of words and I glared at her.

“First of all, Jenny, I'll be twenty in two days ago. I’m not underage, I’m legal! Secondly, it doesn’t matter whether he knows my age or not, he has no right to be touching me that way,” I shot back. *and mind you, just because I'm a year late in entering university and haven't written my entrance yet..."

“Jesus. Sophia!" she interrupted me, "we’re here to enjoy ourselves. You need to let loose. You know what, I honestly think you could use some D,” she said with a sly smile and I choked on the glass of water I was drinking. 

“Jenny!” I chided, swatting her arm. "you can't!"

“What? I’m just telling you the truth,” she answered, raising her hand in defense. “But how is it that none of these guys interest you? I’ve definitely seen a few guys eyeing you there.”

“Yeah and I don’t care about that. I came here to have fun, and no, not that kind of fun,” I added before she could interrupt.

“I still feel that you could loosen up with a good di-“ I slapped my palm over her mouth before she could complete the sentence then I looked around to see if anyone had been listening in on us.

"I'm still 'underage' according to you," I rolled my eyes, air qouting the underage before my eyes landed on an a guy whose striking blue eyes shone even here that it was dark. I gulped as I continued staring at him. He was dangerously handsome. He had this kind of look that would captivate any woman and fuck, I couldn’t stop staring.

My hands slowly dropped from Jenny’s mouth and she made an “hmm” sound.

“So he has caught your eye, huh?” She asked and my gaze snapped to her quickly. She was giving me the side eye and a sly grin.

“Who?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Oh don’t even try to do that right now. I caught you, Sophia. So, do you like him?” She asked, wriggling her brows at me.

“Well…” I looked at him once again and heat creeped up my cheek. “Yeah, he’s cute. Okay, not cute. He’s handsome.”

“Well why don’t you talk to him?” She asked and my eyes widened. 

“Me? Talk to him?” I repeated, giving her an incredulous look.

“Yeah, why not?” She asked, shrugging.

“I can’t just walk up to him and talk to him,” I whispered frantically."

“Sure you can,” she answered and got up from the stool. She dragged me down and pushed me in his direction. “Now go to him. Make mama proud.”

"Don't forget to use Condom!" 

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