Chapter 1

Sunshine Miller POV

The noisy music inside the bar gave light to the fading spark inside me. This is it, I waited for such a long time to experience clubbing together with my friends. I am so excited.

Tonight, I am wearing leopard tight jeans, neon pink blouse and paired it with leopard print shoes that I got from Chanel. I wore thick make-up; red lipstick, pink cheeks, and black eyeshadows to perfectly match my outfit. I liked it so much, but my friends kept on laughing at me. Do I look like a clown to them?

"Girl, oh my goodness. Why are you wearing such a gross outfit with eyeshadows that looks like you got black eyes? We are clubbing not …errr..you know," Aime said as she rolled her eyes at me. Then she laughed so loudly, causing a scene outside Red Club.

As bitchy as I am, I rolled my eyes at her.

Oh, and before I forget to say it, we are in the heart of New York City. Red Club is so famous; people are filling inside as of this moment. I wonder if we can still fit inside.

"Whatever you say Aime. I chose this myself and I love it. I don't care about your opinion, bitch," I told her.

I am with my three friends and this is our first time clubbing together. It would be lovely to start the night with a glass of vodka. I can't wait!

"Guys, we have to go now or we'll gonna regret this damn moment outside a freaking awesome club. Let's go," Samantha interrupted my fight with her.

Well, she's right.  

We began walking, bounding to the three bouncers outside the entrance.

"I hope those big guys won't notice! We're only seventeen years old. What if they will notice our age by staring at our baby faces?" Aime uttered. I could feel her voice trembling, and her hands were as cold as December night.

No one would care, even the bouncers, because I will be turning eighteen tomorrow. I'm sure I can pass, but these two will not. Aime is two months and Samantha is three months younger than me. Basically, I am older than them.  

We approached the bouncers with big muscles and bald heads. One of them looked so scary but as hot as Vin Diesel.

"Remember girls, don't drink too much or else we will end up in a stranger's bed. Okay?" I told them.

The scary man stared at us and then he nodded. Was the nod meant we could go inside? With a 99% level of confidence, I uttered my thanks and walked towards the entrance. However, a hand stopped us midway. I looked at the owner of it. It was one of the bouncers, scrutinizing us from head to toe.

"Sorry, ladies, ya'll can't come inside. You need to show your ID first. If you guys doesn't have IDs, then you can't enter," he told us in his deep and calming voice.

I rolled my eyes at him. Afterward, I turned around to face them.

"What should we do?" I asked them.

I brushed my hair in annoyance. This won't do me any good. Things didn't go as planned.

"I didn't know this would happen. If only I could bring back the time, then I would search for their requirements. What should we do Aime?" Samantha said nervously.

She must be anxious, as this is her first time disobeying her parents.

Aime clapped her hands in happiness. A small spark of hope flashed in her eyes.

"Aha! I think I have a good idea."

We stared at the adult ones who easily entered the premises.

"Ugh, how I wish we can go inside," I said, envying them.

"We should ask them for a dance and then trick them at the end. What do you think?" Aime proposed.

I hissed at her.

"Here we go again. You really like ballroom dance are you?" I asked.

"Of course. I love it. Let's try it. Wait, I'll take my phone first," she said as she grabbed her phone from the pocket of her shorts and played Sway by Pussycat Dolls.

We stretched our joints and limbs in front of the three bouncers. I took deep cold oxygen into my lungs. The three bouncers were confused at us, so I just gave them a smirk.

"No more backing out, girls."

As the music started, I took the hand of the bouncer in front of me. Aime and Samantha did the same thing. These bald heads laughed at our crazy and genius idea; thanks God, they went with the flow. We didn't care about whatever the adults were saying. We just went with our plan.

As my eyes and his met, he asked for a grossing offer.

"Do you wanna date me, baby?" the bald man asked.

I moved closer to his chest.

"Of course, but first let us come inside. We're not young anymore," I told him.

As if I would date him. Over my freaking gorgeous dead body. Tsk.

Thankfully, we made it inside the club. My jaw dropped at the cool music, beautiful lightning, and massive crowd dancing on the dance floor.

"Wow, so this is what a club looks like inside. This is so amazing!" Aime exclaimed, and she ran out of our sight.

"Aime! Don't wander around. That bitch," I uttered in my anger. "Aime's hormones are rising, I hope she won't make stupid mistakes here, right, Samantha?" I looked at Samantha, but she wasn't beside me.

I brushed my hair and sighed.

"Those bitches!" I cussed.

"Once I see them, I will slap their faces for leaving me alone."

While I was roaming my eyes around, a warm hand touched my back. I slowly turned around. I saw a man smiling back at me. He was so handsome and hot. Plus, he looked so young too.

"Miss, don't cuss," I didn't hear him clearly.

"What did you say?" I asked.

He moved himself closer to me and whispered in my ears.

"I said don't cuss. I don't like ladies who curse so much."

I pushed the man away from me. He's not my parents to tell me what I must do! And who cares about his standards for women. I scratched my head and stared coldly at him. I bit my lower lip and rolled my eyes at him. That's how bitchy I am.

"Don't tell me what I need to do!" I said while slapping his left cheek. 

I left him at the entrance as I walked, bounding to the bar counter.