Chapter Four

"Honk, honk!"

"Coming," Jenny shouted. "I said, you are not following me out there, looking like that!" She snapped, turning her focus to me.

"Alright, what would you have me wear then?"

She ignored me, "there has to be something nice here that we can put together for you," she said talking more to herself than me.

"Aha!" She said, triumphantly, bringing out the black mini gown that I wore in my dream. How had she found it? I knew I should have burnt that cloth. But the memories, oh my God!

"Are you guys having sex in there!" Why does everything about this boy be sex and hookups?

"No, I can't wear that."

"Why?"

"I just can't Jenny."

"Yes, you can, and you will." After much struggle, and fights over wearing makeup and not wearing, Jenny had managed to transform me from the hollow-eyed girl before to a Kim Kardashian. She gripped my hand and hollered me towards the door, where Can was waiting.

"OH-LA-LA, oh God! Now I want you more than ever, Shit." I looked him straight in the eyes, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Just drive, Cam," I said and he grinned at me.

We entered the car, with me sitting in the Driver's seat and Jenny sitting in the back. I had begged to switch seats with her, but she had vehemently refused and I was now stuck with a man who would do anything but stop Ogling at me. I tapped Cam's hand to drive his focus back towards the road.

Soon, we arrived at Club 11. We lined up in the normal people's queue as I called it, which was quite different from the VIP question. My dress was attracting more attention than I dare to give credit to. Jenny, noticing my discomfort gripped my finger.

"Too tight Jenny," I muttered. immediately we gained access to the club, Surprise! The birthday girl was abandoned as her friends went to mingle and well do things that would require something more than mingling.

I sat there sipping my Coke. Counting down the hours till when I would go home.

"Can I have this dance with you?" I look up to see an Auburn-haired man, staring at me. I took note of his face, his strong chiseled jaw with high cheekbones, his beautiful lips, and his dancing eyes.

"I don't do Strangers." I snapped. Whatever, handsome or not, that was a principle of mine.

"Oh, do forgive my indulgence, my name is Brian, Brian Copper."

"Amelia Nathan," I lied.

"Well, Amelia would you honor my request and dance with me?"

"Ahem! Ahem!, she's with me," said a voice. Startled, I turned around to see a face I'd never fail to recognize.

"Frank, what are you doing here?" I said, anger lacing my voice. He ignored me and faced Brian. "I said back off, she's with me!"

"I'm not with you, Frank." A small crowd was gathering around us now.

"Yes, you are." He gripped my hand and started moving forward, briskly. Brian held my other hand, looking at Frank. Now, all eyes were on us, the attention which we received piqued me, like was I the only one on this planet that minded her business?

Oh, there they were, Friends of the year. Jenny and Can darted forward, their expressions asking questions. Jenny knew who Frank was and therefore looked at me with a worried expression. I nodded at Brian to let go, but he refused. After some begging hours later, he reluctantly freed my hand. Cam, on the other hand, didn't know who Frank was. He looked at him warningly waiting for any suspicious movement to Strike. I've never seen him in such a mood before, my knight in shining armor. I giggled inwardly, only to stop when I remembered my predicament.

"Frank, what do you want?" I said as we drew to a more quiet corner. I had pepper spray in my bag, so I pretty much didn't have anything to worry about.

"You're not to dance with any man, talk with them, laugh with them, give them your number, or go home with them."

"Ridiculous!" I shouted.

"You're to be left alone under extreme supervision, but if a man tries to do any of the above, you're to be drawn away from such man, and such place." He recited it as if it was some Apostle Creed. l laughed.

"Tell me you're Joking Frank." But his demeanor showed that he wasn't joking. "Which person's orders are these Frank?" I said, already knowing the answer.

"Orders from Above." He said.

"Frank, tell your boss to use his ridiculous orders to wipe his smelling ass." I started to make my way out of the place.

"Miss Carson, Please." Please What? I should be caged like a slave because of Someone's stupid enormous Ego?

"Frank get out of the way," I said, trying hard to make my voice sound cold. The man simply lifted me on his shoulders, depositing me in a nearby seat.

"What the FUCK is the meaning of this?!"

"I'm sorry Miss Carson, you know how he is." I scoffed, of course, I knew how he was. Stupid Arrogant Baboon. Wait, how did they know I was coming to this place?

"Frank?"

"Yeah,"

"Tell me you guys haven't been stalking me."

He shrugged and smiled wryly. "Orders are Orders, Ma'am."

I looked at him like he was a type of Alien. What has my life become?

I prayed to the gods of all prisoners for my good-for-nothing friends to come to take me home. I wondered if Jenny was done smooching an idiot that she had seen earlier, and if Cam has finished banging the chick he had caught, in the Lady's bathroom. I knew from the onset that going clubbing with those two was an extremely bad idea.

it looked as if the gods had answered my prayers as I saw Jenny striding towards me, her lips swollen from kisses, kisses from different mouths. Before knowing her personally, I had thought that maybe, she was an Orgy girl.

"We gotta go, Soph," she said, and I leaped with Joy inwardly.

"Where are you taking her to?" Frank asked.

"Where does it look like we are taking her to big guy? Everest?" She said as she cocked her head to her side. Frank blushed at her sarcasm. Wait! hold up! FRANK BLUSHED!!! I look at the two, one at a time, from Jenny to Frank. Was there something I was missing?

"Hey, I've been looking all over for you guys," Cam said, his flyer still open.

"How was she?" I asked.

"Three words: Tight, Wet, Beautiful"

"Nice," I nodded.

"But hey, she can't be compared to you!" Please Cam, just shut up. Frank scowled at him, which he did well to Scowl back.

"Alright, let's go." Jenny changed the subject.

"Sophia is going with me," Frank blurted out, and I recoiled.

"I'm going with the people I came with Frank! Tell that to your Boss." I said and he advanced closer to me. "And, if you dare to stop me, Frank, I swear, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs and Cam here, my good friend," I said and Cam smiled, a little too genuinely. ". . . would be more than happy to call the police on you."

He looked dejected now. "Miss Carson, I was ordered to make sure you reached your home safely —"

"And that I'll do," I said as I turned around to go outside. Once I reached the door, I whipped my head to look at the man who was muttering to himself and rubbing his hand on his forehead. I shook my head and headed towards the car, Cam's car.

How many more lives are you gonna ruin Slade?