CHAPTER 1

Mitchelle's POV

I flushed the toilet on reflex and looked at my reflection inside the stained bathroom mirror.

"Hurry up Mitch," Chole, my roommate and best friend called out from the room. We have been roommates for a year now.

"Almost done!" I shouted back. Chole has been persuading me to attend this party in a nightclub. I know that Zayn Welms will be there with his band and I feel so excited about it, but...

The sound of the water as I flush it again for the fifth time drowns away my thoughts.

"Hey! So much for privacy," I said, rolling my eyes at her as she comes inside the toilet.

"You can't keep doing this. Com'on Mitch, we are running late already. It's almost time for Zayn's band." She said with a pout.

"I don't know... I feel somehow about this." I say with sincerity. My whole body felt tense. I have never been to a nightclub in my life. What if a pervert decides to touch me and I have nowhere to go? What if I end up like the girls I read in my novels? What if I get drunk? I don't even want to imagine myself inside that black sleeveless gown. This is insane.

"You don't have to feel it. What do you want to happen to our tickets then? This is our only chance of visiting a nightclub and did you forget? Zayn Welms is coming! You will get to see him up close." She said persuasively.

"I'm scared, that's all. What if Zayn doesn't come and some accident happens and we're hurt? What if we are raped or kidnapped? What if Lucas sees me?" I asked, trying to persuade her.

She looks at me like I'm mentally deranged and needs urgent attention. "You still read fiction girl?"

"Okay, fine. It's the gown. I don't like it. It's too short." I said, looking at the gown with disgust.

Chole however has none of it. She picked up the gown and scrutinized it.

"You'll be pretty in this gown. It'll show off your badass curves and your booty, girl." Chole is always like this. She has a unique way of making things look more beautiful than they are. Most times it's frustrating.

"You're annoying and you know it," I say with a scowl on my face.

"That is why I'm your best friend!" She says. Chole and I have been best friends since middle school. She stood up for me when I was bullied and has been so supportive. I owe her one. Didn't I?

"Fine. You always win anyways." I said with a grunt. I wear the gown she chooses for me. It's a short black gown with a sleeveless hand, which glowed up my olive skin. I looked down at the gown with wide eyes. It's tight and almost to my upper thigh. "Girl, must I dress like a slut? I mean, this is too short."

"Shush. Don't call yourself that sweetheart. Fine. Do you want to wear your red prom gown instead?" She asks mischievously. She knows how much I hated my prom gown. It was twice my size and I looked like Cinderella without her Prince Charming. My date felt so embarrassed and rejected me. The memory is still sour.

"I thought so too. Now get your damn ass here, let's get you all glam up."

I sit down and a few minutes of chemicals on my face, brushes, lipgloss, and fake lashes later, I look into the mirror.

"Ta-da," Chole says to the reflection that's supposed to be me.

I looked at my reflection. "Fake lashes, eye makeup, loud lipstick? Seriously girl?"

"Common girl, you look gorgeous. I bet every man's eyes will be fixed on you." She says with a smirk.

I shoot her daggered eyes.

"I don't want that and you know it. Lucas is my boyfriend and I love him so much." Chole rolls her eyes at me. She has been acting uptight recently anytime I speak about him. I don't know what her problem is with Lucas, but I don't ask.

"Fine. Every woman's eyes will be on you then."

"You're crazy." I laugh and wear the matching mini-black heels she brought out for me.

"This or this?" She asks, holding out two gowns of equal length. One is a purple velvet gown with a rose in the middle and a slit at the end. The other is a blue gown with a v-shaped neck, which I know too well will expose her cleavage.

"Purple," I said with a half smile.

"I know it will be your obvious choice." She said and wore it with silver block heels.

"Let me do your makeover." I insisted, holding out a face brush.

"Use a red lipstick." I hear her say and mentally roll my eyes at her.

She sits down as I give her a mild makeover. I have learned a lot from her while sharing the apartment and makeup is one of them.

"And let's go partyyyyy!" She says after looking at herself for quite unhealthy times.

She screams in glee and clamps my hand, pulling me towards the door. I held myself from falling.

"Is it too late to rethink this?" I ask her with a smile.

"Yes, it is. You and I are going to the club and it's final." She says and opens the front door.

We step out into the cold night air and I'm shocked to see a posh cab waiting at the entrance.

"Did you order a bolt?" I ask her with wide eyes once we leave the flat. I look from the cab outside our apartment and back at her.

She nods her head and pulls me closer to the car door. "Get in girl." She says with a laugh.

"You're ridiculous," I tell her. This is definitely going to be a long night. I straightened my gown and smiled at her camera as we were driven towards the club.