How To Be Human

How To Party Hard With Jealousy

Chapter 23 : How To Party Hard With Jealousy

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Warren,” I sighed, staring at the monstrosity of a dress that was sitting on the bed in front of me. It was mine; I bought it a long time ago. It was something I refused to wear. “I’m not going to a party, and I’m most certainly not wearing that.”

Warren was already dressed. He had on a tight v-neck and jeans that complemented him very nicely. “You’re going,” He snapped at me. “I don’t trust you here alone.”

“Fine,” I snapped at him and grabbed the dress. I slammed the bathroom door to show him I was pissed. After we checked into the hotel yesterday, we both crashed instantly. I woke up in the morning. Warren woke up around 1 in the afternoon. He was most likely all vampire again, but like I said, I didn’t know how long it was going to last.

Because he’s a vampire again, he wanted to celebrate and go out. When he means ‘go out’, he means go to a club, get wasted, and party all night long. Something I dislike doing very much. I slipped the dress on and grimaced. It was a dark violet dress that was strapless and stopped at the thighs. I wasn’t all for the dress, but if it was the only thing I could wear to a party, and I was going in it whether I liked it or not.

I had black flats to match it because I couldn’t wear heels. I’d trip and fall. I was only doing this for Warren. For him to celebrate. And then we would come back here and sleep and that would be the end of it. I added mascara to my eyes and some lip gloss just to fit in when I got there.

I left my naturally curly hair alone and I debated whether or not if I should wear contacts. I finally decided I should; I’d rather not lose them in a sweaty, messy club. “Alright, I’m ready,” I finally said and stepped out of the bathroom.

Warren was waiting by the door. He perked up when he saw my outfit. “Ooh, micul meu frisca curata bine.”

“I don’t know what you said and frankly, I don’t care,” I said as I stepped out into the night.

Warren walked close to me and winked. “You don’t need to know.” Warren drove, because I had no clue where we were going. It didn’t take very long to get to. It was well hidden, though. I would’ve never found it on my own.

When we got out of the car and walked over, the bouncers let us in immediately. There was no wait needed. When I got in, it seemed a bit too elite to be a normal, dirty club. There were people drinking wine and shots, dancing on the floor, and making out against couches. But for some reason…it just seemed different.

“What kind of club is this, Warren?” I asked in his ear. The music was too loud to talk over.

He smirked. “Just say you’re a mermaid to whoever asks, alright?”