Arranged love

the club

Juliet's Pov

I cannot believe I agree to this... I'm not a person who goes to parties, but Selena, Nate, and Will are dragging me with them to a club tonight. they had to do some serious convincing to get me to go with them, but when the three of them were all persisting, I didn't have a choice. they better not leave me alone though, there are creepy people at those places even though we are in the VIP section.

But since clubbing isn't my thing, I don't know what to wear. Dressing for a Gala or the office isn't a problem, but a club is new territory. God, I don't sound like a 25-year-old, that's for sure.

Eventually, I settle for a long-sleeved crop top and a high-waisted tight skirt that goes to the middle of my thigh. Both things are black because I figure that you can't go wrong with black.

"You ready love?" will say as he comes into my bedroom, and I nod. His eyes wander up and down my body and I can't help but feel flattered from him checking me out. We have a thing going on that I don't even know what to call, but I like that he seems to find me attractive. "As ready as I could be I guess."

It's January so it's still cold outside, but we are so quick out of the building and into the car that it's not a problem. It does take longer than normal to get around Manhattan since the roads have gotten icy after a few days of rain.

We arrive at the club with intertwined hands and head to the VIP section where Selena and Nate are already waiting for us. But when we get there, they are full-on making out and I clear my throat "Hi to you too" I say and when they pull away Selena is blushing, and they both are out of breath.

"Let them be love. If you're jealous I will be more than happy to suck face with you too" will whispers in my ear making me shiver. I'm sure he wouldn't mind making out, but we have been doing that a lot lately and I've finally stopped flinching when he kisses me. Kissing him feels like soft pillows against my lips, our lips are like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly like they were always meant to be. It might sound poetic, but I grew up as a hopeless romantic reading a ton of slow-burn romance books sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for couples to realize that they are indeed in love.

"What do you want to drink?" The bartender comes over and asks us. will order a Whiskey on ice while I order a vodka Diet Coke. if I'm going to have a cocktail and not just white wine, I joke vodka Diet Coke or a mojito. If I'm going to be here and drink, I intend to get at least a little tipsy and dance with my best friend.

Dua Lipa's song "New Rules" fills the room and Selena and I sway our hips while the boys are sitting on the couch talking. We aren't alone in the VIP section, there are a few girls here with big boobs and mini dresses and a couple of guys too. I'm a horrible dancer, that's a known fact if you know me, but anyone can sway their hips, I guess. The only dance I know is ballroom because I was forced to learn it since I attended a lot of galas all my life and it would be embarrassing to not know what to do when I was asked to dance.

Selena and I are screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs along with the rest of the crowd, swaying our hips and drinking our drinks.

"One: Don't pick up the phone, you know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone. Two: Don't let him in, you have to kick him out again. Three: Don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'. And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him."

For the most part, I love musicals and songs with powerful vocals, but who doesn't love themself some catchy music too? Sometimes when I do laundry, especially folding it because it's boring, I blast some music and dance around the laundry room to keep me entertained.