Fifty Shades of Zayn (SLOW UPDATES)

Control Freak

  ____________________  

Chapter 2: Control Freak

"You look truly amazing. Hot as fire." Sara whacks my bum. I wince in fake pain knowing it doesn't hurt.

"Will you stop doing that?" I scoff playfully. "And besides, I am too considerate to not die in this cold weather, unlike you," I say lifting my maroon jacket and heading downstairs. We are going to the club to celebrate my job. Sara has worn a skirt and an off the shoulder shirt while I have gotten into my leather skin fit jeans and an off-white T-shirt.

We drive to the club and meet some of Sara's friends there. They must be the usual consumers because the bouncer lets us in immediately. The environment is so wild, sweaty bodies heating up the atmosphere, desperate hypodermic human bodies sitting in the corners and having all kinds of physical activities. Why am I here? I don't even belong to clubs. I speak to myself.

Within minutes, Sara is gone somewhere I don't know and I am left all alone. I hope I get past through this night.

I walk to the bar and order a cosmopolitan with a little vodka. I'd rather have my pants on tomorrow than a hangover. You think too much. My fierce subconscious tells me. I can see her rolling her eyes but I ignore her. She's always partying in there with her tutu on.

Once the drink is served, I turn to face the crowd and look at some insane couples dancing their way to orgasm. Get a room. I and my sane sub-conscious agree at this point. That's exactly what I want to yell but I know they can't hear me. Or rather put it this way, they won't listen to me.

Sara returns, shivering excessively and drunk.

"Where have you been Sara?" I ask her.

"I am cold. I met this guy over there and you should meet them too." Without any further words, she drags me to the boy.

"Here, take my jacket." I wrap my jacket around her as we walk. She introduces me to this Ian guy and sits down on his lap. She surely doesn't know what she is doing, does she? She is a real hit amongst men and gets most of the attention. A boy comes and stands next to me and smiles at me.

"Oh, that is Rodger," Sara says and gets back to the guy she is seated on. I give a short smile to Rodger and he grins.

"Smart dressing," he compliments me. I think he knows why I have worn this. To get saved from all the same things going on in this club. I don't want to get drunk and get laid and then regret it.

****

It's late and I try searching for Sara amongst the crowd. I find her sitting on Ian's lap, kissing him voraciously.

"Sara," I call her. She looks in my direction and immediately walks up to me. "I need to go home. It seems like you are having a great time here. So just let me know if you need a ride," I yell into her ear. She nods with a grin, gives me a hug and walks away. I hope she isn't too drunk to know what she is doing.

I get the car out of the club and drive back to my house with some soft music playing in the background. Suddenly, the car makes a sound and I worriedly park it in the corner. I walk out to see that I have a flat tire. I mentally groan and kick the tire only to hurt myself. Great! Now I am stuck in the middle of nowhere with no spare tire to change.

The whole place is dark and no sign of any house or anything around.I should've taken the longer route instead of this shortcut. It starts to get cold and I regret not taking the jacket back from Sara. I have no option to either wait for someone to come by or spend the night in the car and call the mechanic in the morning.