One Way Or Another (Sequel to She's Not Afraid)

Chapter 13: I'll See Who's Around

Maggie: I laid down on my bed, exhausted from a long day of filming. I checked the clock, just because I had to see if it was socially exceptable for me to go to sleep for the night. 7:30. Well, I sat up. May as well call Niall. I hit the number I had assigned him for speed dial. The phone rang, once, twice, three times, until I reached voice mail. I heard his voice, "Hello, this is Niall. Please leave your name, number, and business and I will get back to you shortly." I hung up. Okay, what else. I looked around my room. I walked over to my closet. Oh yeah, that was in desprate need of some organizing. I started by picking the stray clothing up off the ground. Then I went into pulling down the hangers for organization. Until I stopped. Staring back at me, was a hot pink black striped tiny dress that showed more than was truely nessary. That's when I got an idea for my night. I needed sometime to just kick back and not care. I pulled down the dress, dropping the rest of the clothes in my hand and decided to get ready. 

I pulled the dress on, it squishing me the familiar way it had before. Then I messed with my hair, pulling back a side and letting my hair flow in its soft way down my left shoulder. This helped cover the bare shoulder of the two. Then I brushed the dark black makeup on my face, giving me a smoky effect with that smolder I used to use on a daily basis. I pulled on the heels Niall hated so much (mainly because they made me stand about six foot one) and grabbed my bag. Quick before I left, I decided to tweet. I mean, what's the fun of going out if you can't tell people right. I tweeted Heading out for a night on the town. Haven't done this in a while. #Nightofmylife. 

Justin: I was finally home from shooting. I logged onto Twitter. I couldn't pull my mind from Maggie as I did. She was just so amazing. And it was obvious she was in love with me. I mean, how could a person hate something with such a passion without loving it? 

When my Twitter feed loaded, there was alot. But the Tweet I saw stuck out from the rest of the crowd. @niallergirl22 (this is a real twitter name. Check it out. Also its supposed to be Maggie's) had Tweeted Heading out for a night on the town. Haven't done this in a while. #Nightofmylife. I grabbed my jacket. Time for me to go out for the night. 

Maggie: I walked to the nearest club to us. It was a club called Ministry of Sound. I heard the pumping bass as the heavy set bouncer let me in. Inside played an elctronic remix and the dancefloor was littered with people. I smiled. This is what I needed. I headed for the bar for a drink before I would hit the dance floor. 

Justin:  There wheren't a ton of clubs right in Maggie's place's general walking distance. And if I remembered correctly, Maggie wouldn't drive to go party. She always walked. So the first two clubs were a bust when I walked in. One girl screamed very loudly when I mistaked her Maggie. That was awkward. Finally, I walked into Ministry of Sound. The club had flashing lights, a strong pumping bass, and a bar. That's where I saw her. In a hot pink dress, heels that showed off all of her long, thin legs. She was dancing, her hands in the air, sashaying her hips in a way that made me smirk. This was my favorite Maggie. The one who didn't hate me. She was the Maggie I remember loving. 

As I watched from affar, I smirked, not moving. She turned again, dancing to the beat. I pulled out my phone, snapping a picture of her. She looked so sexy in that dress. I walked toward her. 

"Hey stranger," I said, putting a hand on her waist. She stopped moving and stumbled just a little, stepping away. 

"May I ask what your doing here?" she asked. 

"Can I buy this amazing person a drink?" I asked, trying to keep her in her good mood. 

"No, thank you," Maggie said, sarcasm turning her voice into acid. 

"Please, I insisted. Is that a Sex on the Beach. Maybe a Sea Breeze. I have a hard time telling these days," I said, smiling. Maggie looked at me through eyes of steel. Her eyes were icy and staring into my soul. 

"Life is really just a sick joke to you, isn't it Bieber?" Maggie said, a cold smirk on her face. 

"This is hardly a sick joke. Just an offer of a drink," I said, "And I think you want another." 

"Actually I was just leaving," Maggie said, trying to butt past me. I grabbed her wrist. 

"But its only," I checked my watch, "Like 10. Stay awhile." 

"Let go of me," Maggie said, tugging at her wrist. I didn't. I simply held her there for a few seconds before I heard her scream, "LET ME GO!" I let go of her wrist just as she pushed me, shoving me into a group of wabbling girls. They shrieked in terror. The club seemed quiet. Maggie got so close to me I could smell the alchohol and lime in her breat. "You leave me alone," she said. She turned on her heels, stomping away. 

"I don't see how you're one to talk," I said back. She turned and faced me again. 

"And you mean?" she asked. 

"Well, I mean, obviously you have a thing for me. Otherwise you'd just ignore me," I said. 

"Oh you sick-" Maggie walked toward me, rage playing in her hazel eyes. That's when she delivered a very harsh punch to my cheek. I watched with a little smirk on my face as two bouncers hauled her out of the club. It was only a matter of time.