Too Gay To Function

The Party (Prologue)

It was a cold fall night. I was walking around in the club, my friend off in the distance with some girls. That was normal though. I scanned the crowd and glimpsed a few people I knew personally.

Erica, a cool, lively girl that had always had the men swarming, even worse now that she graduated last spring.
I forgot the other's names though.
I looked in a different part of the club, swerving between people. The stripper poles came into view, 4 to be exact. Cushioned, plastic-wrapped seats surrounded them, a water-and-cup machine in the corner. From the way I entered, I could see the door where the strippers came in and out. It had the words "Female Bathroom" on it. Although some guys were creeps and tried to enter it, most respected the girls and tipped well.
That's Asher Wells Club for ya.

I walked around the main attention and stopped before a led-filled room. Magenta poured from under the door.
When I entered, I was perplexed. The men of various ages sat on couches while girls in various styles of clothing seduced them. Needing to find out what this was about, I quickly went to sit on one of the smaller couches. A seventh girl came up behind me and her fingers slided up my neck.
I sighed, getting more relaxed as she stepped around and revealed herself. A gorgeous ebony woman, around the age of 20, twirled. She giggled and let down her facade. As soon as she noticed my rolled eyes, she stopped and smirked.

"You're awfully young to be in a club, hm?"
I scoffed and got up from my seat. "I can do whatever I'd like, thank you."
"My name is Aaliyah, by the way" the woman said, and left to tend to another man. I left that room and went to get a drink. I lived in England?, but I was 17. Not quite the legal drinking age. Winking at the sexy blonde bartender and showing her my very obviously fake ID, I asked for a whiskey sour. She blushed, not fully paying attention to the ID, and turned around to start the drink.
When she was done, I drank it slowly, watching people dance. I ordered some shots, downed those, tipped her, and went back into the growing crowd.
It was midnight, one of the busiest times for clubs. I looked for single girls but other guys beat me to them. Then a taller figure bumped into my side.
The strobe lights left my area and I couldn't see how hot she was.
Her arms wrapped around me and I placed my hands on her waist. Pressing up to her body, I noticed that she didn't have much figure. That was okay with me; I didn't particulary have a preference. Soft lips found a place on my cheek. They traveled over to my lips, and I kissed her. Bad idea, I know, cold sores and stds and everything.
But drunk me didn't care.
Poor girl had to catch up with me, I was kissing her with so much vigor. I missed the feeling.
When I finally pulled back, the lights had rotated again. And she wasn't a girl.

I stepped back, looking the boy up and down. He was around my age, maybe older, with blonde hair. I glared and pushed him away.
He looked hurt, but must've understood that I thought he was a girl. I guessed that he was gay. Turning around, he dissapeared into the packed club's dance floor.
I stood there for a moment, shocked, before turning to look for my friend. After that encounter, I didn't want to be in the club for a second longer.
L

uke was in corner with a couple girls, flirting with them and cracking stupid jokes. I strided over to him and smirked. He looked up from one set of racks and made eye contact with me.
I jutted my thumb to the door, the quick signal instantly being recognized by Luke.

"Sorry babes, my friend here's gotta go." A few of them groaned but dispersed, finding other men to grind up on.

We left the club, me getting in the Volkswagen first. Luke got in the driver's side and started the car.
"So? What happened, Alex? You usally love clubbing" he said.

"Nothing" I snapped.
"Oh c'mon dude, I know somethin's up."

I took a deep breath and sighed.
"Ugh, God, I thought a boy was a chick."

Luke chuckled, but didn't bully me about it. "That's happened to me toooo many times".

I checked my phone. Sunday, great. Tomorrow was the first day of Junior year for Luke and I. Here we fuckin' go again.