Elena's POV
I leave the house looking sexytastic! Yeah, that's a word now.
I am not usually the one to put a lot of effort into my appearance but who knows tonight I'm feelin it. After I had taken a shower I grabbed the curling iron and added a hint of curls. I slipped into my outfit and splashed on some foundation and bright red lipstick. Oh and let's not forget the winged eyeliner that's sharp enough to kill a man.
Stepping outside, I lock the front door. My heels are the only source of sound in the eery street and my leather jacket is fluttering with every step I take. I walk to my bike as if I'm on a runway. I don't see why not. Ignoring the fact that my helmet will leave my hair all Einstein like I slip it on and jump onto my bike. The engine is still warm and cooling down from my little performance. I grin in satisfaction and revv it up again.
Taking a steady hold on the handgrip I exit the driveway and speed off to the club.
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LaLoca is the name and it's flashing brightly on a billboard. I park my bike nearby and approach the entrance displaying my fake ID. As I expected the smell of alcohol hits me almost immediately and I breathe in and try to relax. Tonight is no time for sadness or stress.
Most of the girls in here got short tight dresses but not me. I mean if I drove here with a car then alright. Still, this outfit looks amazing. It emphasizes my long legs.
I head straight to the bar ignoring the wolf whistles behind me. Taking a seat on one of the high chairs the bartender turns to address me, "And for you?"
"Surprise me." I sigh and grab some cash from my pocket before a firm hand takes a hold of mine and shoves the money back into the pocket of my pants.
"No need for that, a pretty girl like you shouldn't pay." The guy winks and a cocky smile tugs on his lips. He has dark jet black hair and mesmerizing green eyes. His muscular frame towers over mine. Wearing a classic black t-shirt and some jeans he places his hand onto the bar.
"Well thank you." I smile politely and he turns to the bartender, "I'll have whatever she's having."
"I'm Isaac." He smiles and extends a hand for me to shake."I'm Elena."
Our drinks come around and I eye mines suspiciously. I wonder what it is and whether it's strong?
"Oh I see you ordered whiskey, nice choice." Isaac remarks and passes me a glass. "Cheers."
He gulps down the liquid in one go and I quickly do the same. Fuck this shit burns!
"Maybe you should stick to something lighter," Isaac chuckles noticing my reaction. "Two beers please."
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Mia: Car troubles, we're running a little late.
Me: Itz arayt!!!!
Mia: Elena! How much did you drink?!
Me: Lost count oops.
Mia: For the love of god don't do anything stupid. We're coming in a bit.
I laugh into the screen. Hah when have I acted stupid? She's funny. Granted I did once try to put out a fire with pillows but hey that's the first thing that popped into my mind!
"So wanna hit the dance floor?" Isaac suggests and laughs. "I think you've had enough drinks."
"Woo! Yeah let's roll!" I shout like a maniac and almost fall -again. Luckily Isaac grabs me by the waist and pulls me back up in an instant. I'm pulled against his hard chest and my arms move over his shoulders caressing his fine back muscles.
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The Bad Boy's Journal
Teen Fiction"Have we met before?" Those were the words that seemed to echo through the very depths of our souls. Elena Smith is your typical high-school girl. No, she does not like the spotlight. In fact, she prefers to take the quieter route with much less dra...
