The music was loud and pulsating in my ears, making me feel completely out of control. My eyes darted around the club to try and locate my boyfriend, Noah. I squirmed through the crowd, getting slightly irritated about the amount of people that were here. I couldn't believe Samara managed to rent out a club for her party - not to mention being able to fill it.
We've been here for a total of an hour and Noah promised not to drink because he knows how I don't exactly enjoy how he is when he's intoxicated, however, after twenty minutes or so of dancing, he wandered off . As I worm my way through the crowd, I can't help to think he is off somewhere kicking back some shots.
My eyes continue to search through the swarm of people, Nathan is dancing with some girl who works at the campus Starbucks, Darian is talking animatedly to his boyfriend, Justin, and Samara was enjoying her time as the birthday girl, dancing on the countertop of the bar. We locked eyes briefly and she gave me a quizzical head tilt, I just shrugged and gave her a reassuring smile, not wanting to start any drama at her party.
Samara hopped off the counter, grabbed two shots, and came up to me. "You look like you could use one."
I stared at her outstretched hand, feeling a pang of anger. Just because Noah disappeared, doesn't mean I can't have fun. Grabbing the drink from her hand, I said, "Yeah, no kidding."
I swallowed my shot and let out a cough. "It's been a long time since I've had anything stronger than a beer."
Samara laughed. "Have fun, girl! Just because Noah is missing in action doesn't mean you have to be."
"You've noticed his sudden disappearance?" I grimaced, feeling utterly embarrassed that I got ditched by my own boyfriend at my best friend's party.
She nodded, causing her perfectly tight curls to bounce. "Yeah, I saw you looking around the club. Does he do this a lot?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "He usually ends up finding a crowd to hang with at any party he goes to. I, on the other hand, enjoy familiar company."
Samara simply shrugged. "Well, he's a dick. But just because he's a dick doesn't mean you can't enjoy your time. Let him roll with whatever crowd he wants tonight - you stick with me."
I nodded my head defiantly. "You got it, sister."
"You have got it going on, girls!" Darian hollered from the floor of the club.
Samara, the Starbucks barista girl, who was apparently named Rose, and I were all dancing on the countertop of the bar, like Samara had been doing herself only hours earlier.
The music continued to roar in my ears, making me feel more lively. Samara was singing along to the words as she danced and Rose was swaying to the rhythm. Throwing my head back, I let out a laugh. Despite this night not going the way I had planned, I was thrilled to be spending time with my friends.
This was the first night since my parents had died that I felt alive. But my moment was cut short.
Noah stormed his way through the crowd, his eyes blazing.
Panic rising, I turned to Samara. "I have to go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"What?" She questioned, looking slightly irritated at my sudden change in mood. When she noticed my gaze drifting to the obviously drunk and pissed off Noah she shook her head. "That boy needs to grow up."
I gave my friend an apologetic shrug and hopped off the counter. Almost immediately, Noah grabbed my wrist, hard. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
My stomach dropped at his question. I should have known this is how tonight would go, it's how it always goes.
His grip tightened even more, causing me to shrink in size, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable. Noah never usually gets this aggressive, but the lingering smell of alcohol settled the surprise.
"Let go of her, you Asshat!" Samara yelled over the loud techno music.
I tried to turn the best I could while being in Noah's grasp. "Samara, don't wor-"
Noah jerked me back suddenly, causing me to almost fall. "Shut up! We're leaving."
Without looking back, I unwillingly followed my boyfriend out of the club, feeling like completely defeated.
"When did you think it was a good idea to act like a total slut, dancing on a countertop of a bar?" Noah said with a dangerous calm.
We were back at the apartment and he was standing in front of me, arms crossed, as if he were about to discipline me, and a glass of water rested in his right hand.
I shrugged slowly. "Noah, it wasn't my intention to act that way. I was just dancing with Samara and Rose."
Noah tilted his head backward and let out a menacing chuckle. "Don't lie to me. You have been acting like a slut ever since you've gotten here."
"Excuse me?" I nearly yelled. "I have not been acting like a slut! I have done absolutely nothing to have you believe I am a slut."
Noah shook his head, muttering under his breath.
The room went into a uncomfortable silence and I sighed. "Look, we both had too much to drink and we are both saying things we don't mean. Let's just call it a night."
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" Noah boomed, causing me to flinch at his volume.
I stayed silent and looked at the floor, praying that this would end soon.
Noah started to pace in the living room, grasping onto his glass of water so tight his knuckles were white. "I have tried to be patient with you. I tried to support your ridiculous dream of being a writer but enough is enough. Tomorrow, you are flying back with me to Calgary."
I jumped to my feet, heat rising from my toes all the way to my chest. "I am not going anywhere, Noah. I like it here, I feel alive here."
"You only feel alive here because I'm not around to keep you from acting like a whore," my boyfriend barked back, continuing to clutch his glass. "Having two roommates that are guys, going to party after party, having a best friend basically whoring herself to everyone."
"I am not a slut," I whispered, hugging myself to feel some sort of comfort.
Noah just ignored me and chuckled again. "Honestly, I should be thanking you for your behaviour. Now I don't feel so bad about sleeping with Abigal."
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