Chapter 21

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The person chuckled. By now, I was full out panicking. For starters, I didn't recognize that voice at all. Secondly, it could have a been a thief. Lastly, I didn't have a weapon to attack them with.

I somehow mustered enough courage to flick the light switch, only to reveal Savannah sitting on my couch, laughing her ass off.

I sighed in relief, but I was quite outraged.

"Savannah, what the hell?" I yelled, sliding against the door until I sat on the floor. My heart rate was beginning to decelerate.

She wiped off some tears that had escaped her eyelids. "Sorry, I just had to. You should have seen your face!" she beamed, amused.

I rolled my eye. I was really starting to regret giving her a spare key to my apartment. That was a really shit move. Sometimes I wonder if it's that easy to persuade me to do just about anything.

"Why are you dressed like some hooker?" I asked, confused.

Her outfit was very slutty; a purple dress that ended way too above her knees as well as too much cleavage, pink six-inch stilettos matched with fishnet stockings and very, very sultry make-up. Her wild red locks fell in wild curls around her face.

She smirked. Is that honestly everyone I knows' favourite facial expression? "Correction, I'm dressed like a clubber." I rolled my eyes once again at that. "But honestly, why are you home so early? I wasn't expecting you until like 8."

I sighed very audibly. "I left the office early because I had done all my work. I was about to go out with Logan, but Bryce ruined it for me," I stated frustratedly, rising from the floor and plopping down on the couch next to her. "Are you going out clubbing?"

Savannah smiled widely. "We are going clubbing. Hurry up and get dressed."

"But I don't want to go," I whined, taking a cushion and hugging it. "I'm not in the mood for anything. I just want to stay here and watch a movie or something."

She grabbed another cushion then smacked me in the face with it. "Nonsense! We are going, and that's an order. I can sense that you haven't been laid in a while, the vibes are just radiating off you. You need to live, Aubrey. You need to forget about all your worries!" She ranted, giving me a stern look.

There was no way I would win this. I ended giving in, much to her delight. Reluctantly, we both went upstairs to my room. I went to take a shower, leaving Savannah in my room to pick an outfit for me. When I stepped out of the bathroom, fresh as a daisy, she had already laid out the outift on my bed.

It was a royal blue dress, that I had recently purchased. It wasn't too short, ending just above my knees, with a turtle neck style and long sleeved but with the back out. She had also chosen black wedge heels, a black purse and silver jewelry. It was sexy, yet a conservative look.

After I had put on the closed, Savannah also did my hair and makeup. Once she was done, I looked in the mirror and did a double take.

"Is that me?" I aksed myself in disbelief. I looked like a model, if I do say so myself, with the way she had done my make up and hair.

Usually, my hair was straight but she had somehow made it curly, bouncy, and shiny. My eyelids were coated with black eyeshadow and cat eyes, with waterproof mascara gracing my weird eyelashes. To top it all off, my lips were matted with dark red lipstick.
"It is," she shrieked. "Grab your purse and let's go, we aren't getting any younger."

We both proceeded downstairs and exited through the door, then I locked it once we had stepped out. Before we made our way out, I asked,

"How did you make your voice sound like that?" The voice I had heard upon entering my apartment was very masculine.

She snorted, remembering how she had almost scared the piss out of me. "Oh, I used some app I found online. I had been dying to use it but thanks to you, I got my wish."

I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time with a mere 30 minutes, but ended up laughing. We went downstairs to the lobby, then outside to hail a cab.

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When we entered the club, the scene that unraveled before my was very disconcerting. Sweaty, and I mean very sweaty bodies, were grinding against each other to some horrifically loud music on the dance floor. The air was very humid and stuffy, with the signature sweat mixed with alcohol stench wafting about happily.

Now I remember why I never liked going to clubs. This was definitely not my kind of scene.

I turned back to leave, that is, until Savannah sensed it and grabbed my elbow. "Where are you going, we just got here." she shouted, over the eardrum-bursting tunes.

"I don't belong in this club." I stated, deadpan.

She didn't bother replying but simply dragged me to the bar. "Not a chance, you do belong here."

The bartender, very handsome might I add, came to us. He shot us both a friendly, yet somehow seductive smile. "Ladies, what can I get you both."

Savannah grinned at him. "I'll have a dirty martini, and my friend here will have a bloody Mary." she purred to the guy, and he went away to make our drinks.

"Bloody Mary?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow at her. She simply shrugged.

The bartender came back with our drinks, once again shooting us that smile of his. Savannah wasted no time in downing hers. I looked at her.

"What?" she held her hands up in defense. "You get drunk faster that way.

I wanted to roll my eyes at that, but a voice from behind us stopped me from doing so. And, man did I really loathe that voice.

"If it isn't little miss cocksucker," she spat bitterly in that annoyingly high-pitched voice of hers.

Come on Aubrey, don't lose your cool.

I turned around to meet the ice-cold glare of Tatiana. Damn, this was the second time this week that we have encountered each other and something tells me that this time, some shit is going to go down.

"If it isn't Tarty-iana. I almost didn't recognize you when I noticed your tongue wasn't half way down Bryce's throat." I mocked, earning a snort from Savannah. "So, what's a whore like you doing in a place like this?"

Her glare intensified. "You're one to speak about being a whore. That's exactly how Bryce described you the other day, when we making love." she stated haughtily, adding an evil chortle at the end. Had he really said that?

I turned back around towards the bar. I couldn't describe how I was feeling at the moment. I simply took a sip of my bloody Mary, before throwing the rest in Tatiana's caked-up bitch face.

Then all hell broke loose.

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