Ezekiel's POV:
I'm an idiot.
Why the hell did I hold his hand?!
I was doing so well in my interview and I had to go and ruin it because I wanted to hold his hand.
I'm surprised he didn't flinch away and kick me out right that second.
He was obviously lying when he said I did very well, he didn't want to hurt my feelings which is nice, I guess. I hope his next call-back meeting goes better.
He held the door open for me, like the gentleman he is, and I don't think he even heard my thank you. He probably thinks I'm such an ungrateful jerk.
And to top off the terrible meeting I try to walk out, saying my final goodbyes to Aven, and I walk into the damn window instead of the door. Luckily, he didn't make a big deal out of it or laugh, which means he might've not seen it. Hopefully.
Starting my car up and leaving the Earth Energy parking for the last time, I laugh quietly to myself.
I laugh at how stupid I was to think I had a chance. I laugh at how my car doesn't even fit in with the rest of the carpark. I laugh at how stupid I was to think people as amazing as that team would even want to be seen in public with someone like me. Someone who looks like me. Someone who acts like me. Someone so naïve that they actually applied for an amazing job like that thinking they had a chance.
I mean, at least I know the gay thing wasn't a problem, they actually have a really good representation within their company, which makes me feel a tiny bit better.
I pull into the driveway at home, shocked to see Bailey's car.
She's home early.
"Honey, I'm home!" I yell out when I walk through the door.
She crashes into me, hugging me tightly.
"I'm so proud of you!" she yells into my ear, "you got a call-back meeting!"
I'm glad she's happy but she's acting like I was the only one who got a call-back.
"Are you looking forward to tonight?" she says pulling back from the hug, "we're going clubbing!" she jumps up excitedly.
A big smile spreads across my face, I love nights out with Bailey.
*time skip- they're getting ready*
Bailey walks into my rooms, showing off her new dress. She looks phenomenal.
The navy-blue silk slip dress sitting perfectly on her body and the low neckline complimenting her too. The black heels with the short dress making her legs look like they go on for days, as short as she is.
I'm going to have to look after her tonight, especially when she looks that amazing.
I look down at my outfit, felling under-dressed in my black, high-waisted dress pants, with the light blue button up. I tried to make it look better by opening up a few top buttons and rolling up the sleeves to my elbows, but I still don't look as good as Bailey.
Swapping my shirt for a patterned button up and styling it the same. Adding a necklace, I think I'm happy with this outfit. I put on my vans and we head out the front.
Bailey looks over at me and smiles. I moved my car out of the way so we could take hers, she walks over to her car not looking back at me. It's a shame I already ordered an uber.
When I call out her name to come over to the uber, the look on her face makes me fear for my life.
"Neither of us will be able to drive home Bails," I say to hopefully calm her down.
"Yeah I know," she replies, sliding into the seat next to me.
"I promise next time we go out anywhere, you can drive."
We chat on the way to the club and I think the driver is sick of us. Lucky for him we arrive.
Thanking him and shutting the door behind us we head over to the line-up.
Shit.
What the hell is he doing here?
Maybe if I act like he's not there, he'll disappear.
As long as Bailey doesn't notice him, we should be fine, who knows what she would do.
Bailey and I are just talking while we wait in line, every now and then checking to see if he noticed we're here. So far, we're doing well. He's about to walk in, not looking back once.
That is until Bailey makes me laugh.
I can't help but burst out laughing at another failed attempt of talking to her co-worker.
I make eye contact with Aven, unintentionally of course, as he's walking into the club.
At least it's a big club, there's a high chance he won't even see me tonight.
We finally get to head into the club after I had to get ID checked of course, it's not my fault I look twelve, both of us going straight to the bar to order drinks. Bailey orders our drink while I wait a few meters away, I don't want to have to convince another person that I am in fact 22 not 12.
After having our drinks, we decide to head out to the dance floor, we're both very talented as you can probably guess, especially after drinking.
While we're dancing, I feel hands on waist, holding me very tight. At first, I try to ignore him and keep dancing, but he's moving his body closer and closer to mine.
"Hey, stop please," I say trying to talk over the music. He doesn't hear me or he's purposely pretending not to.
I try to move away, turning around to face him, his hands won't move from my waist. At least I got a look at his face.
"Please get off," I try again, moving away but still not succeeding. I have no idea where Bailey went but I want her as far away from him as possible.
After a few attempts of trying to shake him off and tell him to stop I'm starting to feel more and more panicked every time he ignores me or laughs at my attempts.
A few tears trickle down my cheeks, but I rub them furiously, he can't think I'm weak.
Just as I'm about to give up hope I hear a booming voice yell and his hands are suddenly ripped off of me.
"He said get off," his authoritative voice even scaring me slightly.
"OK man, I was just having a bit of fun, he was fine," the man says defending himself.
In response to this my saviour chuckles before punching him in the face. I'm pretty sure he broke his nose. Before the guy can get a punch in, he is being escorted out of the club by security.
Without thinking, I throw my arms around his neck, hugging my saviour. "Thank you so much," I say, trying my best not to let anymore tears fall.
He hugs me back tightly, "it's alright, no-one deserves to be treated like that by anyone, of course I was going to help you."
"Thank you for being such an amazing person, a lot of those other people out there wouldn't do the same," I try to let him know how truly grateful I am. I pull back from the hug.
I freeze. Of course, it was him. I thought his voice sounded familiar, but in my tipsy state I couldn't connect the dots.
"Aven," I say awkwardly, I can feel the blush on my cheeks, "thank you." Just because it's him, doesn't mean I'm any less grateful.
"Ezekiel, if you are ever in that situation again, remember to kick them as hard as you can where the sun doesn't shine, ok?"
I can't help but giggle quietly, until I realise, he is being completely serious, "ok, I will thank you."
"Are you here alone?"
"No, my best friend Bailey is here with me."
"Well let's go find her and you can both stick with us tonight."
"That would be great thank you."
"YOU GUYS READY TO HAVE SOME FUNNN!?" I hear baileys voice come out of the speakers. We both look up to the DJ table and she has stolen their microphone.
Aven's friends meet us over in front of her a, managing to get her down and all of us get along really well.
The night is filled with dancing, singing, fun and a lot of drinking. everyone except Aven, he isn't drinking, choosing to 'stay aware of the people around us' whatever that means.
As the night goes on, I start getting worried, we all remember what happened last time drunk Ezekiel was around Aven.