Acquiescence

I've always been drawn to chaos.

The inevitability is what excites me the most. Like a moth to flame, I can't seem to stay away. I guess that's why I'm standing outside the devils club, completely sober and ready to get fucked up. And of course wherever I go, Candice is never too far behind.

"W-why'd you have to drag me out here?" Candice stutters as she shivers in the cold. "You know I hate these kinds of things."

I roll my eyes and nudge her. "You're so innocent." I tease.

It's true. Candice has been sheltered her whole life, fighting her way through the foster system and trying to come out unscathed. I don't know how she's remained so pure - not when she's gone through more horrors that I couldn't possibly cultivate within my mind. But I guess that's why I love her so much. Like a little sister.

I, however, am quite the opposite. Partying and getting down and dirty is what I live for. I live for the chaos and the unexpected. For a life where I have no idea what's coming next. My parents are still married and alive, and I have no discernible family troubles besides the lack of relationship between me and my father. Despite all this however, I am yet to lose the infamous V-card. And that's 100% why I'm here tonight. I just need to get this shit over and done with, and it wouldn't be so bad if the dude was good looking as well.

The strobe lights spill out onto the pavement from within the club, and music stains the air like the scent of alcohol coming from within. My feet itch to race inside and begin the night, but Candice latches onto me before I can show the bouncers my I.D.

"Please can we just go back to yours and watch some movies?" She gives me the adorable puppy dog eyes, and it takes everything within me to withstand them. As much as I want to give in to her, I can't. This is the first time I've asked her out in months, every other time I've succumbed to those eyes and stayed home with her. But it's my turn to have fun now. But I just hope she would be a little more supportive.

"Candy, please just be with me for this one night." I pout down at her. Her blonde flows over her shoulders and covers the small amount of cleavage shown by the sweetheart neckline dress she picked out.

There's a second of silence before she huffs and nods her head, smiling. "Okay," she relents, "what're we waiting for, let's get this party started!"

We both giggle as we show our I.D's and enter the club. Everything hits us all at once. The music, lights, singing - it's everything I wanted for tonight. Now all I need to do is find myself a man. For tonight, I'm banishing my anxiety and will face my fears. Today I will make the first move, and there'll be no waiting for a man for me.

We both saunter over to the bar, staring at everything around us in the process. The club has two floors, with the second level reserved for VIP access only. It's where all the rich people congregate and do rich people things. I order a whisky while staring up at the second floor. The balcony looks down at us, and multiple men and women dressed immaculately stare down at us as if we are nothing. And I can't help but notice one of the men who looks down in our direction.

Underneath the ever-changing lights, it's hard to make out his appearance, but I can tell that he's jacked. Beneath his expensive suit has got to be a lot of muscle. I can barely stop staring, and I only do stop, because he moves away from the balcony, towards the stairs leading down to the main floor.

Maybe this is my chance to shoot my shot...

My heart beats with excitement and fear. I don't want to make a fool of myself, but I also don't want to waste this chance.

I look back at Candice who is obliviously sipping on her lemonade, looking off into the distance. "Babe, I'm gonna go shoot my shot," I tell her, and she instantly lightens up and squeals in excitement with me.

"Good luck!"

I give her a smile. "Be safe. I'll be back before you know it."

She nods her head and waves me off. "I'm a big girl, I can look after myself."

I laugh and disappear into the crowd, looking for that devilishly handsome man. Thankfully it wasn't hard to find him, as I recognise his figure instantly, walking in my direction, with his eyes fixed up on something ahead, as if he's on a mission.

I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

"Hey," I say, trying to sound seductive. I lightly place my hand on his forearm, hoping to get him to stop for at least one second so I can engage in conversation.

Thankfully he stops, and doesn't make me look like an idiot, but his face as he looks down at me certainly doesn't scream positive vibes. He looks murderous, like he wants to tear me to shreds. I realise his eyes are locked on my hand which still loosely rests on his arm. Instantly I let go and give him an apologetic look.

"Sorry, I just was wondering if I could get you a drink?" I ask sheepishly, still trying to keep up the seductive tone, but it doesn't seem to be working too well.

"What the fuck makes you think I'd want to get with a common whore like yourself?" He spits.

Yikes.

I didn't think that would hit as hard as it did.

I take a step back, dejected by the man's hurtful words. I've never been one to get hurt easily, but being called a whore by a random stranger sure is something. Especially when I've never even had sex before.

How can someone be so cruel?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come across as desperate." I say. "I just-"

"You just what?" He questions, his dark eyes narrowing, accentuating his jaw and cheek bones. It's only now that I notice how beautiful he is unfortunately. "You just want a good fuck like the slut you are, and you thought that I would give you what you wanted? Pathetic."

I don't even have time to say anything else before he leaves me behind stunned into silence. I watch as he heads for the bar, easily pushing by each dancing body.

Well, I think my night has officially come to a conclusion. Maybe watching movies with Candice would've been better than whatever just happened between that man and I. Something tells me it's going to take a while for me to get over that man's words.

I take the last sip of my drink and head over to the bar, looking for Candice. My shoulders are slouched and I can already feel my energy drained. Do I really look like a slut and whore? It's not like there's even anything wrong with being a slut either way... but coming from him - it was like being shot with a bullet.

I'm not even wearing a very revealing dress, it's just a simple black spaghetti strap mini dress. I'm just wearing basic makeup and my braid is pinned in a loose bun. What's so wrong with me, that he had to go off at me like that?

Just as I make it to the bar, reading to get Candice and leave, my eyes land upon my friend, cornered against the bar by the very man who had just ruined my whole night. What the fuck?