Sad, Beautiful, Tragic.

This is about a girl. A plane Jayne if you will. Not the most beautiful girl, but pretty in a subtle way. She was odd with corks and wasn't perfect but perfect in her own way. She was the nicest girl you would've ever met. Genital and kind heated. This is how 5 boys of every girls dreams noticed her. They became friends but nothing more. Until things started to change-BIG things- and emotions flickered and things were never the same. This is the story of how a small town girl met some troublesome boys.


5. Chapter 5, Don't Like Clubbing?:

  (A/N: because I felt bad for slacking here's an extra chappie ~the outfit is the same as the last chapter!)      

Chapter 5, Don't like clubbing ?:

“Dear Lord.” I gasp at the club. For 7:00 on a Thursday night this place was packed. Music throbbed out onto the London street and the line moved slowly. Funky Buddha was the name and according to Brittiney the place was so crowded because tonight was “lady's get in free before 11pm”. I just shrugged my shoulders and follow her up to the bouncer, who she kiss on both cheeks, then drags me in and then up the stairs to the main dance floor. The place was small and illuminated with purple lights. We pushed thru the dancing bodies and up to the bar.

“Drink!” She hands me a shot glass while downing one of her own. I sniff the drink and down it swiftly. I grimace as rum slides down my throat. I try not to gag and order a Coke. I drink it greatly and look towards Brittanys now empty set. I see her blond head dissiper into the thro ngf of people and I sigh. Somehow, on some level of my knowledge I had known that the more than perfect girl was going to ditch me.

I scoot over on the bar to allow more people to get their drinks. I finish of my Coke and rest my head on the cool was by the last seat on the bar and listen to the pulsing beat of ‘Grey Hound’ by that swedish house mafia that’s pouring from the sound speakers. I tape my toe to the word less beat and chuckle at the scarcely dressed girls making fools of themselves on the dance floor. It’s sad what girls do for attention nowadays.

“I don’t much like the club either.” Says a very british Male voice. 


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