was staring at a numb, lost girl with disheveled hair
and mascara smeared across her face. Today, I look at an independent,
confident, hot (if I do say so myself) woman. It is amazing how much can change
in three weeks, and I have to say that I like the improvement.
Don't
get me wrong, I miss Collin. Before yesterday, I still never imagined life
without him. Surprisingly, I think maybe I needed this break-up. For as long as
I can remember, I’ve been coupled with someone. I even had a boyfriend in kindergarten.
I don't really know why this is; it just always seemed to happen. I’m ready to
break the cycle. I’m ready to just be Alexa.
“I
love that dress.” Nicole says walking into the bathroom to touch up her makeup
and hair.
“Me
too, I’m not going to be able to breathe all night, but as long as I look
good.”
I
still can’t believe Amanda talked me into buying it. I’ve always been told that
I have the cutest clothes and I’m always described as cute or really pretty,
never hot or sexy. In this dress, I feel like both.
“You
ladies ready to get this party started?” Amanda asks, standing in the door
frame.
On
the way to the club, we blast the radio and sing at the top of our lungs,
getting ourselves pumped for the night. Unfortunately, when we get there, the line
is wrapped around the building and after standing in line for twenty minutes,
we still haven’t moved. Apparently the club is already at maximum capacity and
the only way anyone is getting in is if somebody comes out.
Just
as we’re getting ready to step out of line and go somewhere else, I feel two
hands clasp my hips from behind, and a husky voice whispers in my ear, “Leaving
so soon?” My body immediately reacts with a shock that moves at an intense
speed from my head to my toes. Holy cow! When I finally turn around, I
see Mr. Perfect from the restaurant. He is even more beautiful up close, and
man, does he smell amazing.
“Yeah,
we’re bailin’. This line is ridiculous,” Amanda answers for me. Apparently, I
lost my speaking capabilities at the sight of him.
“No
need, follow me,” he responds. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he starts
walking towards the entrance.
Feeling
confident, I place my hand in the back pocket of his jeans. He glances down at
me with a grin that makes me weak. I guess he approves. As he walks, I can feel
his butt muscles flexing with every step he takes and I’m doing everything in
my power not to squeeze it. His body screams sexy. When we get up to the
entrance, he whispers something into the bouncer’s ear. The hulk like man looks
up at the group of people behind us. Hot pants, I think that is his new
nickname, also has two other guys with him, and then there’s Amanda and Nicole.
He nods and unhooks the velvet rope that crosses in front of the entrance,
letting us in. Of course, there are some groans and yells from some of the
people that have been waiting to get in. Feeling like a celebrity, I can’t help
but smile.
After
getting through the mob of people, we sit down at a booth that’s labeled
reserved. I look at Amanda in confusion, but she shrugs her shoulders like she
has no clue. Hot pants and his friends wait for us to have a seat and then
takes our drink order.
“Um,
we aren’t twenty-one,” I whisper to him.
“Don't
worry about it, what's your poison?” he responds with that, ever so sexy, grin
and a wink.
Biting
my lip because I really don't have “a drink”, I say the only thing that comes
to mind. “A Screwdriver.” I have no clue what's in it, but I know it's an
alcoholic beverage.
Surprisingly,
with the rows of people around the bar, they are back within minutes with our
drinks. Each of the guys has some kind of beer, and Nicole and Amanda both have
fruity looking drinks. I’m happy to find that a screwdriver is some liquor
and mascara smeared across her face. Today, I look at an independent,
confident, hot (if I do say so myself) woman. It is amazing how much can change
in three weeks, and I have to say that I like the improvement.
Don't
get me wrong, I miss Collin. Before yesterday, I still never imagined life
without him. Surprisingly, I think maybe I needed this break-up. For as long as
I can remember, I’ve been coupled with someone. I even had a boyfriend in kindergarten.
I don't really know why this is; it just always seemed to happen. I’m ready to
break the cycle. I’m ready to just be Alexa.
“I
love that dress.” Nicole says walking into the bathroom to touch up her makeup
and hair.
“Me
too, I’m not going to be able to breathe all night, but as long as I look
good.”
I
still can’t believe Amanda talked me into buying it. I’ve always been told that
I have the cutest clothes and I’m always described as cute or really pretty,
never hot or sexy. In this dress, I feel like both.
“You
ladies ready to get this party started?” Amanda asks, standing in the door
frame.
On
the way to the club, we blast the radio and sing at the top of our lungs,
getting ourselves pumped for the night. Unfortunately, when we get there, the line
is wrapped around the building and after standing in line for twenty minutes,
we still haven’t moved. Apparently the club is already at maximum capacity and
the only way anyone is getting in is if somebody comes out.
Just
as we’re getting ready to step out of line and go somewhere else, I feel two
hands clasp my hips from behind, and a husky voice whispers in my ear, “Leaving
so soon?” My body immediately reacts with a shock that moves at an intense
speed from my head to my toes. Holy cow! When I finally turn around, I
see Mr. Perfect from the restaurant. He is even more beautiful up close, and
man, does he smell amazing.
“Yeah,
we’re bailin’. This line is ridiculous,” Amanda answers for me. Apparently, I
lost my speaking capabilities at the sight of him.
“No
need, follow me,” he responds. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he starts
walking towards the entrance.
Feeling
confident, I place my hand in the back pocket of his jeans. He glances down at
me with a grin that makes me weak. I guess he approves. As he walks, I can feel
his butt muscles flexing with every step he takes and I’m doing everything in
my power not to squeeze it. His body screams sexy. When we get up to the
entrance, he whispers something into the bouncer’s ear. The hulk like man looks
up at the group of people behind us. Hot pants, I think that is his new
nickname, also has two other guys with him, and then there’s Amanda and Nicole.
He nods and unhooks the velvet rope that crosses in front of the entrance,
letting us in. Of course, there are some groans and yells from some of the
people that have been waiting to get in. Feeling like a celebrity, I can’t help
but smile.
After
getting through the mob of people, we sit down at a booth that’s labeled
reserved. I look at Amanda in confusion, but she shrugs her shoulders like she
has no clue. Hot pants and his friends wait for us to have a seat and then
takes our drink order.
“Um,
we aren’t twenty-one,” I whisper to him.
“Don't
worry about it, what's your poison?” he responds with that, ever so sexy, grin
and a wink.
Biting
my lip because I really don't have “a drink”, I say the only thing that comes
to mind. “A Screwdriver.” I have no clue what's in it, but I know it's an
alcoholic beverage.
Surprisingly,
with the rows of people around the bar, they are back within minutes with our
drinks. Each of the guys has some kind of beer, and Nicole and Amanda both have
fruity looking drinks. I’m happy to find that a screwdriver is some liquor
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