Chapter 7 "I was embarrassed."

Scarlet's pov

"It's good that you came to your senses and apologized, or I am telling you I would have tortured you by not bringing you your precious Starbucks in the morning," She disclosed in a patronizing tone to show that she meant every single word she said even when I knew it was nothing but an empty threat, she would never actually go through with it.

"Yeah, thankfully," I agreed to the fact that she basically brings me my life support every morning; I wouldn't dare argue with her on that.

I could tell that she knew I didn't take her 'threat' seriously but still she reciprocated a smile when I went along with it. I would have been happier if she really did stop spending so much money on me. I didn't like how she basically buys it for me all year round without any complaints.

I know that she has enough money to buy me a supply of Starbucks for a lifetime but that doesn't mean I would want her to spend it on me.

But I didn't protest like the many times I did before it only led to an argument which I never win. I just try to be normal about my best friend being filthy loaded and that it came with side effects of being showered with costly affections.

You would think why would I make such a big issue about it? But money often ruins relationships.

"How long till we finish this?" she groaned looking at the littered sheets and books around us. Half of them were not even needed but Denise came in with a bunch of fashion and makeup magazines to give boost to our creativity and get the juices flowing quickly.

"Denny, we have only finished half of the project today," I laughed looking at the annoyed expression she was sporting. She was much more irritated than usual because she had been receiving continuous calls from her father's secretary on regards with a business project she had been working on. She was a genius in that aspect and driven by big dreams but she often lost her patience when they interrupted her girl time with me.

According to her it was something along the lines that business shouldn't be brought up when in company of near and dear ones.

"Ugh! We have three weeks to do this project, right? Let's continue the rest of this some other day, I am bored," She reasoned while sprawling on my bed, arms stretched above her to release tension from her muscles.

"Yeah, fine with me," I muttered cleaning my bed and placing all the papers and books on the table beside it. Needless to say, I did most of the work today what with Denise being busy with her business and calls for most of the time. I am not complaining though, following and achieving one's dreams is a remarkable quality not everyone has the guts to possess.

She took up cosmetology as a minor subject just for fun when in fact she is actually majoring in business. And whenever I asked her why would she take a subject that is not even relevant to her stream she will always joke that she has to be around to protect me from all the boys spreading fake love.

She was weird but I wouldn't have her any other way.

"What do you plan on doing today?" she asked while lying beside me.

"I am actually going to a club today," I revealed a mischievous expression gracing my face.

"What? You should have told me before I am not prepared; I'll have to rush home right now to get ready," She panicked already climbing off the bed.

"Wait, I said I, not we. I am taking Andrew to the club with me," I hurriedly shouted before she could run out of my room.

Halting abruptly half way out, she turned around and grasping the material near her chest, she furrowed her eyebrows and after a tear fell from her eye, she whispered something in a dramatically low voice which I couldn't even hear.

I knew that something like this would happen when I would break the news to her.

Cursing the heavens above for surrounding me with such dramatic people in my life I asked her, annoyed, "What are you blubbering about? I can't hear you."

Sharply looking at me she pointed a finger at me and shouted, "How could you not tell me about this before? I thought we were partners in this crime!"

I felt like I was in a soap opera with all the drama going on around me. Was being dramatic the new normal because it seemed like everyone, I know was always just being uniquely bizarre.

"I was going to tell you after we finished today's work because I did make this plan less than ten minutes ago when you went to take a bathroom break. Look I just texted him and he agreed," I explained while showing her the text messages.

I didn't even give her time to act out another scene for demanding proof of my words. I knew she wouldn't stop until she made sure that I was being honest. She could be very clingy at times.

Immediately wiping her cheeks, she snatched the phone from my hands and then smiled at me, "Ah, okay I'll go now, enjoy your date tonight."

She then turned and skipped out the door and a few seconds later I heard the front door being banged shut.

I think this girl just might have bipolar disorder.

I wouldn't even bother to tell her that, as the only thing she would get from my sarcasm is that I care so much about her and not that she could potentially be a mental patient who needs treatment.

Maybe that is what will become of me after this date. The only difference would be that I would be a patient of diabetes with all the sweetness Andrew, oh so graciously bestows upon me.

Anyways I need to get ready I have less than three hours to turn myself into a smoking hot Scarlet, one on whom Andrew can't help but drool.

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Pink and blue lights bathed all the bodies around us in a glittery mess.

There was dancing figures everywhere, the dance floor was huge but thickly packed and the bar on the other side was long but less crowded as there was a constant flow of drinks being served.

"Exotica" had forever been a club for the riches and I had only been here three times in totality. Getting in was always a hassle for the common people like me, we had to wait in a queue, for a long time and make reservations beforehand.

"How did you manage to get us in when we only made our plans three hours ago?" I asked still unable to grasp that he had actually managed to somehow get us in and was completely not joking about it on our ride here.

Andrew chuckled at my disbelieving tone, "I have my sources, or you can say some friends who owe me."

I wonder who his friends were and why exactly did they owe him, but I wasn't going to be a nosy bitch on our second date and so grinning at him I pulled him towards the bar, "Let's start with some drinks."

Beaming back at me he took the lead to pull us through the sweaty bodies and to the bar. The echoes and thumps of the music increased as we went further into the club. The scenery around me felt thrilling I wanted to get lost into the beats and have fun freely with the unknown faces around me, uncaring to the judgmental world.

I would have given into the sinful night to enjoy myself like I usually did after a break up but the warm hand engulfing mine was like a reminder.

I was here on a purpose.

"How about some vodka shots to start the night?" I asked while hopping on to the tall bar stool.

"Sounds good," He said while calling the bartender to make four shots for us.

I analyzed his face from the corner of my eyes as he waited for our drinks. He looked so carefree and happy. A small smile on his clean-shaven face. He was very different from the guys I usually dated; even his physical appearance was a striking contrast to them.

I used to go for the dark brooding bad boy type but here he was looking innocent yet hot like the guy-next-door way. Maybe it was because I knew it was a fake date or maybe because he was different, but this date right now felt like I was on unchartered grounds.

"Here you go. Bottoms up on three?" He asked while placing two shots in front of me.

"One, two and three," I immediately gulped the first shot and then the second.

I could feel the burning liquid as it flowed down my throat. Keeping my eyes shut, I reveled in that feeling; it had been days since I had such strong booze.

Opening my eyes, I saw Andrew already staring at me as if in a trance. It seemed like the shots didn't affect him much as he gulped and looked away when our gazes met. It might have not done enough for him but vodka always made me weak.

The slight buzz started taking over my body as I felt immensely happy. Giggling I got off the stool and pulled him by his arm eager to go and dance.

I looked around to see people indulging with each other happily or drunkenly. Guys usually take advantage of a drunk girl in this scenario; I am sure Andrew is just like the others, after all however different he might seem he is still a boy.

The thought was disgusting and repulsive. Even then feeling a wave of excitement rush through me, I decided to let myself loose for a little while and let my worries fade away even if it's only till the effects of the alcohol lasted.

Finding a spot somewhere near the center I stopped and loosely wound my arms around his neck and swayed my body along with the beats of the song. Andrew seemed hesitant as he stared down at me, his hands still falling limp on his side. Noticing this I smiled comfortingly at him and placed both his hands on my waist as I continued to sway with the music.

This seemed to make him a bit more confident as he tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Trailing my hands down his body I could feel his muscles beneath the black button-down shirt. He was slightly on the leaner side, but it was still quite impressive.

"Please don't tease me, Scar," He breathed in my ear and a shiver rose through me. His voice husky, demanding and pleading at the same time.

Alcohol had blocked my senses and thus the words coming out through my mouth was not even being registered much in my brain.

"And what if I continue this," I said while opening the top button of his shirt, "What are you going to do about it?"

I looked up at him while biting my lips, my hands still playing with the second button of his shirt. He stared at my lips and then at the mischievous look in my eyes and quickly turned me around and placed one of his hands on my stomach while the other caressed the side of my face.

"I am sorry but I'll have to turn you around or I won't be able to stop myself from doing something," He huffed as he tilted my head upwards to look at me.

He looked like he was really controlling himself and trying to be on his best behavior with all his manners intact, but how long can you stay that way in a club? I really wanted to test him now. The alcohol was taking over my rational side, but I wanted him to lose all his control!

I wanted to see him at his worst, to make a mistake. Dumping him would become so easy then.

With that thought in mind I arched my back and ground my hips against him. For a second, he stayed completely still and let out a low groan but then detached me from him.

Moving away from him a bit I started moving my hips while roaming my hands all over my body he seemed to be mesmerized by me.

Smirking at myself I slowly moved towards him and was going to tease him some more when he caught my hand and twirled me around and then dipped my body with his lips extremely close to mine. I could feel his warm breath and it only seemed to make me want him more.

Losing all inhibitions, I was going to close the gap between us when I heard him say, "I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, but you are not sober yet and I don't want our first kiss to be a drunken one and I am scared that you might regret it tomorrow."

Pulling me back up he looked down at me a little sad and suddenly it seemed like I was sober again.

I was embarrassed.

"Maybe you are right. I'll be right back I want to use the bathroom," I agreed and escaped from there before he could even get a word in.

My mind had cleared up a bit but my movements were still clumsy. Pushing open the door I balanced myself with the help of the counter and took a few deep breaths in before staring at myself in the mirror.

My cheeks were stained a light red and my hair was a bit of a mess due to the dancing but I still looked hot. The sequenced navy-blue dress was attractively clinging to my curves and I looked the definition of desirable with my five inches heels on.

Then why would he reject me?

Was he really that thoughtful and caring as to not take advantage of me? I find it really hard to believe. Maybe I should try harder to get his attention, after all the night is still young, I have to make him fall for me.

Walking out of the washroom with a burning determination I was going to head straight to the bar when I felt a hand on my shoulder swiftly turning me around and placing the other hand on my waist caging me in a hold.

"Are you okay? We can leave if you are not feeling well," Andrew asked concern etched on his handsome features and I felt my resolve weaken.

Giving him a smile, I assured him that I was okay and that he shouldn't worry.

Hugging me to him he said, "Don't go away running like that it's not safe."

I was unprepared for the hug and it surprised me a bit. It was a loose hug without touching much of my body but it seemed that it was more to comfort him than me.

Patting his back slightly I said, "I am fine, you can leave me now."

Jolting away from me he scratched the back of his neck and even though the light was dim I knew he was blushing, "You are a little drunk, and I was worried about you."

If he goes on being this cute, playing him will be more difficult than I thought. Maybe only booze can help me get through this night now.