I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You're so drunk, aren't you?" he laughed, letting his hands rest on my waist. His easy going nature returned and we moved to the music. We were surrounded by bodies. It was so nice to be alone with him here, even if we were still in a faceless crowd. "You've been so serious," I told him, "I think we should loosen up. Take some clothes off..." I slid my hands under his shirt and felt his firm, warm body underneath. "You want to take my clothes off here?" "Yes. No one will notice," I nodded, pulling his shirt up slightly. "Don't you want to?" I want to. Every time I see his naked upper body, I feel the urge to run my hands over every inch of his skin. "Yes, I do," he answered, "But not like this. You have no idea how much I want this with you, but not when you're like this." ** ~Cearra's POV~ This was the most incredible day of my life. The popular club, the gourmet dinner, the stylish villa... I was living a whole new life in here. And I was just rolling with it, pretending like this is what I do back home. I have taken 50 pictures today, minimum. The DJ threw out top 40 tracks and I danced like this wasn't tik-tok. I was dancing with Oma and whoever came in and out of our circle. Oma had a real suave-ness to her. She operated with confidence, knowing how to act and what to do. Chad and Bianca joined us after a while, and I kept looking around for Millie. Last I saw her, she was with Austin. I'm glad she has a boyfriend already. She literally scored Luke. I know he's her boyfriend, but his appearance does such a service for the community. Between him and Austin, I can spend my day watching them. I saw Austin speaking to a girl he met a few minutes ago. Anytime he turned in my direction, I would pretend to be having the time of my life. But otherwise, I was staring at him – feeling that jealousy build up in my stomach. "Hey guys, Millie and I are going to head home." I turned back to the group and saw Luke speaking to Chad and Oma. Then I saw Millie behind him, standing with a fast food takeaway bag in her hand. "Are you OK?" I mouthed to her. The music was so loud I knew she couldn't hear me if I spoke. She raised her food and offered me some. "No thanks," I mouthed. Someone bumped into me and apologized. When I turned back, Millie was gone. "Luke!" I exclaimed, pointing to his girlfriend. She was sitting cross legged in the middle of the dance floor, eating her burger. "That's why I like her," Chad said, "She doesn't give a f*ck." ** ~Millie's POV~ Somehow, we were standing on the balcony. I didn't know this club had a balcony. The whole group was out here talking. I didn't know what they were talking about. Occasionally, they would look over to me, but I had no more burger to offer. It was all gone. I leaned over the railing to stare at all the little ant humans down below. But then I felt dizzy and my stomach turned. I stood upright and brought a hand to my shoulder bone, since that was mid-way between my hurting head and my aching stomach. Where was Austin? He was the only nice person here. Everyone else has been so cold. I am cold. It's chilly out here. "Millie baby," Luke told me, turning his attention to me now, "Chad's driver is outside, so we're going home now." "But it's noon," I said. "It's two am," Luke answered, "but I guess it's noon somewhere." "I don't feel so good." My stomach revolted. "Soon we'll be home and get you-" I threw up over Luke. Someone behind him screamed. Oh no. This is not good. Luke's blue shirt had my not-so-blue barf on it. I put my hand to my mouth to wipe the grossness off. Oh dear. I felt so embarrassed, though admittedly my stomach felt better. "I'm sorry, Luke." He didn't say anything and stared down at the gross stuff on his shirt. Cearra came sweeping out of nowhere and threw her arms over me, leading me somewhere else. I let her guide me, though my head turned round to look at Luke. His friends gathered around him and I felt even more humiliated that they were staring at my barf. "I ruined the night," I said. Cearra pushed the door to the ladies' bathroom open and helped me wash my face and gargle water in my mouth. She didn't watch that part. "Why did you drink so much?" she asked me. "I don't know," I exhaled, feeling miserable in more ways than one, "I didn't feel like I was fitting in and I wanted to forget." "Drinking is so not the answer," she said, "I wish you told me. I didn't realize you didn't feel a part of this group. You're the one who invited me in, so I just assumed you were comfortable." "I'm not comfortable." ** When Cearra and I returned to the others, I could see that Luke wasn't in a good mood. Bianca was telling him something and Chad was nowhere near them. He had completely distanced himself from the situation. Bianca was in mid-sentence when Luke stopped listening. She objected, "What are you-" He pulled his shirt off and threw it into the trash. She then said, "Oh I am not complaining." Luke turned back towards us, chiseled upper body on display. He looked over at me and nodded his head. He wasn't playing sweet anymore. "Let's. Go. Home." "Ok." I squeaked. Luke's hot when he gets angry. Cearra asked me, "Do you want me to come? I can be emotional support." "No, you should enjoy the rest of your evening," I told her. I was in trouuuuble. But I guess I got his shirt off in the end.