CHAPTER 2

NOVEMBER

The thing is I didn't know when I was going to receive the call or text message. I just wanted to know my fate, so I could plan my life better.

Was I going to go shopping for office clothes, or was I going to keep searching for jobs? Frankly speaking, looking for jobs in this country had to be a job in itself; it was twice as hard, harder than manual labor, but it was just one of those things we had to do.

"You'll get the job. Trust me," Sally assured me. I smiled at her in response. Currently, my friends and I were getting ready for our graduation party. It was something we planned big for. We’ve been excited for it since we were still writing our finals, so it was kind of a big deal to us.

Nifise got dressed in a short rose gold silk dress that sat perfectly on her beautiful skin. She looked beautiful. Amy had on a red bandage dress that showed off all her curves, Amanda, “Mandy,” had on a black lace dress. It had a very revealing v-line, and you bet she loved it, while I had on a very short yellow leather dress. I was scrolling through Instagram one day, and I saw the dress. I knew I had to get it for this party. It was the perfect dress for me; it accentuated my curves and made me look hotter than usual.

My girls and I looked good, and we knew it. When we were done getting ready, Sally took the keys to the car, and the rest of us marched slowly behind her as we made our way out of our apartment.

We took a lot of pictures until we were sure we were very late, like who even goes early to a club? No one, that's who.

When we finally got into the car, I scrolled through the pictures we took, and when I finally chose the pictures I wanted to post on Instagram, Mandy scooted closer to me, looking into my phone.

"I hope you tagged me, though? Who knows, maybe this time I'll get a boyfriend," Mandy said, and we laughed.

"No be today we start dey find boyfriend for you," Amy mocked. (Today isn't the first day we started looking for a boyfriend for you)

"I hate you," Mandy whined, referring to Sally, and we laughed.

"She didn't lie, though" Nifise chipped in, and Mandy flipped her off.

"Please, Sally. Drive faster. You're not an old woman," Nifise said, and Sally obeyed.

We were all so different from each other, yet very alike, and that was one of the reasons why we worked well with each other. Everyone just genuinely wanted to have fun and being together was fun for us.

After a few minutes, we finally arrived at our destination in one piece. After Nifise told Sally to step on it, Sally started driving like a mad woman, almost hitting a few people on the road.

"Alright, ladies. Let’s go have massive fun!" I yelled, and my friends yelled in response.

For a new club, I was quite impressed. The exterior and interior were top notch. Most clubs had a shitty exterior and beautiful interior, but whoever made this club knew what they were doing. They paid attention to the little details, making the whole place look exotic and nice.

The club was packed with a lot of drunk and semi-drunk people. There were a lot of dancing bodies, running against each other as the night went on.

"Well, what are you guys waiting for? Let's go have fun!" Nifise yelled, and we held our hands as we made a chain to the bar; there were a lot of people pushing up against others, and we didn't want anyone to get lost. We got to the bar and ordered our drinks while we sang to the songs that were playing.

I've never been a fan of alcohol because I am a lightweight. But for that night alone, I wanted to let loose and feel everything in the moment. I didn't want to miss anything at all, so I let myself go.

"Want to dance?" I asked the girls, and they nodded.

I knew there was something different about me now. I was carefree, and I laughed a lot; that could only mean one thing:

"She's drunk," Sally noticed.

"Of course, she is. She’s had five shots," Mandy added, but I laughed at them instead and went to the dance floor.

I pushed past people and got to the dance floor, moving my body the only way I know how. It was like I was the only one on the dancefloor, but I didn't think so anymore when I felt strong from hands around my waist, pulling me closer to the owner; I smiled and swayed my hips in an exaggerated manner. I felt the person go stiff but relaxed almost immediately.

We continued dancing and not even once did I turn to know who I was dancing with. I didn't care, really. I just wanted to have fun, and that was exactly what I was doing.

"Wanna check out the rooms?" I heard the deep voice behind me say. To be honest, I didn't even know he had his jaw on my neck. Only when he talked did I feel his hot breath on my neck. It was so hot.

And who knew this club had rooms in them? Whoever made the club knew exactly what they were doing, without a doubt. It was very rude of this man to ask me to "check out the rooms" with him, but Lord knows that I wanted to. Maybe it was the drunk talking. I don't know.

"Mmm," I replied, knowing fully well what was going to happen if I eventually go with him to “check out the rooms,” but I didn't give a flying fuck.

"Purse, my purse," I purred pointing at the bar that looked so far away from where I was standing. "I'll get it" he said and left my side. I turned around to continue dancing, but I was dragged by the mystery man to a room.

I couldn't find my friends where I had left them, so I thought they went to dance too. I didn't mind. I just wanted to have fun and so I did.