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I look like I do going to the gym, same ponytail and no makeup She, however, dolls up

I look like Plain-Jane next to her, exactly how I like it

Crossing the parking lot, we run into a group of people "Hey Michelle," One of the girls calls out

I look at Shell She shrugs, "Stuart tookline up at a pub Be right back" She runs over to where the girl is huddled with other girls She makes friends everywhere It’s how I met her She forced me to talk to her I shiver and push away the memory

I don’t run over I stand where I was and notice a couple of the guys in the group walking toward rin"What’s your name?" I feel like I’m in trouble when he looks at o" Shell storrabs my hand She pulls me away just in the nick of tiy steps are ridiculous in the four-inch heels She drags et to the bar, Shell looks back at the girls behind us and grins Three of them run up to where we are They shorten skirts and pluirls leans into me, "You should probably stand back with the dudes or tie your shirt up and pull your jeans down to the hipbones"

I frown and look at Shell, ’"Are you for real?"

Shell nods, "They won’t let you in if you don’t look hot Sht have let me in on that before we left the house" Ia baby"

I look past her at the huge line up and then down at uy with the scary smile He winks at me

"Oh, hell no" I roll my shirt up into my bra and reef on my jeans They sit just above my underwear I shiver and wrap my hands around my now nakedet too wrapped up in the fear of exposing myself like this

My phone vibrates instantly I know Stuart is probably spying on us and reporting back to the reasiest smile ever, and pulls the rope aside for us

A tall blonde points back at the guys, "They’re with us"

The guys hustle through too The creepy one is pressed into my back His hands are near my sides I can feel the warainst h to the club

The music pumps so hard I can feel it in my teeth The panic starts to set in, but in thethat has never happened before

I like the song that’s playing and the rooood way I look around and no one noticesat me

I let Shell pull me out onto the dance floor I pull my t-shirt down and jeans up a bit We start to dance I’ve never been a big dancer so I’es and throwingfun I’irl The bar is full of the to talk to etting the attention I feared I would

Well, not until a tall guy in a light-blue shirt and dark-gray slacks walks up to e town His face is handsome in a way that commands my instant respect He looks like he should have supermodels on either arm, or be in a music video He doesn’t look older, just confident and dangerous

He smiles at me and it’s scary and cold "Want to dance?"

I can barely hear him over the music I shake my head, "No, thank you"

He smiles at me and looks down He has dark hair in a faux hawk and a dimple in his left cheek I know him I swear it It almost scares me His icy-blue eyes are so familiar, but like they’re locked behind a haze

"Do I know you?" I ask, almost like I’m in a dream He looks at me with confusion mixed with a subtle hint of severity

"I don’t think so" He looks around His cool deirls around us

It hitshiuys He looks severe and harsh I can’t help but wonder why he’s talking to ht be the janitor, not the girls who are alainst each other

It hitsto uardian?" I a

His cold blue eyes harden and he instantly looks more confused and less interested in hs, like he’s confused but alsome He rolls his icy eyes, "I just wanted a dance"