My day in Miami is definitely incredible so far. I love beaches and it brought me so much happiness when I first saw the sand.
I was able to try jet skiing, even on my own! I walked down the beach, commenting the bodies of women and men with my friends. I was worried they wouldn't have fun but it seems like they would rather stay then go back to our hotel. I also managed to get a number of the guy that works at the ice cream stand, although later I found out he gives it to every girl he sees. But I didn't care, as long as I was enjoying and being carefree.
But there was this one thing that was constantly bothering me and I was pissed off at myself because it clouded my mind. Wes didn't say a single word to me after jet skiing. I didn't try to start a conversation with him, I admit, but he didn't make a single remark or a comment at anything stupid I said. He was joking around with the guys but never spared a glance in my way. On one side, I'm glad, because all he does is push my buttons. But on the other side I'm mad, because he has no right to ignore me. He remained closed off the entire way back to the hotel and I was fuming by the time I reached my room.
"I'm going to take a shower now." I announce to Carter and Sarah once they're both done with their showers.
"Okay. Remember to be ready at nine." Carter tells me and I nod, my mind travelling to what my makeup will look like for tonight.
The cold water hits my back and I close my eyes and move to wet my hair. It crashes down on me, calming every fiber in my body. Some people like reading books or working out in order to relax. I like taking long ass showers whenever I have the chance to.
I step out and pull my hair in a towel. After a minute I decide to let it down so it can air dry. I get these long waves when it dries that way. In the meantime, I do my makeup. I apply the slightest bit of foundation on my skin because I do need it. My left cheek has little blotches that I hate and I always cover them up. Using a soft brush I apply some shimmer to give it a glow. I fill in my eyebrows and place some mascara on. To top it off, I grab a red lipstick and cover my lips with it, making them look sexier. I know it will eventually wear off, but red lipstick is my ride or die.
My red dress is waiting for me on my bed and I take it before walking back into the bathroom so I can change in peace. I look in the mirror to see the finale and grin when I become satisfied. My hair is still wet but it will surely dry by the time we reach the club.
When I walk out it's about eight fifty and Sarah whistles as I walk out.
"I wish you would've worn heels. This outfit is your best one yet." Sarah frowns, staring at my white sneakers.
"I hated it last time." I tell her and she chuckles.
"It takes some time to get used to them." She says just as she grabs her own heels. They are covered in blue and white and I smile when I see her wearing a flowy white dress. She looks younger until she stands up in her heels, now being my height.
"You look fabulous." I comment and she waves me off shyly.
"You ready girls?" Carter opens the front door and he looks Sarah up and down, giving her a proud smirk. She just rolls her eyes before walking out.
Once we're in the hallway I see my cousin who immediately looks down at my feet.
"No! No, no, no!" She runs over to me, well, as much as she can run in her heels.
"We are not leaving until Kat puts on some heels." She places her hands on her hips and I roll my eyes. I look behind her to see that Jessica isn't in heels either and I tilt my head.
"I don't want to. Jess isn't wearing them." I tell her but she shakes her head.
"Go on and put my black heels on." Hailey practically orders me and I let my jaw fall before bringing it back in place.
"I didn't bring them." I say and see her own jaw fall to the ground. She mentioned I should take them but I decided not to in the last minute. I know I'm away from my parents but Hailey feels like such a mother to me.
"You didn't bri -" She starts and then raises her finger at me, shaking her head lightly. "You lucky bastard."
I just giggle at her and walk over to Jessica, who links her hand through mine and sticks out her tongue at Hailey.
After ten minutes we arrive at our destination, a club much bigger and louder than Falls.
"This is sick!" Carter smiles brightly as he places his sunglasses on. To this day I still don't understand how he sees clearly through them, especially at night time.
If I started explaining just how massive this is and how many things there are too see here I'd be able to write a whole book. I lift my head up to look at the long, wide balconies where people are either sitting or standing, and some of them are even dancing on the bar in the middle. There's something on the rooftop as well, but I can't precisely say if it's just a dance floor or if there's a bar there.
"One problem." Carter turns to the rest of us. "We don't have a table. Make sure you keep your stuff close to you and let's not seperate too much, okay?"
We all murmur something incoherently before he nods and we move to the entrance. As Carter said, we don't have a table and we definitely aren't able to walk past the line, so we stand behind the last two in it.
"I'm actually scared to go inside." I mumble and Jessica turns to look at me. I've never been a fan of a space with too many people, so this makes me nervous.
"You better not bail now. I'm ready to get wasted." My friend says to me, her hips swaying from side to side from excitement.
"Oh, I'm not drinking tonight." I say surely.
"You don't have to." Jess shrugs, her eyes focused on the large building. "But I will."
I grin at her and turn to the front to see that we're next in line. The boncer sizes us up and stares at us for a couple moments, his brows creating a furrow. Then he nods without saying anything and lets us in.
"Well, that was easy." I say and Jessica nods, already letting go of my hand. I do panic a little but feel a wave of relief when her fingers grab my wrist as she pulls me with her. She leads me to the closest bar and presses her palms on the surface.
"Two tequila shots." I hear her yell over the loud music straight into the bartenders' face. The guy seems unfazed, his hands automatically grabbing the bottle.
"I'm not drinking." I say to Jessica and she nods quickly, saying something to the bartender. He rolls his eyes but nods slowly. Soon enough, he places one small tequila shot in front of us and Jessica smiles at me, downing the liquor.
"You're serious about getting wasted?" I ask her, utterly stunned when she asks for another one.
"Yes." She keeps her ground. I see her eyes wander off to the other side of this huge room. "Mel is making me angrier every day. We got into a fight when we got to our room."
"You did? Why?"
"To be honest, I don't know." She looks back to see that the bartender still hasn't made her drink. He's busy with some other clients. "He creates something out of nothing. I can't stand his requests anymore, I'm not a toddler."
"So he's bossy?" I look at her just as she grabs the small glass that is given to her and drains it down. I probably shouldn't be worried but I kind of am. She's drinking her problems away and that's the worst type of drinking.
"All the time." She confirms. "But you know what? I don't care. We should enjoy tonight."
She smiles and places some cash on the bar, taking my hand again. She leads me to the dance floor where we meet up with the girls. I laugh when I see Carter walking over with a bottle of an unknown drink to me. He passes it around and I notice how long it stays in Jessica's hands. Hailey and I both seem concerned, seeing as she's basically chugging it down. I look over to Mel to see if there is any reaction from him, but he just glares at his girlfriend, standing still.
The music changes to a spanish song and we all start dancing, trying hard to move our hips in rhythm. I am glad my dress isn't uncomfortable, because I'd be pulling on it all night. Jessica spins and twirls around, her hair shining under the disco lights. My cousin and Luke seem to be experts at this dancing thing, seeing as they're moves are synchronized. I just move my hips in multiple directions, feeling good about myself even though I have no clue on how to dance properly. I look up and see Wes, his blue eyes wandering around as a cigarette decorates his lips. If there's one thing I didn't know, it's that he smokes. I want to tease him about it but suddenly the object is removed from his mouth by a hand covered with long and shiny nails. I watch as the infamous smirk forms on his lips, his eyes falling to the brunette next to him. She takes a drag from his cigarette and wraps her arms around his neck, his lips finding hers.
I stop dancing. His hands roam over her body, pulling on the material of her black dress as he pulls her closer. Nobody seems to notice where my attention is, so I turn around and walk back to the bar.
"Rum and coke." I say to the bartender. He grabs the bottle and fills the glass, not showing a single hint of amusement. I look back at the dance floor where the pair is still heated and in action.
"That will be on me."
Of course. I scoff as I look to the side, where a blonde boy, no, man, is leaning beside me. He looks like he's in his twenties, but his outfit is not something I see often.
"A suit? Very subtle." I smirk, taking the full glass from the bar.
"I heard it attracts females." He says before ordering a drink for himself.
"No, you paying for drinks does." I raise my glass and bring it to my lips.
"Does that mean you're attracted?"
"Nah." I shake my head and take another sip. My eyes loom over the edge of my glass, following every move the boy on the dance floor makes. He seems more relaxed, which means he probably had something to drink.
"Well, that's a shame." I hear the guy beside me sigh. "Why are you alone anyway?"
"So some random guy can pay for my drink." I shrug and he chuckles.
"Do you want another one?" He grabs my almost empty glass and I turn to him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. But this one's on me." I spin to face the guy behind the bar.
The guy whose blonde hair is perfectly made is Chance. I hate that name at all costs. It reminds me of a guy I once hooked up with. He was nothing more than a pig and I try not to think about that as Chance introduces himself to me. He seems very careful with the words he uses around me, and at some points I wonder if he's even the age he claims to be, which is twenty. He definitely doesn't look twenty, more like twenty seven. I'm glad that nobody is pushing me to drink fast so I enjoy every drink that is placed in my hands. He does seem to be interested in flirting with me, but he's not pushy. We talk about our hometowns and how we even got to Miami. Most of his answers are ironic and his jokes are really thought through. In my life I haven't met a lot of people who talk smart, instead I've faced plenty of boring and pointless conversations.
"I haven't had the chance to." Chance continues, speaking about never visiting New York. "It doesn't strike me as something I would enjoy."
"Chance never had the chance." I think to myself, seeing his small smile as his eyes glare at mine.
"That was not creative at all." He tells me and I giggle, mostly at myself. I can feel the small buzz in my ears, signaling for me to stop drinking. It's making me energetic and happy, but I don't want to relive the last time.
"I'm trying." I shrug. "But you should come to New York. If you don't mind the traffic and constantly being aroud people."
"I don't mind the traffic, but the people." He shakes his head and looks away. I smile at him until I spot a specific person coming over.
Wes's eyes connect with mine, his eyebrow lazily lifting itself up. He looks over to Chance but only for a second, before he focuses his attention back on me.
"How much did you drink?" He asks me as he steps in front of me, his hands in the pockets of his black jeans.
"Clearly not enough." I mutter and place my fourth glass on the counter.
"Would you like another one?" Chance asks me, completely oblivious of the situation. Wes looks at me with his eyebrow raised, but his lips are in a tight line.
"Very much so, thank you." I fake a smile as I'm looking into those ocean eyes. Wes smirks, such a small smirk I barely notice it.
Chance hands me my drink and I smile gratefully. The liquor seems colder against my throat and I slowly drink it, my gaze still on the boy in front of me.
"I didn't ask you, how long are you staying in Miami?" Chance asks. I transfer my eyes to him.
"We're leaving tomorrow." I tell him and he frowns.
"Too bad. Maybe you could give me a call?"
I smile at his ignited hope. I didn't mean to lead him on, and now he's offering me his number. I watch as he writes down his number on a receipt and hands it to me.
"I'll see." I say honestly. I doubt he'll ever get a call from me but you never know what the future holds.
"Katherine." Wes mutters from the side, his eyes on the small paper I place in my clutch. "Hailey, Luke and Dylan left. Jessica was trashed so they went back with one car. The rest of us are planning on leaving now so are you coming with us or?"
I watch as he moves his hand between Chance and I and notice the surpised look on Chance's face. The asshole, always trying to make people feel embarrassed.
"Yes, I am." I grab my clutch and my phone, waving to the blonde that entertained me tonight. "Bye, Chance."
"Bye." I see his sheepish smile as I leave him alone by that bar.
I walk to the exit, more like stomp as I look around to see if Wes is following. When I see him lazily walk behind me I groan and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
"Would you slow down?" He effortlessly calls behind me as I push through the mass of people that are still dancing the night away.
"No." I reply, moving aside a couple practically humping each other. I'm trying to be faster but clearly, Wes isn't having it, as he grabs my hand in order to slow me down. I feel him grab my waist and he continues to guide us through the club, his chest pressing to my back.
"I know you're pissed at me but you shouldn't walk alone." I hear him say and instantly roll my eyes.
"I'm not pissed at you." I retort angrily.
"Yes, you are." He says. How egoistic can he be to think everything revolves around him?
"I'm not." I growl before I feel a small pinch on the side of my body and squeal.
"I hope he didn't touch you like I do." Wes says into my ear and my eyes roll as I hold my clutch to my chest. I try to ignore the feeling that consumes me when he tells me that.
"I saw she touched you like I do." I mutter, my mind almost immediately regretting my statement. It's the alcohol speaking for me, my ears are buzzing anyway.
"I told you you were pissed." He snickers just as we reach the wide open door that lead to the front yard.
"I'm not." I grit through my teeth and dare to make eye contact with him. He seems amused and that irritates me, so I turn to search for the rest of the group.
Carter's face comes in view and he waves at me before entering the car that I rush over to.