1. Who Are They?

"I have never been in a bar before. That's my secret." I say, looking around the table as my college buddies look at me, baffled.

I wait for the silence to go away as they look at each other in shock. I wait as some even look like they don't believe me. What's so hard to believe that I've never been in one, and I don't want to go to one either.

"What's wrong with you? When I turned eighteen my birthday party was in a bar." Kelly, one of my friends said proudly.

"Yes, but I'm not you. Bars just...scare me. I don't like them and never plan on going to one."

"Why? Why don't you like them?" Jack asked as he raised his eyebrows, everyone leaning in the seat as they wanted to hear my answer.

"Because, I've read to many stories of people getting kidnapped or getting raped or having a criminal inside the bar with you. You get drunk there too, I don't want to say or do something that I wouldn't typically do. What if I get pregnant! I'm only twenty three! I just can't, and all this stuff happens! Where!? At a bar!" I say frantically and rub my fingers on my temples. I usually do that when I'm stressed or angry.

"Uh, not to burst your bubble, but, that is unlikely that of all thirty nine million people in California, you'd get robbed, raped, pregnant, or have a criminal raid the bar. I mean, come on." Shayla insisted and I shook my head, I don't care about the statistics. It's just what could happen that scares me the most. What could happen?

"We are going to a bar - tonight - and you can't say no!" They all said out of nowhere, and I could tell my fear came across my face as they started laughing.

But I don't get what's so funny. I have a phobia of dying. In a bar. And I don't know why! I know, almost everyone is afraid of dying - I think - but it's just something about bars and deaths. I think because of all the news I read on bars and their backgrounds.

Some our rustic and allow fights. There are the stripe club kinds where you drink and can do all these nasty things with the stripper. Can even carry it on up to a little room, I mean, like what? There's the ones where you dance and just have a flat out good time, then you wake up with a hangover on the dance floor while people puke their guts out. Or, the rich type of bars. We're actually near one right now, across the street.

I wouldn't mind going to the luxurious ones, I think it's because there'll be security that worry for your overall safety. I'm not trying to say other bars aren't like that, but the security is kinda bad.

Like example, a teen died going into a bar and having his head bashed into a counter over some chick. Here's my question, how'd he get in there? Oh, I don't know, the security did! They always look at your drivers license and some people know how to forge them very well. But the guard could've still had a scanner or something!

"Fine. I will go if it's that one?" I nod towards the luxury bar I saw and they snicker.

"Not to rain down on your parade, but there are some high class people in there. It's almost impossible to get in without security thinking we want to rob the rich since we are the poor. I'm not in the mood to get a black eye."

"Well, I guess the bar is out of the question. I will go in that one, but if not, then no bar at all." I shrug as I'm not kidding and they let out an annoyed sigh.

"Fine, but we're going now. Maybe less people will be there, it's only six." As we all stood I started to feel this weird pull on my legs towards the bar. I hate bars, but maybe this one is different. It has to be.

As we head over there the difference in cars became uncanny, just proving how rich some people are. I even saw a Lamborghini, that car is no joke.

As soon as we get to the doors the security looks us up and down like "the duck, you serious right now"? But as soon as his eyes set on me he steps back, opening the doors as we all were shocked. I glance around to see if he had mistook us for some other celebrities, we are in LA. Who knows, maybe I'm a doppelgänger.

But none of that matters as we walk through the stain glassed panel doors. Immediately I don't smell the hangover of alcohol, only vanilla and a light whiff of sweet alcohol. I inhale it deeply, all my friends scampering off, as I soon realized I was all alone.

Great, I've never been in a bar before more, a luxurious one at that, and I look stupid as I look around. I bet I'm sucking on my tongue again, like I always do. I've had a habit of doing that since I was a kid, and it's getting to me as some rich girls laugh at me.

I look at my clothes, seeing that I'm only in a baggie hoodie that goes to the mid of my thigh, skinny jeans, and Superstar Adidas. I'll admit, I'm not the most high class dresser in the world, but what's the point of putting on a fur coat and Gucci heels if I'll only get food on it or step in some gum?

"Hey! I think you walked into the wrong place!" I hear a voice call at me as I see a blonde with an obvious lip surgery as her lips are swollen. But...what if it's something else...uh, never mind.

"I don't know why I'm in here either. Spare me, please." I look away as they laugh. Good thing my toffee brown skin covered up red cheeks as I was embarrassed. Great, this bar is bringing me back to high school.

I look around and see a buffet: a salad tray, soup tray, fruit tray, cheese tray, desert tray, meat tray, all types of trays! I immediately feel my stomach growl despite me just coming from Starbucks. But I did eat only three birthday cake pops and a cupcake frappe, but, I guess that's not really a meal.

I head over to the buffet and grab a plate, but as I glance around I see one of my friends at the bar. Obviously he's drinking up that drink that has ice shavings at the top and some flavored coloring of some sort while a drink rests under it. Looks almost like this odd slushy...most likely a margarita, if that's what they even look like.

"Lukas!?" I call his name and he looks towards me, waving as I walk towards him, leaving my plate behind.

"Hey! How's your experience of being in a bar? Is it everything that'd you hoped?" He smiled and I shrugged, sitting on a high chair as a bartender laid down a menu.

"This bar reminds me of high school. It is nothing like a bar I'd think. But, it's better then other bars. I'm not worried what's so-."

"Woo!!" I hear Kelly cheer and I look over my shoulder as I see her at a pool table. I get up, rushing over as I only see part of it. As I get over there an urge is pulling on my legs once again. I'm not even controlling my legs anymore as I'm standing next to her, watching as she's flirting with two guys. Two beautiful, sculpted twins as they look at the table. One of them looks up, his bright blue eyes that have a slight shade of brown in them, narrow at me as I just stand there.

They are both in a old fashioned three piece suit with no sleeves. The one staring at me has one with black stripes and a black hat to accompany it. The other one who is concentrating on the game is wearing the same thing, except his strips are beige and his hat is beige as well.

They have fair white skin and lightly shaved stubble on their faces. Highly defined features and beautiful eyes to compliment their dark brown hair. Their muscles aren't covered in bulging nerves and don't look disgusting. They are soft and the one staring at me has a tattoo on his right arm.

"Aren't they hot?" I hear Kelly whisper in my ear and I look down at her, raising my eyebrows as she's smiling like a little girl.

"They're...very good looking." I say, no, they were sculpted by god.

"Uh! I can't believe there's such men like this in the world! They've won the past four games against Jack," I glance at Jack as he's glaring at the guys as he one with beige stripes hits a ball, getting six balls in a hole," Jack I thought you were amazing at his game?!" She mocked.

"Oh shut up! I am good at this game! I'm just a little rusty that's all."

"That's what they all say Jack, it's okay." I go to him and pat his shoulder, making him grin as now both the guys are looking at me. Not just looking, but it's like their eyes have captured me.

Neither of them are doing anything and it's awkward as I can't move from their stare.

"Renee?" Jack says my name and I'm released from the stare, looking at him." Are you okay?"

"Yes. Was just...thinking about something."

"Don't stare at the rich, they can kick us out in a heartbeat. I'm not in the mood to be kicked out, I'm not done admiring them." Kelly bit her lip as she looked at them, but they were only looking at me.

The awkwardness went to a whole new level as the one with the black stripes hit the ball on the pool table, staring right at me. Not even seeing the ball, but here balls went into some holes. They won. Jack shook his head furiously as he started to collect all the balls.

The guys laid against the wall, perching their foot on the wall as they looked at me or something. Both of their stares weren't helping me feel any better. Is it what I'm wearing, are they uncomfortable, are they sick of looking at me, or what?! I didn't want to be in here longer than I had to, all because of these weird twins.

"Kelly, I think I'm going to split. Tell everyone else later." I informed her and she nodded, not even looking away from the twins.

I rushed out the bar as I had a feeling of being in danger. I don't know why, but it was exciting. And I hate danger.