Charlotte's POV:
"Girl wake your ass up" I hear my best friend Serena tell me while shaking me to get out of bed. I groan, smacking her hand away to get a couple more minutes of sleep.
"Charlie if you don't wake up now we're gonna be late". Serena says. I sigh sitting up in bed. "Late for what?" I reply back annoyed that my peaceful sleep got interrupted. I look at the clock beside me. 9am it read. What is this girl on about?
"Ain't no way you forgot what today is girl". Rubbing my eyes I think back to what Serena could be talking about. Oh right, a party in congrats for being close to getting our degrees. I roll my eyes. "It's 9 in the morning and we're leaving at 7 tonight". I give her a glare right after, finally getting out of bed and heading to our shared bathroom to sadly get ready for the day.
Following me into the bathroom, I know I'm about to hear a long rant. "You do realize we don't have much time right? If you think about it we have to go shopping for you because we all know you don't got one sexy dress in your closet. What about shoes? Any cute pumps in there? Yeah didn't think so." I roll my eyes once more.
"Get out I'm going to take a shower". Pushing her out of the room. I lock the door and start to turn back around but didn't miss her one of many comments. "You gotta get laid girl it's been months for you, loosen up". I sigh and look myself in the mirror. It's not like I'm a prude, I just don't have much interest. Besides, I'm more focused with getting through school before a man messing with my head.
After my shower I head downstairs where I knew Serena would be waiting to drag me out the door. "Finally, God you take forever." She takes my hand dragging me out the door. I get in her car and she's already reversing ready to hit the mall. "Bitch this gon be the best party ever". She screams at me.
"Yay I can't wait to be hit on by drunk, horny idiots that don't know what the word no is". I'm the most anti social person on earth and my best friend is having me go to a party. I don't even drink. If I'm alive by the night ends, it'll be a miracle.
Getting to the mall and having Serena dragging me around for hours was not something I'd say is fun. I think I tried at least 35 different dresses on since we got here.
"Charlie you look fucking delicious. You best be getting it". I turn to look in the mirror to see the most revealing, tight dress. My eyes widen while I look at my best friend like she's crazy. "Serena are you kidding me? I look like a total slut. I'm not wearing this". She gives me a pout. "You have to and you will. You know how many numbers you'll have at the end of the night? Every girl in that club is gonna be jealous of you." Giving her that "idk" look, I sigh going back into the changing room to get ready to buy it knowing I can't argue against her once she's certain on something.
Tonight is going to suck.
Hours later we're back home. Currently 4 pm. Getting our hair and makeup done. Of course Serena is doing my makeup full glam. You think I know what I'm doing? My whole life is studying and practicing my gymnastics ever since I was a little girl. "Aaaand done!". I hear Serena say. I open my eyes to examine myself and if I do say so myself, I look fine as fuck. "Here go put the dress on". She urges before I can utter a thank you for how stunning she made me look.
Trying the dress on and seeing myself again yet in full glam wasn't something I was used to. In all honesty I was scared. I looked beautiful I do have to hand it to myself and Serena for her makeup skills but the anxiety started creeping up on me. I pushed all the thoughts to the side and walked out into the room to show Serena. "Isn't it a little too much?" I say to her with doubt in my eyes.
"You're fucking joking right? If I was a man I'd want you all up on me forever". She says before we both bust out laughing. After calming down from her helpful comment, I check to see it's 6:30 already. "Serena let's go otherwise we'll be late." She nods as we start to leave.
Arriving to the club my stress levels weren't even on the chart anymore. Peering down to look at what I was wearing again, I gave Serena a nervous glance. Sensing my anxiousness she sighs. "Charlotte you'll be okay. I promise to be by your side the whole night". I shake my head knowing that sometime tonight I'll be getting an Uber back. "Yeah until you see some totally hot dude and he takes you home". She fakes a gasp. "I would never do that to my best friend". I roll my eyes and get out of the car, Serena following me.
Entering the club I get hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol. The music blaring making the whole place shake. "Let's get this party started". Serena yells and rushes me to the bar. "Two vodka shots please". I hear Serena tell the bartender. I give her a wide eyed stare. "Are you insane?! You know I don't drink". She gives me her best puppy eyes. "Cmon Charlie don't be such a bore. Lighten up and have fun with me". I sigh seeing the bartender hand us the shots. He winks at us and says a quick "enjoy" before leaving to wait on someone else.
Taking the glass in my hand I stay uncertain about taking it. Lifting my eyebrows up towards Serena she's already about to down it but sighs. "Charlie cmon it's gonna be okay. We're doing it together". She gives me an encouraging nod. Okay Charlotte, you got this. it's just a little bit of alcohol. 3, 2, 1. Repulsive. That's all I was thinking. Why did I let her convince me to do that?
"Let's go dance!". Serena yells at me, yanking me to the dance floor before I had a chance to reject. Already she's moving her hips to the beat of whatever song is playing. My anti socialness starts taking over. I can't dance. Slightly backing up hoping she won't notice me head back to the bar, I back right into something hard.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to I-" looking up I'm met with the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Looking down at me with cold eyes, I start to feel like a coward. Besides him being absolutely beautiful with his shiny black hair and piercing blue eyes, he looks so scary. All the sudden I hear a deep voice bringing me back to reality.
"Are you just going to stand there and drool or fucking move stronza". I stared at him in shock. He did not just call me a bitch. Annoyance started taking over my shyness. "Excuse me, what did you just call me?". My eyes narrowing towards him. Why does every good looking man have to be such assholes with a hot Italian accent.
He stood there with a mean glare in his eyes. "You heard me stronza. Get the fuck out of my way. I dont have time to be talking to some whore like yourself". At this point full anger was in control. It's not like I wanted to be here. I wanted to be on my couch watching my favorite show. Without thinking I slapped him. If he was already scary, I don't know what he his now. His eyes instantly darkened and I started to realize what I just did. I started to look anywhere but his eyes and that's when I notice 3 other guys behind him with the same stone cold look on their faces. Looking back up at the handsome but scary man I see him let out a breath, look at me, and rudely shove me out of the way before walking towards the VIP section, the three other men following right behind.
Within that little amount of time I totally forgot about Serena. Cursing in my head I begin to look for her around the dance floor and then at the bar. No sign of her. I sigh pulling out my phone to see a text. "Left the club with some hot dude. I didn't bother to tell you since I saw you talking to that sexy ass man 😉".
Great, just great I think to myself. I walk out the club and start to call an Uber to pick me up. I am so done with this night and I am never doing this again. Seeing the Uber was going to take a bit to get here I had no choice but to sit by myself in the dark with little clothes on. What could possibly happen.
It's been forever sitting here and no sign of an Uber. What is wrong with today? I didn't live so far from my house but my feet hurt and it was starting to get cold. I was getting impatient. Getting up I cancel the Uber and remove my heels. I guess I'm walking.
10 minutes later, my feet were in more pain and I was growing tired. My eyes started to close when I hear a honk of a car. Slightly startled I opened my eyes to see a Lamborghini Urus pulling over. I stop in my tracks wondering what's happening. The tinted window rolls down and it's the gorgeous asshole from the club. Squinting my eyes in confusion and anger I stare at him. Was he following me?
"Get in". What? Seeing the same look I give him he sighs. "Get in. I'm giving you a ride home as an apology. Accept it". What the fuck kind of shitty apology was that? "Give me a better apology and I'll consider". I respond with my head held high. He clenches his jaw. "I'm already offering you a ride home. Do you want to walk? I won't hesitate to leave". I bit my lip softly. My feet are hurting like hell and I am tired. "Fine". I say walking to the passenger side of his car. Before I can open the door it flings open. One of the other guys from earlier grabs me, spins me around and puts me in a choke hold. Panic starts to rise and I start to kick to get away buts it's no use. This guy is really strong. Tears start streaming down my face. How could I be so stupid? I'm going to die. This is it. I'm going to die in a slutty little outfit and I never even made it out of college. I started seeing black spots in my vision as a cloth was wrapped around my nose and soon I blacked out.