Lily's POV
I was determined to make the best of that party, cause for me, it was the crest before the dip.
I knew what I was doing, very well.
"Emma, I'm just gonna take this call." We had been 'banging up this club', as Emma put it.
Emma was a man magnet, I couldn't even keep tabs of how many men I had to ward off.
If Emma's mom thought people who partied in the daytime as jobless, then we were quite a burden on the country's GDP cause there were a lot of us.
I eased my way, among the teeming crowd of butt shakers, and dry humpers.
The DJ was killing it, and everyone was feeling him. The transitions were so smooth that they made the crowd go wild.
I was so sad I had to miss I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas. It was one of my favorite ever.
I didn't even check the caller ID, I just picked the call up.
Hearing Jessica's voice on the other side blew me off my high.
Jessica was a fucking wrong choice, and I hoped that despite how fogged and clouded my thinking was, I passed every message I was yet to, across to her.
After hanging up the phone, I needed a moment to breathe, to process everything.
I was supposed to be escaping my worries, not re-living them in a club bathroom.
"Get out, Lily!" I told myself out loud. I keot doing all sorts of things. Pinching my nose, biting the inner skin of my mouth, bunching my fists, stamping my feet, but it all just rhymed with the melody of my thumping heart.
I crashed down to the floor, crying. My dad must be done by then. But I didn't want to see him, there's just this cancer patient look I always saw on TV, and I wasn't ready to put my dads face on that.
It was gonna be fucking hard to adjust.
I wasn't ready to go back home, not like we were leaving immediately, but I didn't want to, at all. My dad was always the beacon of health, he work out in the mornings, did water therapy and all that shit, had smoothly toned muscles for his age too.
Monica, the dad-fucker, Jessica's former bestie, once joked about how nice my dad as hand would look on her neck.
Jessica was so full of bile, I felt infected already
I had every reason to be mad at Chase, irrespective of who had the child I aborted, but it didn't seem like reason enough to hang Emma's nudes to dry in the public. Letting Chase take the fall for it was just collateral damage. He should've known better than to make videos and take pictures with a girl while he's sexing her.
"Get up and dance!" I raved like a maniac, pulling myself from the fancy bathroom tiles. It had snapshots of very many visitors on the walls in no proper order, it was quite a pretty sight.
I did one last check at the mirror, stopping to curse myself for not taking my powder along after wiping the tear trails.
I did the best I could with blending and straightened up.
"Hey Everybody!" I heard from the club. I didn't want to believe it was who I thought. "I'm Emma, and proms coming up in two days!" She screamed. Emma must've drank too much, worse still, maybe her drink was spiked.
I cursed myself for spending too long away from her, although when I checked my watch it was just about ten minutes.
The crowd was going wild, everyone sure enjoyed a drunken show.
I had to save my home girl from embarrassing herself. It was a fancy club and they did let cameras in, but that didn't mean her shame would die there.
It was enough scandal for a lifetime. Twice, her nudes were leaked, she was one more major fuck up away from being unemployable.
"And you are?" She asked, giving the mic to a lady in silver dress and red heels.
"Helen, a stripper." The lady spoke into the mic.
I was gonna lie, I was liking it, and held back from dashing to the stage to grab her away like I initially planned when I left the bathroom in haste.
"Go get it girl!" Emma said, making stripper moves. Helen cheered her up, like that wasn't enough, she kissed her ass, literally.
Emma was too drunk to care. The Emma I know would have been so revolted, but she blushed.
Emma looked quite pretty performing for a crowd of fellow drunks, but I decided it was enough.
"Stay back!" She screamed at me, as I was running up the stage. "I'm gonna call you, Lily, we're gonna rock this stage together, just not right now. There's someone else I wanna call out. Him!" Emma pointed her long, freshly manicured nails towards the seat we had occupied previously.
I gasped, remembering I left my purse there, apparently, she did too cause she had none strapped to her.
I found my way through the crowd, with hopes of making it there before someone stole it away.
Then I saw my nemesis, Chase.
"What, what did you say?" Emma said into the mic, and she snatched up everyone's attention again.
"He fine!" Helen screamed from the audience, making suggestive gestures with her long ass tongue and her hand.
"I'm gonna have to disagree with you." Emma said. Her words were already slurry, but no one was ready to save her just yet. "Everyone has their choices though, but unless you want a picture of your vagina, I mean the fold and stuff, and maybe one or two of your tits, hanging out, displayed as 'prom theme' ideas. I mean, you might be sat with him, then he sends his home girls, who he fucked, while you two were together. How's that for 'fine', Helen?!"
"That's baby stuff. I still wanna hit it though. Boy so fine, I might have his babies." Lily said, rather insensitive.
"Oh, you're gonna hit? Wanna have his babies? Hit this!" It's the last thing she says before Emma dives into the crowd, straight for Helen.
Even the speed of the bouncers didn't save Helen's wig from the permanent damage Emma caused.
Two hefty men pulled Emma off Helen, but somehow, Emma still escaped with a larger chunk of Helen's clothes than was left on her body." The crowd went wild with ecstasy.
Chase couldn't take it anymore and stormed in pursuit of the bouncers.
"Drop her." She screamed. Emma was kicking into the air, and clawing them with her nails. Her nails stood no chance with their bullet-proof vests and she soon tired out. I was running along with both our purses.
"Like you dropped her pictures on the Gram, young man?" The bouncer I deemed the youngest of the bunch clapped back.
Chase gave him a very nasty look, but there was nothing he could do.
"We came together." I yelled, presenting Emma's bag as evidence.
"Where's your ride? We'll lift her there." They offered.
"Ermm. I'll have to order one. A minute please." I replied to them..
"I'll help." Chase volunteered only too readily.
"No one asked." The bouncer who disliked him replied.
"We'll take his offer." I said, sparing all of us the troubles. Emma would be mad at me, but only if she wakes up before we get back home.
The ease with which they tucked Emma into the back seat made me ask myself if they had been doing that part of their job a little too much. They were probably used to tucking drunk teenagers.
I was drunk, but that car ride was the most solemn I'd ever been in.
"Why did you do it?" He spoke to me, finally.