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{20th May 2020}
—WALKING INTO the club with dahlia's arm wrapped around her own, sasha admired the party setting around her. it was dahlia's birthday, and it was no shock that the group were going out clubbing for her birthday. they had a meal earlier, with a few cocktails here and there, but now this was where the main fun for tonight was going to happen.

and dahlia and sasha were excited to just get themselves onto the dance floor.

"come on you four! get your asses here!" dahlia called over her shoulder to the four girls behind them. rebecca and carmen were just laughing, them telling the two girls they were going to head to the bar and would be right back.

victoria and fran however made their way quickly over to where dahlia and sasha were, the four bringing themselves onto the dance floor.

"anyone seen where jack and that lot are? he has my disposable camera." victoria shouted over the music, allowing her friends to hear what she had to say. sasha shook her head, genuinely having no idea where the boys were once they had entered the club. so she continued to dance to the music, swaying her hips back and forth.

"he's other there with- what. the. fuck?!" sasha widened her eyes at francesca's quick outburst, both her and dahlia worried about what had happened.

"what's up fran?"

"who the fuck is that with zach?" francesca narrowed her eyes, sasha looking over to where she was looking. a few girls were sat down at the booth the boys must have reserved for dahlia and the girls for when they came back from the dance floor.

sasha immediately knew why francesca had an outburst like that, as she saw one trying to speak to zach, but he kept leaning away, instead looking down at this phone.

"you lot stay here." francesca said, about to walk off from the three girls, when sasha grabbed her shoulder.

"i don't trust you going over there alone fran. i don't know if i could help cover a murder right now." sasha joked, fran shaking her head, knowing that sasha's joke was an attempt to help calm her down slightly.

it was that francesca was possessive over zach or anything, she just hated it when girls would go up to him, and almost throw themselves at him- when it was clear he didn't want any of their attention.

that and if it wasn't his girlfriends attention- he didn't want it.

holding francesca's hand momentarily to give it a squeeze, sasha and fran made their way over to the booth where the boys were sat. as soon as the two girls came into view, relief flushed over zach's face, him leaning forward to grab ahold of francesca- bringing her into his embrace.

sasha mentally awed at the scene, with zach wrapping his arms around francesca after having placed her on his lap. the look of that had gotten the clear message to the girls that zach clearly wasn't interested, making them back off.

sasha was about to turn away, when something made her stop.

more like someone.

whilst the rest of the boys, and now fran, we're engrossed in their own conversations with one another, corbyn had other ideas.

and seeing him with a girl, him whispering things in her ears as she sat next to him, made sasha's heart drop.

"hey sash- i got you a dri-" the sound of rebecca's voice cutting off behind her told sasha that her best friend too was seeing what was happening right now.

with sasha's name being announced by rebecca, it seemed like corbyn was brought out of a trance. regret seen covering his face as he pulled away from the girl.

not giving him any satisfaction of seeing any type of emotion leave her, sasha turned around to see rebecca showcasing a look of empathy, but also anger. like she was holding herself back from beating up corbyn. instead though, she handed sasha her drink, where it was consumed almost instantly, sasha now knowing if she was going to survive looking at corbyn all night, she would have to be drunk.

"let's go and dance." francesca blurted out, giving zach's face a gentle tap- almost to say goodbye- before getting up and grabbing sasha's arm. francesca did however, make it clear that she too saw what corbyn had done, giving him a dark glare before walking away with sasha and rebecca.

"I'm going to murder him." francesca hissed, anger spilling out of her mouth with rebecca nodding her head in agreement.

"don't- we're fake dating anyway." sasha said, shoving off the thought of corbyn kissing or getting cuddly with that girl once again. "he could fuck her for all i cared."

"sasha." rebecca said with a frown, sasha refusing to look at her best friend for longer than a second. because if she did, sasha knew she wouldn't be able to hold back any of the emotions she was feeling.

"whatever- that gives me the green light to do whatever the fuck i want. him and his stupid ass words about wanting to be together for real- yeah what bullshit that was." sasha said, fran and rebecca noticing the raven-haired girl get more angry as she spoke.

soon enough, the anger she was feeling dissolved, sasha replacing the frown she had, with a smile as she walked over to dahlia- wrapping her arms around her. shouts of 'happy birthday's' were given by sasha to dahlia, making all six girls who were now together on the dance floor laugh.

"let's get drunk." sasha commented, grabbing one of the shots carmen had brought over on a tray. she took the shot, the feeling and burning sensation of the alcohol hitting the back of her throat.

"it's all about us girls tonight. especially you dahlia." sasha and dahlia squealed, downing one more shot each before pulling away from the girls to dance together.

"okay what the fuck happened?" carmen asked no one in particular, her head nodding in the direction of a laughing and dancing sasha.

"corbyn." francesca said, pointing over to where the boys were sat. none of the girls had looked back to see the boys since sasha, rebecca and francesca had returned.

and fran wished she didn't look back.

because there was corbyn again, with the girl beside him- him whispering and laughing into her neck.

"oh you have got to be joking me." carmen muttered, a roll of her eyes being seen. "-fucking dick."

"yeah so that's probably why." rebecca chimed in, victoria letting out a deep sigh as she glanced back and forth between corbyn and sasha.

"this won't end well." carmen admitted.

rebecca let out a sigh of her own, grabbing a shot before downing it. "yeah well- blame corbyn for that."

waiting for a drink, corbyn leaned against the bar, his eyes searching around for a certain raven haired girl. after seeing her eyes widen early at him talking to a girl that came up to him- he knew he messed up.

but with the way sasha was acted after that, corbyn thought he only saw the pain in his imagination.

when his eyes met hers, corbyn definitely thought sasha's slight painful expression was all in his imagination. there she was, dancing with dahlia and rebecca, the three swaying their hips back and forth in time with the music.

she was having the time with her life, with her best friends.

even when the eye contact was made, corbyn taking a sip of his drink that had just been handed to him by the bartender, he kept his eye on sasha. and she knew that.  she knew that he was watching her as she continued to dance, her leaning back onto the stranger that corbyn had noticed had spoken to sasha a few times whilst she was on the dance floor.

maybe it was payback for what he did to her. maybe it was all a little teasing game on her part. but whatever it was, corbyn had a love hate relationship with it.

he took a deep breath when a figure came and stood next to him. the familiar scent of the drink she always ordered hitting corbyn's nose, telling him who it was before he even turned his head.

"fran." he said with a nod, giving her a quick glance before bringing his eyes to where sasha was dancing.

or where she was dancing. she was no longer there.

"you have no right to look for her right now." corbyn sighed, taking a large gulp of his drink. he turned around to come face to face with francesca, a lazy smile displayed on her face as she too took a sip of her drink.

"i just don't want her getting hurt that's all."

"oh you've done a great job of doing that already corbyn." francesca stated, making a dig at the boy. he let out once again another sigh, before deciding to take another sip of his drink. "what the fuck were you thinking? were you even thinking about what the fucking consequences of you being a manwhore would be?"

"I'm not a manwhore francesca."

"you may not be- but you are an all round douchebag." francesca commented, stepping closer to corbyn before talking further. "-you go and tell her that you want to date for real? yet you go pull that shit? explain your mentality corbyn cause none of us understand it."

a few seconds of no answer. "i don't know fran." corbyn finally said, francesca lowering her hardened glare on corbyn, softening her features only slightly. "-i don't know okay? it's true though what i said to her."

"then prove it. before she leaves the club with that guy." francesca nodded her head towards the exit door, corbyn following her gaze to see sasha leaning against the part of the bar that was closest to the exit, with the stranger corbyn saw her dancing with earlier.

"times ticking corbyn. i would get on it if i were you."

AUTHORS NOTE
and the chaos begins i wonder?

i hope you are having amazing days,
Staying hydrated and all that <3
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