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ZENDAYA'S GIRLFRIEND was hot.

Saorise and I were giggling over old high school stories and ordering drinks, when our third bestie came strolling in with her girl in tow. Almost unanimously, Sersh and I almost choked on our drinks when we saw her, but we managed to regain our composure before they reached us.

"Oh my god..." Soarise whispered discreetly to me, "how is she real?"

Neither of us could take our eyes off of the yellow sequined two-piece the girl was wearing, the fabric shimmering against the club's strobe-lights. Daya pulled us in for hugs, and we all squealed excitedly.

"Guys," she beamed, turning to smile at the girl next to her, "this is Tessa."

"Hi," she said sticking out her hand, "Tessa Thomspon."

"Nice to meet you Tessa," I grinned, shaking her hand.

As Saorise went to make her introduction, I sent a sly wink to Zendaya, who blushed in return. We chatted for a little bit, getting to know each other more, but soon the hype from the dance floor was too much for my friends to resist.

"Let's dance!" Sersh yelled, hoisting her drink up into the air, "woo hoo!"

"You want to come with us?" Daya asked, already starting to be dragged onto the floor.

"I'm okay!" I smiled, "I don't dance!"

"Loooooser," she teased, "don't get too drunk!"

I laughed at her comment, before she was swallowed up into the mesh of people jumping up and down. I turned back to the counter beside me, lifting my hand to wave the bartender over.

"Whiskey sour, please?" I smiled, tilting my head.

Soon the drink was in my hands, and I was sipping it with a tiny plastic straw. My heels started to shake with the heavy vibrations coming from the blasting music, and I bopped my head to the beat. The burning taste of the alcohol stung sweetly at my throat, and I adjusted the strap of my dress to stop it from sliding off. I saw a few men eyeing me on the other side of the room, but I doubted they'd be gutsy enough to walk up and talk to me.

Not like I wanted to talk to anyone anyways.

"You look lonely," I heard a voice say from behind me.

Suddenly someone's presence wandered into my peripheral view, pressing their side up to the counter. I turned my head in interest, but snapped it back when I saw who it was.

"You've got to be kidding me," I scoffed, staring at my drink, "how drunk am I?"

The bagel shop boy had somehow appeared beside me, his slim figure lit up by the neon lights. First the sidewalk, then the store, and now the club.

"You're not drunk," he laughed, "I'm surprised to find you here as well."

"Are you stalking me?" I frowned, picking up my straw and sticking it in his face, "because if you are, I have a weapon."

"That's a straw."

"That's what you think," I mumbled, dropping it back into my drink, "why are you following me?"

"I'm not," he smiled, "at first I thought you were the one following me."

"Hah! As if."

"Then explain why you came to buy my bagels this afternoon."

"I can't explain it!" I gushed out, widening my eyes in confusion, "I just happened to be there!"

"And I just happened to be here," he shrugged.

I turned to formally look at him, observing his blank white t-shirt and his black jogging sweats. He looked a little too under dressed for this kind of club, but I didn't care. I pretended not to listen as he ordered a cup of water from the bartender, and kept averting my eyes to the dance floor to see where my friends had drifted off to.

"I never caught your name," the boy said, stealing my attention back.

I let out an amused huff, "I know."

"Are you going to tell me what it is?"

"Nope," I muttered, popping the 'p', "what's yours?"

"I thought I told you mine?"

"Maybe you did," I frowned, "but I was too busy kissing you to hear it."

He raised his glass to his lips, sipping the ice cold water slowly. I didn't know why I was talking to him, but considering the fact that I would be standing alone, I guessed his company could pass.

"Sorry about that," he said, "I panicked."

"Ohhh," I strained, "you never told me your reason why."

"Do you want to know?"

I laughed, "It wouldn't hurt."

He hesitated for a second, before nudging a stray curl out of his face. I could barely hear him over the blaring music, so I unconsciously took a step towards him out of habit.

"Ex-girlfriend," he said, "she left me for another guy a month ago, with a note saying dating someone better now!"

"Ouch..." I winced, "that sucks."

"She sucks," he mumbled.

I froze for a second, those words sounding strangely familiar. I was clueless for a second, before realizing those were the same words I had told Saoirse and Zendaya at the coffee shop this morning.

"Well, I saw her coming down the sidewalk with her new guy," he continued, "and something inside of me just got mad. I wanted her to see that I moved on with my life."

"So you kissed me to make it look like you actually did move on," I finished for him.

"Right. It was stupid, and I'm sorry."

"You're timing was impeccable," I shrugged, "I broke up with my boyfriend last week and was hoping to move on too."

"That also sucks."

"He sucks."

"Damn right."

I took another swig of my drink, my emotions already down with the thought of Leo. God, why couldn't I have stopped him from going to that club! Then I wouldn't have to deal with everything happening.

"You're not planning on driving home, are you?" he asked.

I glanced at the drink in my hand, and shook my head. I could hold my liquor, but I wasn't stupid enough to drive under the influence.

"I came with my friends," I explained, pointing to the side, "they're over there."

"Are they sober?"

"Probably not."

He laughed again, and this time I was able to hear it clearly. Something about it was so awkward and innocent, and I raised an eyebrow. He might have kissed me unreasonably, but for some reason, he didn't seem like a bad guy.

"I can drive you guys home," he said, "or I can call a cab."

"A cab would be fine," I smiled, "I don't want to bother you."

"It wouldn't be a bother."

I thought about it for a moment, running through the possibilities in my mind. Taking his offer would certainly be less expensive, and with the new apartment, I needed to save whatever money I could spare. Even if this guy ended up being a creep, Sersh, Daya, and I all carried pepper spray in our purses just in case.

"Fine," I nodded, "where's your car?"