Rosemary's P.O.V

It felt like I reached every end of the club but still couldn't find Violet. Seriously, I didn't know where else to turn!

"Hello Rosemary," hands snaked around my neck, from behind me. I felt a hot breath on my earlobe. "You're gonna have fun with me, right?" Melanie nibbled on it.

"I don't want you touching me," I removed myself from her.

Now that Melanie had her hands off me, I looked straight forward.

"Hello, sexy," Melanie was all over me again. Her hands slipped around my waist, leading to my ass and giving a squeeze.

"Hold up," I pushed her hands away and took several steps away from her. "Melanie, you can't just touch me like that," I stated.

"Stop being so boring," she whined and attempted to hold me again. I blocked her hands away from me. At any direction that she tried, my hands were there to block. My defense system. "Stop that," she chuckled, thinking that it was funny.

"No! You stop that!" I maintained a serious expression. Melanie needed to back off. There was no interest in her. Nothing was going to spark between us. She was not girlfriend material. And even if she was, I was not interested in her. "I'm gonna go now," I walked past her. I heard her groan but then laugh. She was such a weirdo.

"Rosemary, wait up," Lola ran to catch up to me.

We stepped into another area of the club and wow! My mouth dropped. It was insane! There were poles everywhere with girls in bikinis dancing. They sure knew how to become in sync with the pole. Guys quickly ran to those girls and watched them. All kinds of different colors of light switched on and off. House music was playing loudly. Already, I felt the music enter my body. It was so hard not to follow up with the beat.

As we kept walking, waiters were walking around with trays of drinks. Lola made sure to grab two drinks while the waiter quickly kept walking.

"Thanks!" I had to shout over the music while taking the drink from her.

"Let's look for a table!" she instructed and motioned for me to walk to the left.

Dancing along with the music, we walked, searching for the nearest empty table. During the process, we passed lots of sights. Like people making out. Others practically getting their freak on in the table booths. Others dry humping on the dance floor, what were they trying to do? Grind? It was really disturbing to watch. Either way, it seemed to be normal to them.

For a moment, it seemed like there was an open booth but no. When we approached it, we realized that it was already taken. Two guys were laying down, one on top of the other. Getting their freak on. May I say, the one with his shirt off had very nice abs. Lola and I exchanged a look, stifling a laugh. Actually, these two did not look bad together.

People were going crazy, jumping up and down. Did their own little dances. Dance battles were formed in one part of the dance floor. While others just did their own thing. Kept getting their freak on with each other. Whether people were dancing, grinding or making out on the dance floor, it was all a huge party. A few sandwich grinds.

"Rosemary, there's a free table over here!" Lola held my arm and quickly ran to the table. I tried keeping up, in order not to trip.

Luckily, we got to it before anyone else could. As we drank up, we danced in our seats. "Oh my god, this is insane!" Lola fist pumped.

I burst out laughing, "Don't do that."

She didn't care, just kept on doing it more and more.

Others were fist pumping as well. Going crazy whether they were on the dance floor or not. It was really hot in here. I started to feel the heat, so I grabbed a napkin and used it to fan myself with it. For the past time, we had been sitting and drinking. I had lost track time, just focused on having fun!

Then I started smelling something. I turned around and saw people rolling up a blunt. Soon they were all smoking it and passing it around. Getting high was a must to them, apparently.

"Hey idiots, pass that over here," Lola demanded. My eyes widened. I didn't expect that from her. With one of the blunts, a guy walked over to our table and sat between us.

He inhaled and that's when Lola playfully smacked his back, "Here," he coughed out while passing it to her. The smell of what he smoked out, invaded through my nostrils. I coughed it off. Waved my hand in the air to make the smoke disappear.

Lola held the blunt in her fingers and took a puff. Immediately exhaled it.

"Here," she passed it back.

"You suck," the guys remarked. "You're supposed to hold it in for at least five seconds, it has a bigger affect!" he explained, seeming baked already. In demonstration, he inhaled and held it in for five seconds. Lola and I exchanged a look while waiting. He exhaled smoke circles. A huge grin appeared on his face as he moved along with the music. With his eyes closed, seeming to be up high in the cloud.

"Fine!" Lola took the blunt from him and gave it another try. She inhaled and held it in. Seeming like wanting to exhale already, she tried her best to keep it in for seven seconds instead. Then exhaled, slowly. Instantly, she grinned widely.

The guy took it from her, "Here, you try it," he tried handing it to me.

Shaking my head, I refused. "I don't want to," I pushed his hand away.

"Just do it!" Lola was moving along with the music, her shoulders dropped following the beat.

Still refusing, I waved my finger no.

"Maybe you'll want this," a voice was heard above me. Looking up, I saw Nick. There was a small plastic bag that hung from the tip of his fingers. It contained pills. All kinds of different colors.

"What are those?" I asked as he took a seat next to me.

"Happy pills," he smirked, not really elaborating.

"Seriously, tell me," I requested.

He leaned over to me, close to my ear. "Happy pills," he didn't budge. "Want one?" he offered. I stared at the pills. I had never tried them before. Nick opened the bag and poured a few into his hand. "Which one?" he asked, extending his hand out for me to take one. There were different designs on each one. Of each color. I didn't know what that meant. Were they all the same or was there a difference in the design and color?

"I don't do any of that," I replied and pushed his hand away.

"Nick, I'll take one!" suddenly, Violet appeared and took one. Before I could stop her, she had already swallowed it down with alcohol. "Wooo!" she made a face, apparently the drink burned her throat.
Standing up, I gripped Violet's arm and pulled her aside.

"Why did you fuckin' do that?" I questioned, angrily. She was so irresponsible.

On second though, I was irresponsible too!  Was supposed to be looking for her but got distracted with Lola!

"Because I wanted to!" she laughed. I smelled her and smelled the smoke on her. Who the hell let her smoke? Not just that, but she was also buzzed already. I was not going to allow her to drink anymore, she had enough of that. To make matters worse, she just took a pill! "You're not the boss of me, Rosemary!" she danced, over happily.

"Look at you," I looked her up and down. "You have no idea of what you're doing!" I stated. Damn it, her parents asked me to watch after her and I permitted this? I was a terrible babysitter!

"Fuck you!" she flipped me off and danced off. Her laughter was heard over the music. Meeting up with Rachel and Lucy, who also looked buzzed, they made their way to the dance floor.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath and massaged my temples.

Holy. Shit.

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Where the hell had Violet taken off to again? Fuck, there was no sign of her! It was dangerous for her to be out there alone. Well, she was with her friends but they weren't in good conditions either.

They were probably worse than her. For all I knew, Violet could be in danger right now.

"Rosemary, can't you just relax?" Lola was out of her mind. Under the influence of so many things. "Who cares about Violet," she was now dancing with the guy who passed her the blunt.

I shook my head in disbelief and continued looking for Violet. There was so many damn people, catching a glimpse of her was nearly impossible. If only everyone could stop dancing and just freeze. That would have made it much easier. As if they would actually do it. Not a chance.

"Penis," someone giggled, dancing with a drink in his hand. It made me want to laugh, there was something interesting about his appearance. The way his presence suddenly appeared. "Where are the bitches at?" he hollered. Ah, he had an accent, if I was not mistaken, a Spanish one.

"Where the hell have you been Edgar?" Lola recognized the accent right away
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"Catching some hoes," he chuckled. Taking a good look at him, I noticed his amazing style. I didn't even see him in the way here. he must have been in the other van. His posture showed how confident he was. Not cocky, just sure of himself. That was good.

"Like always," Lola laughed at that.

Edgar looked me up and down, circling around me.

"And how are you enjoying yourself?" he asked with a smirk.

Before I could answer, Lola desperately called for his attention again, "Edgar, how have you been?"

"Fantastic!" Taking a shot, he fist pumped in the air. Girls that were pasting by stared and winked at him. Judging by his smirk, he was well proud of it.

"Well, I'm glad that you're good," Lola needed to get ahold of herself. Her hands were playing with the collar of his button down shirt.

"Yup," Edgar didn't seem interested in her though. Actually, he was checking out the other girls who were passing by. "I'm gonna go over there," with that said, he walked away and Lola's hands slipped off him. She watched as he walked away.

"He's so damn hot," gasped through her lips.

"If you like him, then why don't you do anything about it?" I asked.

With a shrug, she replied, "I don't know," she faced me now. "He's like the most popular guy in the school," she added. We sat at our table. Everyone else had left to the dance floor. "Every girl wants to date him," she explained, as if she had no chance. Well, not every girl wanted to date him.

"He has the most adorable accent!" She was drooling for him. "His family is from Spain but he lived many years in Mexico," she informed.

"Anything else you would like to tell me about him?" I allowed her to continue talking about him. Every single time we talked, she always brought him up. Repeated the same information about him every time.

Lola thought about it, "Not for now," she chuckled. "Hopefully one day he'll be able to find real love," she wished. That was out of nowhere.

"With you?" I teased, poking her stomach. She giggled and nodded. Just then, as I had completely forgotten about Violet, I caught a glimpse of her. Finally she reappeared! "I gotta go," all at once, I ran after Violet.

Pushed through the crowds. Idiots wouldn't move out of the way though. They actually tried sandwich grinding with me. I pushed them off and kept running after Violet.

"Rosemary, where are you going!" my hand was being yank. Dammit, it was Melanie! She was getting on my nerves! What a crazy girl! It was wrong of me to think so but I lost it. I was losing sight of Violet and all because of her. The frustration was rising.
"Let me go!" I shouted and yanked away from her. Her eyebrows arched in complete and utter shock.

Not bothering to stop and apologize, I kept running after Violet. Pushed my way through the crowds even more. Elbowed a few of the people. Seriously, the dance floor was not built for making out, it was meant for dancing! People just needed to get a room!

"Chill out!" someone scoffed while I elbowed them out of my way.

Finally I made it out of the crowd and was able to run freely. Who knows where violet was heading. She was by herself. Drunkenly zigzagging out of the club. Holy shit, I had to catch up to her. Imagine if she made it out to the street and got ran over? I picked up my pace.

The cold air hit me in the face when I stepped out of the club.

"Violet!" I called after her. "Wait!" I ran to her and gripped her arm. "Where the hell are you going?" I questioned.

"Rosemary," she laughed. "Where have you been?" her hands held my face and began playing with my cheeks. Yeah, she was definitely beyond drunk.

"Violet, stop," I pulled her hands down.

"What's wrong?" she pouted. "Don't you like when I touch you?" she smirked.

"You're too drunk," I argued. "Please, come back in the club and stay with me until it's time to go," I tried reasoning but she refused. Her feet wouldn't move, it was as if she had been glued. "Violet," I scolded.

"You go inside, I don't want to," her arms crossed.

"I'm not playing games," I groaned. "Come with me," I tried pulling her inside.

Squatting down, she resisted.

"No!" she exclaimed. "God Rosemary, why can't you just leave me alone!" she comaplined. "You always have to get all up in my business," she stated, seeming to suddenly become emotional. "Why are you always watching after me? Can't you just worry about yourself?" tears whelmed in her eyes.

"No, it's my job to look after you too," I reminded. Although, I was still searching for the answer myself. No matter how much I tried, I still had to be looking out for her. I couldn't rest unless I knew that she was perfectly fine. Out of complete danger.

"I'm tired of it!" she complained. Not in a bratty way like she usually whined, this time she actually seemed fed up. "My parents don't fuckin' care about me, they rather leave you in charge than to take care of me themselves," she let it all out. Started crying freely.

I stepped closer to her and cautiously wrapped my arms around her. "Sorry," I spoke softly while allowing her to cry on my shoulder. "Your parents do care about you though," I assured.

Her head lifted up from my shoulder and she looked me in the eyes, still standing close to me. My arms remained around her.
"Why are you being so nice to me right now?" she wondered. Not knowing what to say, I shrugged in response. "It seems like you're the only one who cares," she chuckled slightly. I gulped down hard. "Rosemary," hearing her say my name had such affect on me. It caused me to feel butterflies. Crazy, right? "Why do we fight so much? Why are we so mean- so evil with each other?" she genuinely asked, wanting an actual answer.

"I don't know," I mumbled out. My eyes were focusing on her beauty. On the tears that were rolling off her face. On the ones that had dried on her delicate skin. My finger stroked her face, gently. Cleaned off the tears. Although, more escaped her eyes.

"You know how I always say that you're ugly, well I lie," she stated. I gave a puzzled expression. "You're beyond beautiful," she complimented, sounding truthfully. Well, I think she was. Who knows since she was drunk. It could have been the alcohol talking or the pills. "No wonder why everyone likes you," she added.

"Stop, please," I couldn't continue hearing her say these things. She was drunk and I couldn't take advantage of that.

"Rosemary," gasped through her lips as they appeared to be coming closer to mine.

Before anything could happen, I pulled away, "I'm sorry," this was wrong. Violet was drunk and had no clue of what she was doing.

"I'm sorry too," And with that said, Violet took off running, into the club. Still worrying for her, I ran after her.

She couldn't be left alone, not in these conditions. Of course, I was going to keep my distance for the rest of the night but was still going to keep her under my watch.

Thank you for reading!