“I’m so glad you came, Maya. I can’t wait to see you again.” He pulls me into a hug as we exit the shop.
“You too, Jack. Thank you for convincing me to come,” I smile returning his hold, before waving and heading towards the shopping centre. As I walk away, I can smell his aftershave clingingto my clothes. Theres something about it that seems so familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
I don’t recognise the person staring back at me. Fallon has curled my hair, leaving the now long locks cascading down my back. Gracie has done my make up, smoking out my eyes giving me a sultry but classy look. I have even put false tan on.
The dress I’m wearing is new for the occasion. A black, short, milkmaid style dress with thin straps and an open back. Showing off my figure but not too much. Paired with glittery heels, just because I love them.
All for my birthday.
My main request was that it was just the girls, the thought of a party with people that know me, but I don’t know in return is my idea of hell. The other is that no one acknowledges that it’s my birthday. I’m going through too much shit to add that into the mix too. I don’t really feel like celebrating it this year. Of course, they all disagreed with me, saying its more reason to celebrate as I’m here and alive.
But how can I celebrate a life I don’t know.
“Well fuck me sideways. Maya, you look fire tonight,” Blair exclaims as she gives me a once over.
We all decided that tonight we are gettingdressed up to the max, partying our arses off and staying out until the early hours.
“So do you!” Blair is wearing a deep red, sparkly tube dress. Showing off every curve she has to offer. She looks like sex on legs. “I am so jealous of your figure, you look unreal!”
“I know,” She flips her hair, throwing a wink my way.
The other two look just as amazing, Fallon is wearing a short, silk shirt dress, open low with a belt tight at her waist. Gracie is in a similar dress to Blair, but in a midnight blue with sheer sleeves tight to her arms.
“Well gang, I’ve got to say, one of us is definitely going to pull tonight,” Gracie exclaims. I have to agree, we’ve all put the effort in tonight to look extra gorgeous.
I notice that Fallon’s face dropped at what Gracie said. I wish I could help take her pain away, she never wants to speak about Harry. I always have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that she blames me, even if it’s unconsciously.
I squeeze her hand and smile at her, hoping to take her thoughts away from where they have wandered.
“Are you excited for a dance tonight?” I ask.
“Yes! It’s been forever since we last went out properly,” She replies.
“Girls, the taxi is here. Let’s go get drunk!”
The name of the bar is lit up in bright lights as we pull up to the curb.
Xpressions.
Gracie told me earlier that it has themed rooms depending on the type of evening you want. Tonight I’ll be happy to go in any of them that will supply me alcohol.
I follow the girls to the furthest room. As the black heavy door opens, the sound intensifies. I can feel the base thumping through my body. The smell of tacky perfume, sweat and cigarette smoke lingers through the air, I take a big gulp as I make my way through the crowds. It’s overwhelming being in a place like this, it’s all so new to me and quite daunting, but I still feel exhilarated.
I’m led over to the bar where we are greeted by a handsome man, dressed in an expensive looking suit and styled to perfection. He’s either gay or filthy rich. No normal man would make such an effort.
“Hi Maya, I’m guessing you don’t remember me. I’m Jenson. We’ve had sex a few times,” He holds out his hand with a megawatt smile. I on the other hand, am absolutely mortified. Someone is going to have to help me scoop my chin off the floor my mouth has opened that wide in shock.
“What!” I exclaim, shooting looks at the bitches next to me who can’t control their laughter.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. We most definitely haven’t had sex, but I’m always open for it if you are,” He replies cheekily.
“Fucking hell, what a way to mess with my head.” I want to be mad, but I don’t think it’s possible to be mad with Jenson. It’s refreshing for someone to treat me as if I’m not some broken doll.
“I’ll make it up to you by getting your favourite drink. Why don’t you all head over to VIP, I’ve saved you a booth,” He winks as he walks behind the bar. I don’t even know what my favourite drinks is. I look at Fallon and she must see the concern in my expression.
“Don’t worry babes, you’ll love it.”
A few minutes pass before a tray of drinks is placed in front of us, four cocktails, four sparkling shots and four black shots.
