Jeremy:I wasn’t asking, Cecily.
Cecily:And I wasn’t stuttering, Jeremy. I’m having a night off.
Then I turn off my phone, my blood boiling.
Screw that arsehole. It’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine.
25
CECILY
It’s been twenty minutes since we arrived at this VIP club and I’m already regretting letting Ava drag me into this.
I swear she’s a magnet for trouble and has been screwing herself, and me, in retrospect, ever since we were children.
She often comes up with ideas for fun, which always include breaking some rule, like staying out after curfew and treading into prohibited places.
And we often get caught. Papa’s always disappointed that I’ve done something like that, while Aunt Silver and Mum give us an earful. Ava pretends to understand and reflect on her actions, but soon after, she goes back to her rule-breaking habit.
But despite that, she never lets the blame fall on me and will say things like, “I’m sorry, Aunt Kim, for corrupting your daughter, but please don’t take her away from me.”
It was only after we grew up that I realized Ava does this to satiate a hungry beast inside her. She’s not doing it for attention like many others, since she tries her hardest not to get caught. She’s doing it for herself.
As if trying to feel alive.
The reason she drags me along every time is for a sense of safety, because she knows I have her back.
Also, she really believes I’m wasting away my youth by not taking part in all the parties and adrenaline-filled activities.
But no matter how many clubs she drags me to, I still can’t get used to the feeling of being swarmed by so many people and so much noise.
This club in particular is crowded with enough humans to populate a continent. Not really, but that’s how it feels.
Blue and violet lights cover the dome structure of the ceiling like laser beams as a trendy DJ plays one hit song after another.
Bodies wiggle, shake, and slither like snakes all over each other. The stench of strong perfumes, sweat, and musk mix together and suffocate my breathing.
Everything does. The loud music, the vibration of the floor beneath us, the shouting, hollering, dancing, and more dancing.
It’s an absolute sensory overload that makes me want to hide in a corner.
But I can’t, because Ava just had her third shot. I pull the fourth from her fingers and yell, “That’s enough!”
“Don’t be a killjoy!” She tries to fight me for her shot and I keep it out of reach.
But Ava is a bit taller than me, so she manages to grab hold of it. In a swift move, I snatch the shot back and down it, wincing at the strong burn, and she grins, then taps the counter for more.
“Ava!” I reprimand. “I can’t carry you on my own if you pass out from too much drinking.”
“Relax, I’m not going to reach that state—” she interrupts herself when the beat drops. “Woohoo! I love this song!”
Once the shots arrive, she sneakily throws one back and grabs my hand. “Let’s dance!”
“No!”
“Come on, Cecy. You look hot. May I have this dance?”
“No.”