In the Club

I don't own Divergent or their characters.

"Tris this club is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!" Christina starts yelling while spinning around in circles at the beat of the music. I could barely hear her voice through the loud music blaring at Divergent Lounge. We have been here for over an hour, celebrating the end of the first year of college. Christina and I were roommates at Dauntless College and have both passed this semester with high distinctions. Which was worth celebrating, we were here to meet some friends, drink and dance our worries away.

It's Friday night, so the club takes it time to get packed and I could already see a few familiar faces, girls and guys that I have seen in the library I work at or around town. I make eye contact with a few guys and give then a teasing smile before turning my full attention to Christina. Tonight I am wearing a tight black dress and silver stilettos that I could barely walk in. Courtesy of Christina, who treats me like a human barbie and loves to play dress up. She was wearing a small skirt and a tight top which showed her best assets as she keeps telling me.

Christina and I are like chalk and cheese but we have been best friends since preschool. Even though we both come from the same town and have the same social background, Christina is very bubbly and outgoing. While I enjoy staying at home dressed in t-shirt and pair of jeans whilst reading a Jane Austen novel. Christina loves designer clothes, fancy restaurants and partying. She has been involved in every social events this year not just as a willing participant but organising the actual events.

"Christina lets get a drink?" I yell at her through the music.

"Sure babe. I wonder what time Tori and Susan will arrive. I cant wait to show them my louboutin heels" She squealed showing me her red heels. For the fifth time tonight. We moved to the bar away from the dance floor so we could actually hear each other.

" Oh no stop the press!" exasperated by the fact she only cared for those shoes. "Her $1000 red heels are here!" I mocked her then busted into laughter. She frowned and looked at her shoes. I felt bad and quickly gave her a kiss on her cheeks.

"Oh Christina you know I am joking. Its hot and it totally goes with your outfit." I said hoping she would forgive me before she starts drinking, because if she doesn't she would have a meltdown for wasting so much money on shoes. Shoppers guilt I call it.

Typical Christina.

Even though I don't agree with how she spends her money and her on going obsession with attending every social events. I always stood by her side as a loyal and supportive friend. I was her person.

"Whatever! Your just jealous dudette" she said crossing both her arms to her chest.

"Yeah cause I want to wear ridiculous high heels which I would trip over with and break my ankle" I rolled my eyes. " And to top it all make a complete fool of myself". I shake my head.

"Totally" she replied and chuckled. " I can see that happening to you Trissy".

"Thanks". I murmured and started looking a the large crowd forming near the entrance. I need to get our drinks before those people come up to the bar.

"Ugh! bitch go and get me a drink while I continue dancing" she whispered and started jiggling towards the dance floor.

I shook my head and walked to the bar. I was waiting to get the attention of the bartender when I hear a rough maculine voice whisper in my ear.

"Hey gorgeous, your ass is pretty tight, want me to loosen it up?" his breath smelled of a mixture of strong whiskey and smoke. Ugh.

"What the?!" I jumped and turned around. I was faced with a tall man staring straight at me with a crooked smile. He had brown eyes, broad shoulder, right arm covered with tattoos of birds and greasy black hair. He was also holding a glass of vodka at arms lengths.

"I can make all your wet dreams come true baby, Would you like a drink? " he asked me and then licked his lips.

No way creep. "Really? No thank you". I clenched my teeth and moved away from him. I could see Christina walking towards me.

Thank the lord.

"Oh come on mama. Come and dance with me"

I am your what now?

what a tool.

I looked at Christina who was now standing next to me with her arms around my waist.

She flashed me a sideway grin and roll her eyes. I know that she's thinking that too. We both have been in the club scene for a while now and its becoming an endless cycle of sleazy guys, drunk tired faces and same worn out conversations. The pool of eligible guys in Abnegation has tripled recently but unfortunately a lot can't hold a proper conversation due to been intoxicated or wanting sex straight away.

"Sorry babe. Not interested as you can see I am a bit busy here with my girlfriend" I said nodding my head to Christina. Who was now hugging me and stroking my hair.

"Its cool...and also hot!" he says with a smile, "Damn" he winks at us before walking away.

"Oh thankgod" I sigh in relief when he leaves.

"Loser!" Christina calls out to him. But her voice is lost in the ongoing sound of music. "As if you would sleep with that beast of a man" she chuckled.

"I am too traumatise by the amount of tattoos he had of birds on his arm. Did you see it? I would find it disturbing making out and seen that".

"Chris seriously? There was nothing wrong with his tats, it was his greasy hair and creepy smile that turned put me off" I said slapping her arm and laughing.

Then Christina's happy face changes and takes on a serious note. "But Trissy if a nice guy comes your way and wants to ravish you, you'll let him. Right?".

"Oh.. of course I will". I rolled my eyes and snorted.

"Come on Christina who uses the word ravish? Really?"

Sometimes I liked messing with Christina.

"Tris stop. I mean it, live a bit and have fun. How are you ever going to meet someone if you keep putting up walls?".

"I don't put up any walls? I snapped.

"Oh come on Tris as if you don't. When was the last time you went on a date?"

I froze for a moment. I couldn't remember. This isn't good. I needed to change the subject before she realised I had no answer. I couldn't lie to Christina as she would call out bluff straight away and then lecture me about my insecurities.

"See you can't even remember. I can... and it was eight months ago".

Well fuck. That long.

"Zeke?" she looked at me puzzled.

"Oh Gosh, of course. Zeke!" I playfully pat my head. How could I have forgotten? I bit my lip in shame and sat myself on the stool next to the bar.

I have known Zeke for a year now, we worked together at the library. His the most sweetest guy and we went out a couple of times but there was never ever any 'chemistry' between us. So we decided to remain friends considering we both worked at the same place and didn't want to make things awkward.

"Chris I don't want a boyfriend. I am not emotional ready for one yet". I answered and my gazed snapped back at Christina.

"When will you be? You cant keep avoiding relationships and sleeping around Beatrice!". I clenched at the sound of my full name. It remind me of when I was little and got in trouble by my parents. When they said my full name it always meant I was in big shit.

"Christina your totally like making me sound like a whore. That's not fair!" I whinged and then started playing with my hair feeling nervous.

Yep now I sound like a whore and a bimbo.

Great.

I didn't even sleep with Zeke.

No I didn't.

"No I never said that, Stop putting words in my mouth" she frowned and then gave me a weak smile. " I only want the best for you Trissy. You know I believe in true love and I want that for you. I am sure that your soul mate is out there".

The Fuck?

Soul mate?. Yep she had to be smoking something.

This was so Christina. This was also part of her extroverted personality, she needed to dramatize everything . Even my none-existing love life.

I raised my eyebrows, resigned that I won't be wining this battle with her." Ok, I will give some poor bastard a chance to sweep me off my feet tonight. But for now I need to go to the ladies room." I hopped off the stool and raced down to the toilet.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

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