Layla's POV

"Mage! I cannot believe you talked me into going here with you! And in this dress, too!"

The pulsing lights of the club nearly blinded me as Magenta dragged me through the door. I had to constantly pull down on the dress to cover even half of my thighs. It was black and ruched on the side. The top had an extremely low sweetheart neckline, where the red lace of my bra showed. The bra was Magenta's, and she threatened to put it on me herself if I didn't comply.

What could I say? She had the power of persuasion on her side.

Magenta was wearing one of her many purple sequined cocktail dresses. And judging by the amount of whistling we got outside and how easily we got in, we must have looked pretty damn hot. I saw some kids from Sky High dancing and figured that I should probably save myself the embarrassment and just stay home on Monday. I saw something bright and shielded my eyes see Zach looking like he was trying to flag down a plane. Ethan was sitting next to him.

"Whoa, dude, turn off the light! That's what she said." Magenta punched him in the arm and he lowered his glow to a barely distinguishable glimmer. They both laughed and I gave Zach a quick hug and sat down next to Ethan.

"Hi Layla. You look really pretty. I didn't think you were coming tonight, you know, after Will and all…"I frowned and leaned over to Zach.

"Has anyone seen him tonight?" He gave me a solemn nod.

"He's with that stretch girl. What's her name, Gillian?" My face froze while I let my eyes look over the entire club. He better not be here with a girl after breaking up with me only three days ago.

He was dancing with her.

My cheeks grew hot and I ran my hands through my hair, a little something that I picked up from Warren in our small time together.

Warren.

I wonder if he was here tonight. I was embarrassed about mentioning him so I pulled Magenta to the bar before asking.

"Hey Mage, have you seen Warren?" She bit her lip and smiled, pointing to him. He was walking out the back door, a lit cigarette at his lips. I gave her a quick hug a dashed after him.

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Warren's POV

I had gone outside for a smoke when I heard her.

"Warren! Hey, stop!" I sighed and took one more pull before taking the cigarette from my lips and throwing in on the ground. I was grinding it out with my shoe when she came up to me. I looked up at her and did a double take.

Fuck, she was sexy.

Her hair was curly and was hanging over her left shoulder. She was wearing an amazing black dress and I could see some red lace from her bra. Her creamy legs were barely covered, and they were accentuated by her impossibly high red heels.

I fucking love a girl in red. And the fact that her breasts had filled out nicely since homecoming was just the icing on the cake.

"Hey Flower Power. You look damn sexy, if I do say so myself." She blushed and looked down tugging on the hem of her dress.

"You look very nice too Warren." I looked down at my black button down, rolled to my elbows, and black dress pants. I shrugged, but yes, I knew I looked very, very, good.

"So, what do you want hippie?"

She looked at the ground and bit her lip, blushing again. I saw her whispering to herself and her teeth released her lip. She looked up at me and there was anger in her eyes.

"Want to help me get back at Will again? This time I don't want him to notice me, or want to date me. I want to show him everything he could have, and then deny him access. No, I want him to hurt this time."

I stared at her and smirked.

"So, hippie gone bad. I like it." I nodded and considered the idea.

Pro: I get closer to Layla, and get to see Stronghold squirm.

Con: After this is over, Layla may still think of me as a friend.

Oh, screw that. I will make sure that Layla thinks of me as way more than a friend when I'm done with her.

I flashed a smile.

"I'm in."

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Layla's POV

We were just about to enter the club again when I stopped Warren. I looked at him worried and nervous. He sighed and smirked at me.

"Don't back out on me now hippie. I'll handle you tonight, okay? Just follow my lead." And with that, he grabbed my hand and led me into the club. The amount of people had practically tripled since I left to find Warren. The DJ was playing a techno remix of some sort and almost everyone was dancing. Well, I'm not really sure if you could call it dancing. It was much dirtier. Warren spotted Will and Gillian and took me about ten feet away from them, on their left, directly in their line of vision.

"Okay, listen hippie. Don't question anything I do. Just roll with it. And don't look at Will, not even a glance." We were in the middle of the throngs of people and I just let the music fill my head. Warren spun me around so he was behind me and pulled me closer to him. Our hips fit together extremely well on account of my five inch platforms, and Warren grabbed my waist.

We moved and swayed and I was actually having an amazing time. Every so often, Warren would lean down, (he was still taller than me, even with the heels), and nibble on my exposed neck. I just went with it, like he said. We had been dancing for a couple of minutes when Will finally noticed that the hot red-head in the smokin dress was me.

"Layla?" I peeked out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was totally shocked. Warren probably took notice, because he spun me around and smoothly moved us away, winking at me and mouthing Great job. Let's kick it up a notch. I smiled at him and he turned my back to him again. We were well out of ear shot from Will, but I knew from the prickly feeling on my spine that he was still watching us. Warren put his left hand on my hip, holding me in place. He started to kiss my neck and whispered to me.

"Okay, I'm going to do something that will piss off Stronghold, but will probably surprise you. I'm not going to invade your privacy or anything, but you might feel uncomfortable. Try to keep the surprise off your face." I placed my left hand on top of his, squeezing lightly in a silent yes. His right hand slowly crept down from my waist to the hem of my dress. His thumb slipped under the hem, and he pushed it up and inch. It made me feel sexy, and it made me feel wildly exposed.

Warren was good at this.

Will was steaming mad as I could see from the corner of my eye. He was already marching over here. Warren whispered in my ear again, this time hurried.

"React! Now! Let him see that you like this. Before he comes over!" I tilted my head slightly in Will's direction and smiled, biting my lip and closing my eyes half-way. From the slit between my heavy eyelids I could see that Will had frozen in place as soon as he saw my reaction. Warren slid his thumb up another inch, and Will got even madder. While I was watching Will's reaction and trying desperately not to laugh, Warren was in the process of giving me a hickey.

By the time I realized this, the mark was too far gone for me to even do anything about it. So I did exactly what Warren asked me to. I reached my arm back and grabbed the back of his head and held him in closer. I was rolling with it.

Will had regained his composure and started marching over again. He stopped about a foot away, probably unsure about how to deal with his anger. Truth is, he couldn't. If he yelled at both of us, we would out-number him. If he yelled at Warren, I would get mad, because I wasn't exactly protesting. If he yelled at me, Warren would get protective and try to kill him.

Will opened him mouth as if to say something, and then closed it again. He did this several more times until Warren let go of my neck with a pop. I dropped my hand from his head. He kept his hands where they were and turned to Will.

"Do you have something to say?" There was so much venom in his voice, and I was about to burst out in hysterics from Will's expression. He looked like a kid who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. He actually surprised me by answering.

"Yes I do. I really don't think that that kind of dancing is appropriate." Warren nodded his head at every other couple on the dance floor, who were dancing similarly do the way we were. Will blushed and hung his head. I was surprised again when my mouth opened.

"Is that all? Or are you just going to stand there like a pervert?" He dropped his gaze to where Warren's thumb was under my dress for a split second.

He looked back at us and mentioned to no one in particular, "I will not let you do this." Then he walked away.

Warren attached his lips to my neck again and whispered to me.

"Mission fucking accomplished."