(Virgin post, folks. Go gentle. :D )
*Alana*
I stumbled out of the club, tears brimming from my eyes. I barely noticed the doorman who managed to open the door for me before I crashed into it.
It was supposed to be the best day of my life, my 18th birthday. My parents are on the opposite coast with their own thing, so I organized a couple girls into a girls night out, and we Uber’ed to this club we heard so much about. The line is long, and they checked ID like hawks, including flashlight in the face and all, but we got in. I was enjoying the atmosphere and the buzz of my third drink as we all bought a round. Half of the girls went to the Lady’s room, and I was heading for the bar for a refill when I happened to notice my boyfriend doing some dirty dancing with a blond bimbo on the dance floor.
My empty cup slipped from my hand as I froze. It was definitely him. There was no mistake.
I ran for the door.