He grinned. “Wow. I guess there’s not much goin’ on tonight because they’re just as rare coming here as I am,” he replied.
“Well, you’re not gonna dance with Willow, are you?”
“Felicity. We’re not together anymore. I’m not with Willow and I’m not with you, and I don’t feel like having a big fight started in here between the two of you over me, okay?”
“Please, don’t flatter yourself, okay?” she said with a smirk.
“Look who’s fuckin’ talking about flattering one’s self? You’re the fuckin’ queen of it!” he replied.
“Well, I don’t fight over any guy, so you can do what you wanna do because I always do what I wanna do.”
“And that’s why we’re not together anymore. Excuse me, now. I’m getting thirsty,” he said.
“And I’m sure it’s not for any real type of drink,” she replied.
“See you later, Felicity,” he said, and then walked off with his friends.
“Asshole!” she said, as she watched him walk away from her, and then walked back over to Erin and sat down.
“So, I saw you talking to Sloan,” Erin said with a grin.
“Yeah, so what?” Felicity replied with an eye roll, and then picked up her drink and took a sip out of it.
Erin grinned even more. “Okay, what did he say to you that pissed you off?”
“Nothing!” Felicity replied, getting defensive. “I was just telling him who was all here and that I wasn’t gonna fight with him with Willow for his attention because after all, I’m not with him anymore just like how she isn’t.”
“Okay then, so forget that he’s here,” Erin said.
“I can’t forget that he’s here, Erin. I rarely see him here, and I definitely can’t forget that he’s here because Willow’s here.”
“But he’s not talking to her anymore so I don’t understand why you’re so worried about her.”
“I’m not worried about her; she needs to be worried about me!”
Erin grinned as she looked around the club. Her grin dropped from her face. “And you need to be worried about someone else, too, in fact, more than one person.”
“Who?” Felicity asked.
Walking through the overcrowded club was Jay with no other than Stacia! And all eyes were once again on Stacia as she looked flawlessly fierce in a sleeveless black jumpsuit with a sexy drape in the front of it. The back of the jumpsuit was a stunner with a huge cutout that exposed her beautiful, toned flawless back. She completed her look with a pair of beautiful black leather shoes on that had glistening gold studs that outlined them. She was also carrying a black clutch that matched her shoes. Even though she was still not on social media, she knew all about Felicity calling her a tranny girl and Jay gay, and she was furious about it, and vowed to get even with her when it came to what she did to her purse, stealing her lipstick — which Felicity decided to wear tonight — and trying to ruin her rep as well about her being a real girl.
“Wow, Stacia can really pick out clothes that look great on her! That’s a beautiful jumpsuit! I wish I could wear that!” Erin said.
Felicity rolled her eyes. “Please. I can wear that much better than her,” she replied, as she watched as Jay and Stacia sat down at a reserved table that was on the other side of the dance floor from theirs. “Oh, did you notice that I’m wearing the lipstick that used to be hers?”
“Felicity!” Erin said in disgust. “How could you?! You need to give that lipstick back to her tonight!”
Felicity laughed. “No way, Erin! She doesn’t deserve it! She probably got another one, anyway. I like how it looks with my outfit,” she said, since she was wearing a plunging V-neck crop top with red flowers on them and short sleeves, along with her tight black pants that slightly flared out at the hem. She was also wearing a brand new pair of red stilettos. “I’m the epitome of sexy. What she’s wearing looks trashy. She looks like she’s tryin’ to look like some trashy reality star who thinks she’s a real celeb.”
Erin laughed. “Okay, Felicity, whatever you say!”
Felicity continued to laugh as she looked around the club. Her eyes stopped cold. “Oh, my God! What the hell? What is it with this night tonight?!”
“What?” Erin asked, as she looked in Felicity’s direction.
Taylor walked through the crowd as he led Hunter by hand. His friends Rock, Javon, Jacob, and Chet were also with him and had girls with them as well. They all went to a table that was apparently reserved for them and sat down at it.
Felicity shook her head. “And I don’t think I’ve ever seen him here, either. In fact, I think he said that he’s only been here once or twice, but coincidentally on days that we weren’t here.”
“There’s obviously not much going on tonight since it seems like everyone is showing up here tonight. Sometimes it can be like this. We’ve had nights like this before where it seems like everyone we knew showed up here.”
Felicity kept staring at Taylor. “Well, I don’t recall this many people I know showing up in the same place, but then again, this is the only teen club in the city so this isn’t surprising to me.” She got up out of her seat.
“Where are you going? To talk to Taylor?” Erin asked with a grin.
“Nope, but I’m definitely gonna let him know that I’m here . . . as well as his friends.”
“Felicity!” Erin said, with a serious look. “Don’t start any shit, okay? As you can see, they’re all here with their girlfriends. And you never know about Hunter. This is a club that we’re in, not at your house, and it’s crowded in here.”
“Hunter isn’t gonna do anything,” Felicity assured with a grin.
“I’ll go with you,” Erin said, and then got up.
“Suit yourself,” Felicity said.
They got up and walked through the crowd.
Felicity looked towards Taylor’s table as everyone at his table talked and laughed as if they didn’t know that she was here. She knew that Taylor was mad at her, but she wanted him to see that she was here. She tried to make eye contact with him, but with all of the people in the club standing where she was, she was unsuccessful. “How about a BFF selfie pic?” she asked Erin.
“Sure, but we gotta make it quick because people wanna get through here,” Erin replied.
“No problem,” Felicity said. She stood with her back towards Taylor’s table — even though there were people standing behind her — pointed her phone towards her and Erin, and took the picture. “Great!” she said. “Let’s head back to our table.”
“Send that picture to me,” Erin said.
“Of course,” Felicity replied, as she looked at the picture and noticed how Taylor, along with everyone else at the table, didn’t even notice that she took the picture. She adjusted it, and then put a comment on it. BFF Erin and I @MovesNiteclub! Looks like everyone’s here tonight! #movingthroughmoves #queenoftheclub #fridaynightfun. She posted the picture on all of her social media pages. Seconds later, likes started flooding in. Some even noticed that Taylor, Hunter, and his friends were in the background sitting at the table as comments like Taylor and Hunter are there! #watchoutfelicity. She laughed. “Watch out, my ass! If anything, they better watch out for themselves! There’s security all around here so if they’re smart they won’t start something they know they can’t finish!”
Erin looked at her. “What are you talking about, Felicity?”
“Oh, I’m just responding to a hashtag that someone wrote that says ‘watch out, Felicity’. Like I said, they better stay the fuck where they all are because I’m the one who’s queen of this club, and I’ll have all of their motherfuckin’ asses kicked out of here if they try and start shit with me!” Felicity warned.
“Well, Felicity, you’ve started shit with them. With all the fuckery that you’ve caused, I’m surprised none of them have come up to you and has done anything, to tell you the truth.”
Felicity glared at Erin. “I dare them to.” She stared out at the dance floor and noticed Sl
oan dancing with Willow! “OH, HELL FUCKIN’ NAW! NO HE ISN’T!!” she yelled, practically being heard over the music.
“What?!” Erin asked, as she was startled by Felicity’s yelling.
“LOOK!” Felicity said, and pointed out to the dance floor at Sloan and Willow, as it appeared that they were just having a friendly dance and weren’t all over each other like she thought they would be.
“Felicity, now don’t go starting shit, okay? It looks like they’re just dancing like he just met her or something,” Erin said.
“Well, I’ll get him for this!” Felicity warned.
“Felicity! You said you didn’t wanna start a fight in here tonight with a girl over a boy, remember? You didn’t say that too long ago. Neither one of you are with Sloan anymore so who cares if he dances with her and who cares if he dances with you or with some other girl here? You say that you don’t care but it’s obvious that you do. If you really don’t care then prove that you don’t — don’t start any shit with them!”
“Well, I don’t appreciate being fucked with like this! They’re doing this on purpose because they never talk at school anymore! Now they wanna show up here and dance in front of me like they’re still together? They need to be taught a lesson!”
Erin sighed. “And what lesson is that, Felicity?”
“You’ll see!” Felicity replied, and then got up and appeared as if she was headed out to the dance floor!
“FELICITY! WAIT!” Erin said, as she tried to push her way through people to get to her. She caught up to her and grabbed her by her arm. “Where are you going?”
Felicity glared at her, and then looked up and saw Carson headed their way. “Carson! Hey! Wanna dance?” she asked.
Erin looked at Felicity when she’d asked him this because out of all of the times that she’d been here, she has never asked Carson to dance with her.
Carson looked shocked. “Um . . . yeah, sure. Why not?”
Felicity smiled big! She turned and looked at Erin. “Be back in a few!”
Erin nodded, and then shook her head. She stayed right on the edge of the dance floor so she could see them.
Felicity led Carson by hand out to the dance floor and stood just a few people away from Sloan and Willow. She faced Sloan so he could see her as she had her fun with Carson. She locked eyes with Sloan, smirked, and then wrapped her arms all over Carson.
Sloan shook his head. “Already starting shit,” he mumbled.
Willow looked confused. “What?”
Sloan shook his head. “Nothing.”
Willow stared at him. “Okay. So, what are you doing after you leave here tonight?”
“Probably going over to Roth’s,” Sloan replied. “And you?”
“Still undecided,” Willow replied with a smile. “Maybe we can get together,” she suggested, as Sloan kept his eyes glued to Felicity. “What are you looking at?” She turned around and noticed Felicity all bent down as she bounced her butt on Carson as he laughed to no end. She rolled her eyes. “Of course. The fuck girl at her finest right there.”
“I thought we weren’t gonna discuss exes tonight?” he reminded her.
“I know. That’s the last thing I’ll say about her tonight, even though I can’t a hundred percent promise that.”
“Well, try,” he said, as he kept is eyes on Felicity. Suddenly, Willow wrapped her arms around him and swung him around in the opposite direction where she was now facing Felicity.
Felicity laughed! “Did you see that, Carson?”
“See what?” he asked, as he still danced with her as he held her from behind.
“Willow turned Sloan around so he couldn’t face me anymore! It shows how bad he still wants me and is only dancing with her to be nice!”
“And do you want him?”
“Fuck no! I wouldn’t be dancing with you if I wanted him back! He knows I don’t want him back, but he keeps begging me to take him back; always calling me his bae,” she replied.
“Okay, I believe you,” he replied, but wasn’t so sure.
The song changed to a club favorite, and the dance floor got even more crowded than it already was. Felicity noticed that Sloan and Willow kept dancing, and Jackie and Allen joined them on the floor. Taylor and Hunter also came out to the dance floor, as well as Jay and Stacia . . . and they all danced as if Felicity wasn’t here.
Felicity found this strange since she knew that all of them had seen her. Yeah, these bitches know they can’t compete with me, that’s why they’re trying to be on their best behavior with their cheating-ass boyfriends, she thought, as she continued to dance with Carson.
When the song was over, most left the dance floor and Felicity and Carson parted ways. As she left the floor, the crowd cleared out enough for her to notice that Reamer was here with Joe! She walked back over to her table as she stared at him, but she noticed that he didn’t seem to notice her . . . yet. She approached her table and then sat down.
Erin was looking at her phone. She looked up at Felicity. “Um, Felicity?”
“Yes?” Felicity replied, and then took a sip of her drink.
“I might as well tell you that—”
“Reamer’s here? Yeah, I saw him when I left the dance floor,” Felicity replied.
“He is?!” Erin replied. “Wow! This is crazy that there’s so many people that we know from school are here tonight! You would think that it was a special event for our school that was going on here tonight.”
Felicity stared at her. “So, who else is here?”
“Reamer’s ex,” Erin said with a grin.
Felicity looked around and saw Audrey standing in a circle as she talked to her friends with a cup of soda in her hands. “I’m surprised her fat ass could get through the front door,” she replied with a grin. “And she should be drinking water or diet soda.”
Erin shook her head. “Come on, Felicity, now that was wrong to say. How do you know that the soda that she’s drinking isn’t diet? And she’s not that fat.”
“She is to me! And she wouldn’t be that size if she always drinks diet soda!” Felicity laughed. “And she can have her stalking-ass boyfriend back. If she would’ve known how I really felt about him then she would’ve never ran after me like some crazy, psychotic bitch who lives for a guy. That would never happen if the bitch had self-esteem.”
“Well, girls just feel differently about having a boyfriend than you do, Felicity. Some feel that having a boyfriend is the only and best thing that they have, and when something like that is taken away from them by another girl then it’s devastating to them, and especially by a girl who likes to fuck with people.”
Felicity glared at her. “I don’t fuck with people; I like to have fun. Like I said, people take shit too damn seriously. Chances are, they’re not gonna be with those guys even a year from now, and they’re gonna be laughing about how stupid they acted about a guy, too. They act as if their lives have to begin and end with a guy, and it’s just beyond pathetic. They need to concentrate on their own futures and stop always thinking that they’re not gonna have one without a guy. I know I have a bright future so I’m not worried about shit. About ten to twenty years from now, they’ll all be some fat, miserable bitches with a bunch of bastard babies by a bunch of different men and if any of them ever get married they’ll be on their second or third marriage and blaming everyone for their fuck-ups and failures but themselves.”
“Well, only time will tell how anyone will turn out, Felicity, but no one’s future is gonna be bright blue skies, butterflies, and pretty flowers all of the time, even for the most successful people in this world. Everyone has problems. But there’s a difference between people who don’t like to cause problems for other people and people who do like to cause problems for other people, especially when these people didn’t do anything to them. You’re the type of person who likes to cause problems for other people, Felicity, even you have to admit that. And if you don’t change, you’re gonna have a future that’s gonna be anythin
g but the bright blue skies and pretty flowers that you think it is right now, because that combination does not go well with being a fuck girl.”
“Well, whatever, because I’m not a fuck girl,” Felicity concluded.
Erin sighed. Never underestimate the power of denial, she thought, and then sipped her drink, and was finally done with it.
“I’m gonna go find Carson and get another drink. Do you want another one?” Felicity asked.
“No, I’m not thirsty right now,” Erin replied.
“Be right back,” Felicity replied, and then walked away from the table.
Erin watched her walk away from the table when suddenly, she started to develop a bad headache. She looked inside her purse and got out some of her headache medicine since she did suffer from occasional migraines. She took her meds with a bottle of water since she finished her drink.
Ten minutes had gone by and she glanced around the club as she tried to find Felicity. She started to feel very dizzy and concluded that she was feeling sick and wanted to go home early. She slowly got up out of her seat when Carson approached her.
“Erin? Are you okay?” he asked, as he put his hand on her right arm.
“No, I don’t think I am, Carson. I suffer from bad migraines and I took some meds thinking that they would help in time but it’s gotten worse and I’m really dizzy,” Erin replied.
“Oh, boy. Um, you wanna lay down in the back of the club in my brother’s office? He’s not here tonight so it’s okay,” he replied.
“Okay, I think that’s best,” she said. She picked up her purse. “Can you tell Felicity where I’m at?”
“Of course,” he replied, as he led her through the club towards the back of it where only employees were allowed.
By this time, Erin could barely walk because her head was hurting so bad along with extreme dizziness. He picked her up and carried her to his brother’s office and laid her down on a sofa. She was incapacitated.
Erin woke up to still being in Carson’s brother’s office. She picked up her phone and looked at it. She noticed how there were no calls or texts from Felicity . . . but she wasn’t surprised since she told Carson to tell her where she was going to be. She noticed how it was close to closing time, so she knew she was back here for at least three hours, and she felt a lot better since she was able to come back here and rest. She got up off of the couch, opened the door, and walked back out towards the club. As she walked there, the halls were cold and quiet with the faint sound of music playing. As the music got louder, she knew she was closer to getting back out in the club atmosphere.
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