A L Y S S A
"I just broke up with my ex, now I'm out here single, I don't really know what's next. But I ain't even trippin', I'ma chill and sit back."
. . .
"So, miniskirt or faux leather pants?"
"Miniskirt, for sure," Tess says, checking herself out in my mirror. I go for the black skirt and throw it on my bed, looking around for more in my closet.
I grab a cute top with long sleeves, that shows off my cleavage and decide to add some silver jewelry to it.
For the shoes, it's knee-high boots.
I leave my hair as it is and ponder over some makeup, deciding to put on a light coat of foundation, accompanied by blush and highlight.
"You look hot," Tess whistles as she watches me get ready in front of my vanity.
"So do you," I grin, adding the last touches of makeup to my face. My lips are a bold red and my winged eyes look alluring and sexy.
Since I'm single again, I get to party as much as I like. I get to flirt with whomever I want. No boyfriend to worry over.
So, that's why Tess and I are going to a bar.
This is a perfect way to spice up our Friday night.
Tess is wearing a dark blue, slip dress and her hair is straightened. After spritzing some perfume on, I grab my purse and stand up.
"Well, I'm ready. You?"
"Good to go," she says, and we both make our way downstairs.
Mom and dad are both out to dinner, so I don't need to worry about them questioning where we're going.
Our Uber is already at the front of the building, waiting on us.
We're going to The Realm, which is a very popular club downtown, attended by the wealthy and famous.
I don't party or go out often, but when I do, it's always there because it's the only club I know.
The club is heavily guarded, the workers there have all signed an NDA and it has a zero-tolerance on drugs.
Most people go to clubs for drugs, seeking their next high, but due to the popularity of The Realm, they wish to keep their reputation as perfect and good as they can.
Normally, there's no way for Tess and me to get in, seeing as we're only 20. But being friends with someone who works there has its perks.
"The plan is to get laid," Tess says in the back of the car. "There better be some hot men," she continues.
"I'm sure there will be," I assure her. "I just want to come for once, that's the goal," I snort.
"One day, honey, one day," Tess sighs. "Even though an orgasm begins to sound like a myth."
We both giggle in the backseat, and soon enough, the car pulls up at The Realm. There, Paul is waiting on us.
"Good evening, ladies," he smirks when we approach. He gives me a friendly hug and the same with Tess.
I've known Paul since my senior year in high school. He's only one year older than me but got held back a year, and that's how we got to know each other in our last year.
"Good to see you again," he says, wrapping an arm around both me and Tess.
"It really is. You never let me hear from you anymore," I scold him and swat his chest. Paul leads us to the back of the building, where there's a back entrance for people who don't want to be seen going in.
The guards step aside when they see Paul, thus letting us in as well.
"Well, I've been busy, sweet cheeks," he replies, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
"Too busy to text or call back?" I retort dryly, but I know he's busy with his studies. Hell, so am I.
I just like fucking with him.
Once we step inside the club, I'm greeted by the large room, where the very high ceiling is decorated with stars, and the lights cast a beautiful glow on everyone.
The club itself is pretty secluded, but there's even a more private place upstairs for the VIPs that come here regularly and pay a hefty amount to be there or donate to the club owner.
"Now, girls, enjoy your evening," Paul says and disappears behind the door again.
"Where is he off to?" Tess asks, and I shrug. "No idea. Probably taking care of business or something."
"Oh, okay," she says and grabs my hand when she starts for the bar. "Before we let loose on the dancefloor, I'll need some liquid courage."
"I fully agree with you there," I say, but in reality, I know I won't be drinking a lot.
Someone's got to be the responsible one when going out.
But one drink didn't hurt anyone.
Tess has been dancing a lot, that's for damn sure.
I watch her grind on a dude who came up behind her, and after assessing the situation, I notice she's all relaxed and she gives me a thumbs-up.
Put at ease, I return to the bar for another drink.
I've been dancing a lot the past hour, and it's been fun. Tess has been drinking more than me, so I've been watching out for her a lot more than forgetting everything and letting loose.
I don't mind, it's still amusing and I'm having a good time.
When I get to the bar, I motion to the bartender and she comes to me, flipping the rag over her shoulder.
Putting both hands on the counter, she leans in. "What can I get you, sugar?"
"Vodka, please," I tell her, and she nods.
"Straight?"
"I'm bisexual, thanks for asking."
She grins and leans in further, reaching her hand up and rubbing her thumb over my lower lip.
"So am I," she replies. "But I meant the vodka, sugar."
"Yes, straight," I answer, oddly lured in by her.
She's definitely gorgeous. She's got pale skin and auburn hair that falls over her back in silky waves. Her skin is flawless and she's got a glow to her. Her eyes are a light blue, standing out.
"Coming right up," she winks and gets to work.
Not two minutes later, a glass of vodka is standing in front of me. Before I can even thank her, she's whisked away by other customers.
Grabbing my glass, I take a sip and turn around to lean against the counter, letting my eyes scan over the room.
I'm taking in everyone who's on the dancefloor, and am silently judging their dance moves.
Do people really think that doing a little vibrating thing with their legs equals twerking?
Cringing, I look elsewhere and see people grinding up against each other with each song that gets more sensual.
The lights have turned a little darker, casting a mysterious gloom everywhere. More people have started to crowd around the bar, so I take my glass and walk away, finding a spot that's more secluded and private at the bar.
Though, when I put my glass down, making the man standing next to me glance over his shoulder, we both freeze as our eyes meet.
Because right next to me is Roman who is looking down at me.
My lips part in shock and I'm sure my eyes are widened.
His eyes go over my face and then go down my body, lingering on my exposed skin between my knee-high boots and skirt.
I can't stop the blush that appears on my cheeks. His eyes are heated when they lock back on mine again.
"Alyssa," he says, surprised to see me.
He's wearing a black shirt that fits tightly around his well-built frame and hugs his arms just right, it nearly makes my mouth water. Along with a black belt and trousers, it's weird to see him so casual outside of class.
His hair isn't styled with gel as usual, but instead, it's ruffled up a bit and his curls are falling over his forehead a bit.
He looks way too good.
"Mr. Moreno," I reply, gripping my glass tightly between my fingers.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks, a furrow between his brows.
I raise an eyebrow. "Same thing as you," I answer, motioning with my glass to his. "Enjoying a drink."
"I believe you're not legal to do so yet. How did you get in?" he asks and leans against the counter.
Sending him my most charming grin, I lean against the counter as well and gaze up at him.
"I have my ways."
"I don't know whether to be impressed or alarmed," he replies, never looking away from me.
"I just know what I want," I shrug, making sure to give him the 'fuck me' eyes as I continue. "And how to get it."
"You sound awfully confident," he says, taking a sip of his drink, which seems to be whiskey. He runs his tongue over his lower lip to lick away any remnants, and my eyes follow the movement before snapping back to his.
"I'm just good at getting what I want, which is always," I say, taking a sip of my vodka as well.
Before he can say anything else, I take a step closer to him and tilt my head back to be able to look into his eyes.
"It's crowded here. What do you say about going somewhere more... secluded?" I suggest, knowing I'm giving him a good view of my cleavage.
He gazes deeply into my eyes, his completely blank and not betraying an ounce of emotion.
"I'd have to decline," he grumbles, taking a step back. "Besides, it's inappropriate of me to fraternize with students from my class."
Ignoring the sting of rejection, I continue. "No one would have to know," I say and smile seductively. "It'd be our secret."
"Alyssa..." he trails off, with a warning tone in his voice.
I tilt my head to the side, blinking up innocently at him. Lifting my hand, I remove a curl that's resting on my cheekbone.
It's like the universe has smiled down at me when someone bumps into me from behind, making me lose my balance.
Roman is quick to take a step forward and place his hand on my waist, steadying me. His touch burns right through my clothes, straight on to my bare skin and it makes tingles erupt all over my body.
I feel hot when his eyes drop down to my cleavage, but they move away as though they never even did.
"Thank you," I murmur quietly, enjoying our proximity.
"Don't mention it," he rasps out. I instantly feel cold when he takes his hand away and steps back.
"I can't be seen with you here, Ms. Silvestro," he tells me, letting me know he's back to being a professional and distant asshole.
"Noted," I sigh, annoyed. Taking a step back from him, I take another sip of my vodka and plan on ignoring him for tonight.
He doesn't want us to be seen in public. Understandable. Then, I'll have to put us somewhere private.
"Hey pretty face," someone whistles, and when I glance over my shoulder, I see a grey-haired man with a group of other older men walk past me.
The way he's eyeing my body makes me uncomfortable, and I shift away, not paying them any attention.
"Don't ignore us now, hot stuff," another one says, but I keep on staring ahead of me and take another drink from my glass, which I'm gripping tightly between my fingers.
"Why don't you fuck off?" I ask, regretting it the moment I said it.
I can't help myself sometimes.
Everything in me freezes up when I feel a hand hovering over my hip, protective of me.
"Whatever, fat pig,"
Roman is gone beside me in a second, and when I follow him with my eyes, I see him bumping harshly into one of the men who commented on me.
The man stumbles and falls on to the ground, while Roman glares down at him with disgust in his eyes.
"If you're looking for a pig, look in the mirror," he spits out, straightening up. He looks at me, a question of concern in his eyes.
I nod and send him a grateful smile. "I'll be fine," I mouth at him.
Roman disappears and the man stands up from the ground, limping over to the bar.
Though, not a minute or two later, security arrives where the men are and I watch them being escorted out.
The insult they threw my way doesn't linger or sting.
Though, I know that there was a time when that would've bothered me.
And it was the person I least expected who helped me get over it.
Alyssa at 12 years old
My breath is coming out in short puffs, and I want to take a break and try to gather myself, but I can't.
There are mean boys running after me, shouting ugly things at me.
They're two years older than me, so I don't know why they are so concerned about someone younger than them.
I was just playing around with Alessandro's skateboard at the park, and one guy made a remark about my body and how I'd fall in a second.
My mom tells me I'm beautiful, and I believe her every time she does. But at times like these, it's sometimes hard to remember the positive words.
"S-stop," I whimper, running faster and faster.
"Yeah, run off, fatass," one of them shouts, and my tears blur my vision.
I don't know what they'll do once they catch up to me, and I'm terrified to find out.
Running through the streets, I take shortcuts nobody knows of and manage to shake them off for a while.
But I keep running, even if I don't hear any footfalls behind me. I can never be too sure.
"Ouch!"
I cry out loudly when I trip over my own foot and scrape my knee against the pavement.
And right at that moment, I hear a set of footsteps approaching me.
Clutching my knee between my hands, I let the tears go and can only cower in fear, waiting for the torment.
"Alyssa?"
I don't think I've ever snapped my head up that fast, but I do when I hear that voice.
My eyes meet blue ones, and the pretty face of Kate stares back at me.
She tilts her head to the side, letting her eyes take me in.
Her blonde hair is up in pigtails, something she never wears at school, but I've noticed she lets Laure do her hair in the safety of her own home.
"What's wrong?" Kate asks, offering me her hand. I take it, and she helps me back up.
"T-there were a couple of boys running after me," I sniffle. "They called me f-fat."
Another sob tears through me, and I hate how much their words have hurt me.
My hands clutch my belly and my nails dig into my skin. "They said I eat too much."
A tear rolls down my cheek, and my lips are trembling.
Kate's eyes take in my tear-streaked cheeks and a furrow finds itself between her brows.
Her breath hitches, and for a second, she seems so vulnerable.
"Eating is okay," she tells me softly, but it's like she's telling herself those words as well. "It's okay to eat," she confirms.
I don't say anything, just nod and take in what she just said.
"It's okay to eat," I repeat after her, and she shows me one of her rare smiles.
Then, her eyes follow a stray tear that rolls down my cheek, and she frowns again.
"My daddy says that crying is for the weak," she tells me.
"Well, my parents tell me that crying is a form of self-love. You cry for yourself because you know you don't deserve the pain inflicted on you," I reply.
"It's okay to let yourself be vulnerable," I then add, repeating something my dad has told me and my brothers.
Kate doesn't seem entirely too convinced but nods anyway.
We hear other footsteps approaching us, and when I turn my head and see those boys catching up to us, I pale instantly and back away.
Before they can get to me, Kate steps forward.
Their eyes widen when they see her.
"Katherine," one of them says, totally blinded by her. She's always been the most popular girl, so I get why they're mesmerized.
"You guys got nothing better to do with your lives?" Kate snaps at them. "Go fuck off somewhere else instead of bothering other people, douchebags."
I wince when I hear those words leave her lips. Mom and dad always scold us for cursing, so I learn not to do it so often.
The boys cast another glare in my direction, but don't say anything else and just walk away.
Later that day, I'm back at home and in my mom's lap, telling her everything that happened.
"But Kate was there to console you, right?" she asks and gives me a gentle squeeze. I nod and smile at the reminder.
"Yeah, she was sweet."
Silence falls over us.
"She said that crying is for the weak. At least, that's what her daddy says."
Mom frowns at that. "I think Kate is very confused. But, I'm very relieved and proud of her for stepping up for you. Now, it's time you learn to do it for yourself, hm, honey?"
I nod, burying my head in her neck and hugging her tightly.
"As long as you feel confident and beautiful, there's no one who can take that beauty away from you."
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Happy New Year!
I'm very very drunk lmao.
I love you guys.
lol idk what I'm doing but I'm having a good time.
Sorry for any grammar mistakes.
I'm... yeah I'm hammered 💀
I wish for this new year to bring happiness and peace. I hope for the best for all of you guys and for new opportunities to present themselves.
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Thank you for supporting me and being there for me.
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I love you, always and so much.