Maybe I regret this later but I dont care now, adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I am at my one and only friends house sitting in front of her vanity mirror while she is busy painting my face with all the things which a normal girl uses to look pretty but I dont like wearing makeup but today I have a mission to accomplish.
"How much time is it going to take cami?" I asked Camila impatiently bouncing my leg and I hope I didnt mess up Camilas work or else she will stab me with one of her brushes.
" How many fudging times did I tell you, Ada, to not call me cami. My name is Camila so call me cam or Camila, no cami. I hate that word." Camill grumbled straightening my hair and pulling it somewhat hard as a punishment for calling her cami.
" oww! Ouch! Stop its hurting." I yelled
"It hurts me too." She said finishing her work and twirling me around to check her magic on me.
" Stop being so dramatic cami, I know you like being called cami," I said grinning knowingly. She hates to be called cami but I love riling her up. What best friends are for!
" Not again Ada! I swear Ill pull your hair out if you call that again." She threatened to roll her eyes and to disappear into the bathroom.
" In your dreams cami," I called out, pressing the word more to annoy her. I laughed knowing her facial expressions. I can only be my true self when I am with Camila. She has been my best friend since childhood, we went everywhere together. She is not rich like me but she passes as my friend in my parents eyes because Camila is a charmer and she convinced my parents that she can be my friend. I know this is absurd but it is what it is.
My resolve is fading away bit by bit but I have to be strong to do this. If not I am going to burst to keep all the anger and betrayal inside me and it is not good for me and the people around me.
For the first time in my life, I am going to do something so reckless and break the rule my parents made for me and my siblings.
I was brought back from my depressing thoughts by Camila who came from the bathroom wearing a silver dress which compliments her olive skin very much making her look like a goddess.
" Are you ready to head out?"
" yes?" She heard the hesitation in my voice and her features softened.
" I know Ada, this is like going against your parents and doing something which you were prohibited from doing. But to make you feel better it is the best thing to do, not as revenge but to free yourself from yourself and the clutches you were in." Her words gave me some courage and the encouragement I need but a small bit of something is still nagging me.
" Okay, lets go before I change my mind," I said, getting up and taking my clutch from the table to head out.
We called a cab to get to our destination. Throughout the ride I was anxious and my thoughts were running one minute a mile and I couldnt concentrate on anything. I hope nothing backfires.
The ride took 15 minutes to reach and I breathed out all the nerves and prepared myself. Camila was already out of the cab standing to the side waiting for me. I stumbled out of the car clamping my hand on the clutch so hard and moved towards where Camila is standing.
The bright lights were hurting my eyes, making me have a headache. The words written in bright colors with bright lights were looking like daggers. "One shot" is the place where you can let loose and drown in the sin of every type and now I am going to drown into them.
I have never been to a club in my entire 23 years of life and as my mother always says " a true lady never goes to clubs wearing nothing other than gloves which pass as clothes and a Hayes never loses control." But now I am wearing a glove that is clinging to my body and the black color is accenting my pale-colored skin and the heaving makeup which Camila did makes me look different from my reserved and normal look.
I decided to let loose in the alcohol, nothing much than that. nightstands are not my forte and I am still a 23-year-old virgin who is saving herself for her husband.
Going to the club and drinking till I cant stand on my feet is the reward I am going to give to my father for his betrayal of handing over the company I worked hard for to an asshole I dont even know.
Everyone knows who I am and seeing me today here in this club partying is going to be the headlines of tomorrows news and that is my main goal.
Camille and I entered the club together, we didnt have to wait in a line like other people to get in. Money can get you in anything and every impossible is possible.
It is so loud in the club, lights are dancing together with people who are grinding, dancing, making out, and drowning themselves in alcohol.
I cringed seeing and hearing which I didnt in my entire life. I have never been to a club other than the boring gatherings or parties my parents took me forcefully.
If I forget about my identity and try to relax, maybe then I can mingle in here and accomplish my mission. I was brought back from my thoughts by Camille who dragged me to the bar where people were less.
" Better we start our party with shots!" Camille yelled at me because with the loud music we cant hear each other without yelling.
I bent towards Camille to tell her that it is not a good idea to start with shots because I had never drunk in my life other than drinking the fancy wines which didnt make you drunk and as my mother says and I quote " a true lady never gets drunk rather sip on a wine to look royal". It always annoys me and I always want to get so drunk that I forget everything.
" I think we should start with something light because I never tried real alcohol before," I yelled near Camilles ear and she nodded and ordered some fruity drink that tastes sweet and sour but good, and I really liked its taste and it is going down my throat smoothly.
I am bobbing my head to the music and my eyes searching the club randomly taking sips from my drink and I know it has alcohol in it because my head starts buzzing and the tingles through my body feel good.
" How are you holding up! Ada, is the drink okay?" Camille asked, sipping her drink.
" Yes, it is good and I think I am already tipsy, and some of the people here know who I am judging by their staring and now I just need to do something which will make tomorrows headlines," I said, smirking and scanning the room once again.
" hmmm, what will we need to do to get on the headlines!" Camille said, scanning the club with me, confusion marring her face.
" I dont know but lets wait for the miracle," I said while my eyes stopped on the spot which may be helpful to me!
Is it a good idea to think like this? Is my plan going to work or I will get in trouble by doing what I am going to do now, maybe but who cares. Today I decided to sell my soul to the devil and now this is my chance to achieve what I wanted.
Like Eve who slowly approaches the forbidden fruit, I saunter through the crowd, eyes on my forbidden fruit which is waiting to be devoured by me, and make me sin.