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1755 Words
Zack's POV:
Someone knocked on the door, "Zack, the girls are here", mom said and Brittany and Chelsea walked in.
"Hey Zack", Chelsea grinned, "long time", I got off bed and hugged her.
"Yeah, how's the boyfriend?" I asked.
"He's great, currently at home", she answered.
"Brittany told me you had something to ask me", I stated and she glared at Brittany who shrugged.
"Yes, I- we wanted to know if you would like to go to a club tonight?" She asked.
"Had any in mind?
She shook her head.
"Sure, I'll make arrangements, are you staying with at Brittany's for the rest of the evening?" I asked.
"I'm going back to Manhattan, but my boyfriend and I will meet you guys there just tell me the time and location", she replied.
"I'll text it to you, so what does your boyfriend do?"
"Troy is a police officer for now he wants to be a detective, I'll tell you all about how we met later", Chelsea explained.
"I'll hold you to that, want us to go have a drink downstairs?" I suggested.
"I don't see why not, you used to throw the best parties", she grinned and we all went downstairs.
"Zack I am going out for the evening, Landon is staying over at Blair's", mom said as she opened the front door.
"I'm going to a club with my friends, so I wouldn't be back till late", I answered.
"Good just be careful of the paparazzi, they know you're here in the city", she warned and left.
Just great.
"So ladies, what's your poison?" I asked as we entered the kitchen and I opened the bottom cupboard where dad usually leaves all his liquor for as long as I remember.
"Vodka!" The ladies cheered.
I grinned, "I see you two haven't changed from the last time we hung out during our junior year of university."
"Vodka is a great drink, gets us drunk quickly", Brittany stated.
"Remember Chelsea has to drive back home, we can't have her getting drunk now", I pointed out.
"One glass for me and I'm out of here", Chelsea said as she got the glasses and Brittany got the ice from the freezer.
I poured out the vodka in the glasses and we raised our glasses, "to friendship forever."
"To friendship!"
We drank down our drink, it burned my chest and Brittany coughed.
"I shouldn't have done that", she coughed again.
"That was good, well I am going now got to check my parents before I leave", Chelsea left.
"How was your nap?" Brittany asked me as she poured more vodka in her glass.
"Great actually, forgot how quiet it is here than in Los Angles with busy traffic all the time and certain time in the night", I shrugged.
"You should consider moving back here", she suggested.
"No way, anywhere but here, Boston doesn't sound mad or even Washington", I stated.
"What's wrong with New York?"
"I grew up here, I don't want to turn old here as well", I explained.
"I know what you mean, but why all over on the other side of the states?"
"To get away, I wanted my space and freedom", I replied.
"Don't you feel lonely at times?"
"Yes, but I have my friends to keep me company."
"That's not what I meant, like relationship."
"I not to long got out of one, I am not rushing into anything again."
"And one night stands are the solution", she looked at me.
"It keeps me distracted, why are we even talking about this?" I frowned looking into her green eyes, I wouldn't say it out loud but I missed being around Brittany. She was the only woman who truly got me and I can be myself around her.
"Boredom or the alcohol is starting to get to me already", she laughed.
"I doubt, you can hold your alcohol I know you Brit", I smirked.
"Oh really?" She came closer to me and looked me in the eyes with a smirk of her own.
"Yes I do know you, the real you", I replied, "did your ex know you slept with a night light when you were younger?"
She blushes and looked away, "I thought you forgot about that."
"Nope, but I assume he doesn't know and you were together for almost three years", I frowned.
"The topic didn't come up", she mumbled.
"Did you love him Brit?" I whispered.
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and nodded, I hugged her as she cried into my chest.
"Why would he do that to me?" She cried, "wasn't I good enough?"
"Hey, he doesn't deserve you, its okay", I comforted her.
When I see that scumbag who hurt Brittany I'll make him pay, he'll be sorry that he dumped her.
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I parked in front of Brittany's house/ mansion, I'll feel better to know she'll be safe when coming back from the club drunk and wouldn't be driving.
I got out of my Ferrari, the one I got my 21st birthday that I left home when I moved and only take out for a drive when I am in the city; Landon wasn't old enough to drive as yet.
I rang the doorbell and Blair opened the door, "hey Zack", she smiled; she has grown from the eight year old I knew.
"Long time Blair, I see all your baby teeth have dropped out", I teased and she hugged me.
"Oh shut up, it hasn't been that long you have seen me", she scoffed, "are you coming in? Brittany takes forever to get ready now."
I walked into the mansion and Blair went back upstairs, "Landon's in the game room with his two friends", she said.
I went to the game room and saw three guys playing video games, Landon, Chase and Ed; Landon met them when he started middle school and was trying out for the football team.
"Hey guys", they all turned their heads toward me.
"Hey bro", Landon said.
"Zack my man", Chase said, he got brunette hair.
"What's up?" Ed grinned, he got black hair and I think he has a crush on Blair.
"Nothing just going to a club, will be back later", I answered.
"Sweet, I can't wait until I am old enough to go to one", Landon sighed.
"Less than four years buddy, don't worry", I assured him and left.
"Dude you brother is so cool, I wished mine was but he's sixteen and stays in his room all day after school", I heard Ed complaining.
As I got back to the front door I saw Brittany coming down the stair, she's in a fitted blue, sleeveless dress with a deep V neck making her cleavage show with a pair of matching heels; she had her hair down, curled at the ends with light makeup.
Wow, she really changed over the years.
"You look gorgeous", I said and she blushed.
"Thanks, ready to go?"
I opened the door for her and she walked out, I locked the door behind me.
"I haven't seen that car in a long time", she said as we go towards the black Ferrari.
"Yeah, I don't be here often", I open the door for her and she got in then I closed it.
I got behind the wheel and put on my seatbelt, "next stop, Lax nightclub."
"I heard about there, it's very hard to get in there", Brittany stated.
"Don't worry I made arrangement for us to get in and even VIP."
"You didn't-"
"I already did muffin."
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When I pulled up at the side of the sidewalk there were a lot of people in the line waiting to get inside.
"Is that Zachary Grant?"
"OMG it is!"
"Zachary over here!"
I saw the paparazzi running coming toward the car, great."
"Zack?" Brittany looked at with a worried expression.
"Stick close to me", I told her and got out throwing the keeps to the attendant. I helped Brittany out the car and we walked to the entrance where Chelsea and her boyfriend were waiting as the camera flashed in front of us.
"Zachary, is this your new girlfriend?"
"What's your name?"
"Is it true that you're engage Zachary?"
"Is she the secret lover your ex was talking about?"
I ignored them as the bouncer let us in blocking the paparazzi from coming further.
"Well that was..."
"Intense", Brittany let out a breath.
The club was already full with dancers on the stage, people on the dance floor and by the bar. The VIP upstairs were not so pack just a few rich dudes, smoking and with their play toys for the night or week.
"Ahh, Mr. Grant right this way", a waiter approached us, he led us to our VIP spot upstairs.
"Wow Zack, you outdid yourself this time", Chelsea stated, "and this is Scott, my boyfriend", she introduced him.
"Nice to meet you, Chelsea talks about you and her other friends all the time", he stated and shook my hand, he got dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Chelsea better keep a tight grip on this one, women were already watching him as we entered.
We sat down, Brittany and I on one side, Chelsea and Scott on the other.
"What drinks to bring sir?" The waiter asked me.
"One bottle of vodka and two bottles of your finest alcohol, that good with you?" I looked at Scott.
He nodded, "yeah I am kind of taking it light tonight, got work in the morning."
"If you had to work, why did you come babe?" Chelsea asked him.
"I wasn't going to let you drive back home all alone, beside it's been a while since I came to a club", he shrugged lending back against the chair with his arm over her shoulder.
The waiter came back with the drinks, the girls' drink already poured out, "thanks", I handed him $100 as tip.
"Thank you sir."
"Very generous today Mr. Grant", Brittany teased.
"Well I can't come in here and tip cheap, I got people watching me", I winked.
"Yeah especially the ladies", she pointed out picking up her glass.
"Brittany wait, don't drink that", Scott took the glass from her and examine it, "this one been tampered with."
"What?" She gasped and Chelsea stopped from taking her own.
"What do you mean?" I demanded getting angry.
"I mean someone spilled a pill into it to d**g Brittany ", he frowned.
"What kind of pills?" Chelsea snapped.
"Like drowsy pills, the ones that mess with your mind so you're not aware of your surroundings", he explained.
"I bet it was that waiter he been eyeing us since we walked in", Brittany said.
"Or the bartender", Scott looked down toward the bar where the bartender and the waiter were talking and the waiter doesn't look to happy.
"I'm going to have a talk with the owner, I'll be right back", I got up and the bartender watched me as I walked down the stairs going to the private room which was guarded with two men.
"Sorry man you can't go in there", they stopped me.
"I'm Zachary Grant, I need to talk to your boss", I explained.
They stepped aside and I entered.
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