My Best Friend's Dad

Clubbing

Elona's POV

Tristan disappeared into his study room. He had work to do. I rolled my eyes. My father is similar in ways but he will make an effort, he allows me to explore things more compared to how strict Tristan is with Cris. But knowing Cris, she does go against his will, she doesn't care and drags me into anything.

"You know what? We are going to the club whether my father likes it or not. He cannot treat me like a little girl anymore. I'm getting older and I'm nearly out of school. Maybe he should just have another evening with Maggie so that we can sneak away," she was fuming as she pulled up her skinny jeans. We were in her bedroom. I was just sitting on her bed, watching her fume.

"I wouldn't want to get into trouble but I know we have to start somewhere by testing the water. I am just careful." I replied.

"We are going to your house after this. You are going to get dressed, put on skinny jeans and a crop top, make your hair nice and we will have fun. Screw what my father has to say," she said as she pulled on a denim jacket.

"Cris, I don't think that it would be okay if we did this," I said hesitantly. I was trying to get out of it. Her hair was in waves and she stood in front of the mirror applying mascara.

"Elona, live a little bit. You will be a model soon and these are places that you will also be at, so start to get used to it. See it as a way of me helping you. I am inviting Spooky too," she grinned as I watched her in the mirror.

I scoffed, "You really are something else," I shook my head at her.

Once Cris was done, we walked down the hallway, past the study room. The door was ajar and I could briefly see Tristan sitting behind his desk. He was looking at something on his desk, his head resting on his hand. He seemed frustrated. I hurried after Cris. She called out to her father, "Dad! I'm going to be at Elona's house, done wait up!" she took my hand and dragged me out the front of the house.

We sprint out the driveway because Cris was dressed a bit inappropriately and I knew that Tristan would have a fit if he had to see Cris this way. Luckily, she had a denim jacket on. We got to my house. Luckily, my father wasn't at home, but I might still get into trouble. My father worked extremely hard, but I didn't want to throw this in his face, of becoming a bad girl, especially now that Cris is taking risks.

Cris ended up putting clothes out for me, telling me what to wear. Most of the time I felt uncomfortable because I was wearing a mini black skirt which I tossed at the back of my closet a few years back because it was inappropriate. I know that when I'm a model, I need to get even more confident in my skin and be revealing. Cris threw a white halter neck crop top at me. This was going to be part of a photoshoot that I had planned to have here in my room to add to my portfolio, but now I don't even know if I want to wear it again. Next thing, black knee high boots are being thrown on the floor in front of me. "I will end up looking like a sl^tty school girl," I exclaimed at Cris as I bent down and got the boots.

"It's the whole point of partying, come on, get ready while I send Spooky a text." she was being impatient.

I started to get undressed, I was feeling...nervous. This is not me, but it will soon be me.

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Cris held my hand as she guided me through the crowd at the club, the music was blaring and the strobe lights flickering. I have been dodging the elbows of the crowd on the dancefloor. The heat was unbearable but we managed to get to the bar. This was a bad idea.

"So what would you like?" Cris asked.

"Um, soda, please."

"No, you can order something different. We are legal. Nevermind," she said as she turned to the bartender who was cute, and she placed our orders, which was tequila. I tried to cover my belly but then I really felt my clothes, searching for my phone. "What is it?" Cris asked.

"My phone...I don't have it. I forgot it at my house," I panicked. My father would get a heart attack if he didn't know where I was.

Cris retrieved her phone out of her skinny jeans pocket. She is dressed more appropriately than me. I rolled my eyes. She held her phone up, "I got mine, but we won't be needing it," she shoved it back into her pocket. "Oh Spooky, you made it!" Cris squealed as she looked over my shoulder.

I turned around to look at him. He looked at me with a shy smile. When I actually looked at him, he was still the handsome young man I saw for the first time in class with those eyes. I smiled at him. "You look great," he said shyly.

"Thanks," heat crept up my cheeks and I turned around as the bartender placed our tequila shots on the bar counter. Spooky ordered a beer.

"You're a photographer, right?" Cris asked Spooky.

"Yeah, not professionally yet, but I would like to be one. It is my dream," he replied.

"Great, Elona needs a photographer. You two should talk about it," she encouraged.

"It's really no big deal," I blushed.

"Yes it is. This is your future career we are talking about," Cris chimed in. "Please, talk," she held my gaze.

I sighed, "Okay, fine."

I told Spooky about my modeling career that I want to pursue and I need a photographer with better equipment to take my photos for the portfolio so that it would look more professional.

"Count me in. I need more photos for my own portfolio too, if you don't mind. It will also help me with practicing my photography skills," he smiled, and then he took a sip of his beer.

Cris ordered more tequila shots, and it was loosening me up a bit. Men were looking at me as if I was a piece of meat, but I didn't care as I actually felt confident. Cris pulled me onto the dance floor. My hair was loose and in soft curls. I began to move my hips to the rhythm of the beat. I really lost myself. Men actually danced with us now. They were behaving at least. I looked where Spooky was but he was still at the bar, looking at us. He was all to himself, not one to get in trouble with us.

I like him... I mean...the person that he is. A good friend. What the hell am I saying? I barely know him.

I was drunk, but I didn't care. I felt great though, confident. I have to loosen up with the type of model that I will become. There are times when I will be posing in lingerie and then perhaps n^de too. I need something strong for that because with this I don't think I will be that confident.

I was grinding my hips with someone behind me, his hands on my hips. Spooky was now beside us, he was not dancing, rather trying to tell us something. He leaned into Cris, telling her something in her ear and she froze as she scanned the crowd and then that is when I saw him.

Tristan was livid as he stood in a far corner watching us in his casual linen shirt and blue jeans. He then started walking through the crowd...towards us. I swallowed, not sure what to do, but his eyes remained on me.

F^ck.