After what felt like forever, Zara was finally done dolling me up. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I couldn't believe the person staring back at me was actually me. I was wearing a short floral gown with my long, wavy hair let down, some of it covering the right part of my face. It's hard to imagine that the fairy-like princess in the mirror was me.
"Wow, Erica, you look absolutely amazing!" exclaimed Zara.
"Thanks, you're looking great yourself, Erica," I replied, looking at Zara in her crop top and tight skirt.
"Thanks, baby girl," replied Zara.
"I can't believe I forgot to ask Zara where we're going," I said.
"It's a surprise," said Zara.
"Seriously, why can't you tell me now?" I asked.
"If I tell you, you might not want to go anymore," replied Zara. "Now, no more questions, let's go."
My sights fell on my glasses, but I didn't wear them since I could still see without them. What are the odds that I'll have to read at wherever Zara is taking me?
We arrived at the mystery destination, and it turned out to be a clubhouse. I was shocked out of my mind. Zara expected me to go in there. I gave Zara a look of uncertainty.
"You don't have to be scared, it's going to be fun," said Zara, pushing me into the club.
It was so rowdy and loud in the club that I closed my ears. It got worse with the lights changing colors, so I had a hard time seeing properly. How I wished I followed my instincts back at home and wore my glasses.
I was distracted by the sights of people drinking, some dancing, and others doing things I'd prefer not to have seen. I didn't notice that Zara was leading me to the staircase. I missed the step, and much to my dismay, I was about to hit the ground. I braced myself for impact. The expected fall never came. I was being held up. I slowly opened my eyes. Before me was a young man.
If I were to describe him, he looked like a delinquent with piercings on his nose, left eyebrow, lower lip, and many more on his ears.
"Erica, are you okay?" I heard Zara say as she hurried over to me.
Zara thanked the young man. "Thanks for catching my friend, Master Issac."
He nodded his head in response and left without saying a word.
After making sure I was alright, Zara and I continued on our way up the stairs. Compared to downstairs, this place was more quiet and relaxing.
When we sat down, I finally asked Zara the question that was bugging me. "Zara, that man downstairs, you called him Master Issac, so you must know him."
"Well, I kinda know him, so yes. Why are you suddenly talking about him?"
"It's just that something felt odd about him. He looks like a delinquent on the outside, but his aura speaks otherwise, and when I looked at his eyes, it felt like the darkness in his eyes is trying to pull me in."
"Erica Theresa Thompson, there is no need for you to worry yourself about that. It's probably a figment of your imagination, so forget about it."
"Maybe, but I still feel that there is something off about him. I just don't want you to get mixed up with the wrong crowd."
Zara chuckled. "Me, mixed up with the wrong crowd? I am the wrong crowd. You're the one who isn't supposed to be with me."
I know you're just worried about me, but there's no need to worry your pretty little head for me.
Since Zara isn't too bothered about it, I guess there's no need for me to worry.
"So, let's get on to what we're here for," said Zara.
The night was fun, like Zara said it would be. I got to try different drinks, and Zara kept trying to convince me to dance.