Stuck in an Elevator

Chapitre Trienta.

               Tyler groaned from outside, and we finally unlocked the doors. Ty clapped his hands, and slid in the backseat.

               "Alright guys! Can we please gooooo," Tyler whined as he put on his seatbelt. "And Sky, promise me that you'll take care of me while we nurse hangovers togther?" I rolled my eyes at him, and tried to calm down a bit. Erin was right. I needed to let loose. It was the end of Summer and college would be starting. I shouldn't worry about the past. 

               "Bitch please, I'll be too tired to even take care of myself."

               "Yep, it's true Ty," Erin glanced at Tyler through the rearview mirror. "Even if she was never nursing a hangover, she would still refuse to take care of me."

               "Psh," Tyler scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I'm more special."

               And so they went on about who was more special to me, all the way to the party which was almost half an hour away.

               I was already having a headache by the time we arrived even thought I hadn't had a sip of alcohol in my system.

***

               The Moreno's flat was decked out in club attire. It was modernly designed, lights flashing every where. They lived on the 5th floor, and their view was amazing of the city.

               I refused to take the elevator, and cursed myself for wearing heels. But it was better to be safe than sorry. Thanks dad for making me permanently afraid of elevators even though I met someone so amazing in it. Who changed my life. 

               Tyler and Erin were complaining the whole way to the 5th floor, but I shut them up by stopping short on the stairs making them bump into my back and saying, 

               "You guys could have taken the freaking elevator, ya know!"

               And continued on my way. Heels clicking all the way. I hid my smirk as they began apologizing over and over.

               I ran a few finger through my hair, as Erin fixed her boobs. While Tyler rolled his eyes and yanked the door open for us. Such a gentleman.

               "You both look great, so c'mon, let's go."

               As soon as we walking to the room where the party was being held, the music was blaring loudly. You could hear it from the 3rd floor. I didn't have a problem though, the DJ was great! He was in the middle of playing Who's That Chick? By David Guetta and Rihanna.

               People were spread throughout the flat, some drinking, some dancing, and some having sex standing up. And some looking like lost puppies as they tried to find someone or something to do.