Chapter 2 – A Night With The Billionaire

Chapter 2: Letting Loose

“No Dawn. I’m not gonna allow you to wear a Jean and tank top to clubbing, do you think we are going to the movies or something? You are putting on a dress and that’s it! “

Kira yells as she paces across my room and opens my closet, staring at my clothes to look for something I could wear to the club. 

I let out a soft but frustrated sigh as I look down at myself and I see nothing bad in what I’m wearing. It’s ripped Jean which is like one of the few Jeans I have and the tank top I’m wearing has a jacket over it. 

It isn’t so bad but Kira sees something wrong in wearing this to a club. 

She insists that I wear a dress, even though I would prefer wearing what I’m in already. 

I prefer clothing that I am more comfortable in and with this, I’m very comfortable but of course, my best friend thinks it’s boring.

Sometimes, I wonder how the hell we even managed to tolerate each other for so long and keep the friendship going. We are very opposite, like two sides of a coin, right from the very start we have been very different.

She’s the kind that prefers all these things, going outing with friends and living life to the fullest. It isn’t like I didn’t like it either but I prefer indoor outings to outdoor but now, I don’t think I want either.

“I don’t think it’s necessary, it’s just to have fun and get out of there. “

I groan frustratingly. 

I have planned to just scale through most of the night, if Kira let me cause she’s always on my neck and I know she doesn’t mean that in a bad way.

A few of my novels are inside my bag in case I get bored there and I am taking my iPad with me also. 

They can have all the fun they want and I will do my thing. As long as my presence is enough. 

“I repeat girl, you’re not wearing that to the club. I’m not gonna allow you to look like some sort of a church nun when you’re not. “

She speaks from the closet and I sigh before staring at the wall and watching her rummage through my closet. 

She finally comes back and I stare at the dress she’s holding.

It’s a gold dress and it is stoned across its every fibre. 

It’s a dress mom got me for my fifteenth birthday party. 

I can still remember clearly the huge grin that was plastered across her face when I had flushed and told her I love it, immediately she showed me the dress. 

I can remember the proud grin across her face when she saw me in it and I can still remember the way she had clutched me tightly to her chest and placed a soft kiss on my forehead with her eyes glassy when I walked out of my room in it.

I quickly shake my head to prevent myself from walking down that memory lane and breaking down again, like I have been these past days… Years. 

“I don’t think I should… “

I start saying but she pushes the dress to my chest and pull me up, dragging me into the bathroom. 

“Dress. We don’t have much time left. “

I sigh before staring at the dress like it’s the last thing I’m going to do.

I clutch it to my chest and rest against the wall, almost as if I’m holding something very important to my heart.

It holds so many memories. So many memories than I ever thought it was going to.

I never thought of it as something that could have turned out to be so important to me. This is important but right now, it is.

I blink my eyes before pushing myself off the wall and undressing then slowly putting on the dress. 

The material feels silky against my skin and I touch it, feeling its warmth around it before I turn to the mirror. 

The dress hugs my body perfectly and I don’t look like a high school student, I look like an adult. More like a college student. 

I still don’t like it despite how much I love the feeling of the dress around me. 

I breathe out before staring down at myself, the dress stops at the middle of my thighs and the chest area tightens around me, pushing my chest more than it should. 

I walk out of the room, feeling slightly uncomfortable cause it’s tighter than I remember and Kira’s eyes widen when I appear in front of her. 

“Damn babe! You look so fucking hot. “

She says when a cheeky smile while I merely roll my eyes. 

I don’t want to look hot… Not that I am anyways. 

“I still will go with my tank top and my… “

I stop talking when she glares at me and she chuckles before grabbing my hand and dragging me to sit down while she tries to do something with my hair. 

After a few minutes, I look at the mirror and my hair is in a better shape than it was earlier. 

“Okay, almost done. I just need to put on make-up. “

“No, you know I don’t love makeups. Don’t, let me just go like this. I think I have done more than enough for tonight. “

I groan and she shakes her head. 

“No, I want you to live your life like it’s the last day you’re gonna live. We are gonna be having a lot of fun and maybe act a little naughty. You should dress up pretty well, after all. It’s for one night anyway. “

She winks at me before removing my glasses grabbing the blush and nodding to myself. 

That’s right. It’s for only one night. 

Just this one night for me to live my life as it had been before. 

Just this one night for me to forget about everything that happened between these past few years and live like nothing matters anymore. Not that anything does anyways. 

Just this one night for me to get out of my shell, shielding me away from the world and have fun. 

Just one night for me to forget about the pain that I carry in my chest and the scars that have to remain permanently scarred to the depth of my soul.

Just this one night.

And after this night, I’m gonna return to my shell. 

Returning to being the quiet and the ever so miserable Dawn.

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