"Let's check out the new book's edition, shall we?"
"Sure. I totally need a new Account's guide book." Michelle, Diana and Carissa walked side by side on the hallway.
"Guess what, Carissa?" Diana whispered and they stopped by a wall.
"What's poppin'?" Carissa was curious. Michelle also looked attentive.
"Isabella came home really late last night drenched..."
"And???"
"Rafael dropped her off."
"Nice of him."
"Yeah."
"That's not the point, girls. They kissed! They had a really hot kiss in the rain!!" Diana squealed.
"Wait...what the fuck?" Carissa's eyes widened.
Michelle was amused.
"Wow. Did she tell you girls? How did she feel? Good for her."
"Isabella came in and lied to us. She didn't know we peeped through the window and saw her."
"Oh!"
"That's so cool! They must be official now." Carissa giggled.
"I don't think that can happen. I don't think Isabella would like to date him."
"Why did they kiss then?" Michelle was confused.
"Isabella is really choosy about guys. She has a horrible feeling about playboys like Rafael."
Gabriela's look was a total serve.
Gabriela walked into school, and it was like the entire room paused. Her outfit was giving major vibes - a tiny, glittery green spaghetti sleeve top showing off her belly, adorned with five shining golden belly chains that sparkled with every step. The extremely short white flare skirt hugged her hips, showcasing her smooth legs, and paired with stunning green stiletto heels, she was a vision.
Students, especially the boys, couldn't look away. Even teachers stopped to compliment and admire her beauty. Gabriela's skin tone glowed, and her usually bold makeup was toned down, giving her an innocent, fairytale princess look. Her effortless sexiness was the talk of the entire school.
As she walked down the hallway, whispers followed her.
"Wow."
"She looks amazing!"
"Those heels must worth a fortune!"
"She's stunning!"
Gabriela seemed to own the space, her confidence radiating like a glow. She was the epitome of style and grace, leaving everyone in awe.
During lunch, the cafeteria was noisy with students chatting about their plan for the weekend.
"I think we should travel to the Maldives." Carissa suggested.
"No, girls. I'll be so busy this weekend with a project in Flores Corp." Gabriela disagreed.
"Oh, okay. Its been a while since we went to a party, right? Lets go clubbing." Diana added.
"Clubbing? Count me out." They all turned to Michelle with amused looks.
"No way, Michelle. Are you really gonna stay back?"
"Yeah. I don't do that."
"What if Damien wants you to?" Diana winked.
"I won't. Period. You guys can go ahead." Michelle stood on her decision.
"Great."
"Not great. No one is going if Michelle isn't. Go have fun out there! Get rid of that virgin tag on you." Michelle looked embarrassed.
"Wait...what?" The girls burst into hearty laughter.
"Did you forget she's dating my brother? Damien won't spare such a person!" Diana snorted. Carissa and Isabella chuckled.
~~~~
Saturday evening, the girls' doorsteps were buzzing with excitement as nightclub dresses arrived, courtesy of Miss. Flores. The delivery guy handed them each a bag, and with eager hands, they tore into the packages.
Carissa's eyes widened as she pulled out a stunning shimmering golden strapless outfit that barely covered her thighs. The star-studded golden heels and exquisite gold jewelry stole her breath – she felt like a queen.
Diana's eyes sparkled as she revealed a crop top with the Spain flag colors and a short tight skirt. Her jewelry and heels were equally impressive, radiating luxury.
Isabella beamed, showcasing her body-hugging shimmering outfit, perfect for a night out.
The girls met at their favorite restaurant, bubbling with excitement as they piled into Gabriela's car. Gabriela's face glowed with anticipation – this was her first time hitting the club, and she was finally breaking free from her dad's restrictions. Little did she know, the night set a trap for her.
Her phone buzzed amidst the loud chatters from her friends in the car.
The caller ID made her grin.
"Hello?"
"Where did you girls go without Michelle?" It was Miguel, his voice dripping with curiosity.
"Clubbing." Gabriela's voice didn't hide her excitement.
"Clubbing? Okay. Have fun. Just called to know."
"Alright, bye." She chuckled childishly and hung up.
Miguel entered the kitchen to grab a snack and his heart nearly flew out of his chest.
Clubbing?
No way.
This can't be real.
He sat on the bed, his fingers flying on the screen and dialed Gabriela's contact.
"Gaby, did you just say you're going clubbing?"
"Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No. I don't. I just want you to be careful. People in clubs are either there to clear their heads or searching for hotties to spank. There are a lot of bad boys there." He sounded like he was lecturing her.
Gabriela cackled mockingly.
"Bad boys? Are you a good boy?"
"Gabriela, don't act silly when you get there. I know you haven't been there before, right? Like I said earlier, you should watch out for those guys. They might whisk you away from the noise and get inside you when you're drunk. And I don't want any motherfucker touching you."
"Wait...are you jealous?" Gabriela asked, her eyes glittering with mischief.
His cheeks flushed.
"Jealous? Of course not! I..."
"Miguel Jackson is jealous..." She taunted.
"I'm not jealous, Gabriela."
"Okay, I won't drink anything, I promise. I won't dance with a guy and I won't let him touch me. I'll just sit back and watch." Gabriela spoke with a serious tone to match his.
"Alright. Fulfill your promises."
~~~~
The nightclub was electric, pulsating with the beat of chart-topping pop music that made the crowd move in sync. The air was thick with excitement, the scent of expensive perfume, and the hum of lively chatter. Disco lights danced across the room, casting a mesmerizing purple and dark glow that added to the allure. It was the mask party and nearly everyone were wearing attractive face masks.
As Gabriela, Isabella, Carissa, and Diana stepped into the spotlight, the room seemed to hold its breath. Eyes turned, people oohed and aahed, admiring the stunning quartet. Heads turned, necks craned, and whispers spread like wildfire – they were the epitome of glamour, the center of attention.
The music didn't stop, but the noise level dipped momentarily as the crowd took in the vision before them. Then, the chatter erupted anew, louder and more animated, as if everyone was vying for their attention. Rich people mingled, sipped expensive cocktails, and danced with abandon, but their focus kept drifting back to the captivating foursome.
Gabriela and her friends glided through the throng, their confident strides commanding respect. They found an empty table space, and as they settled in, the nightclub's energy seemed to ratchet up another notch. The music pulsed on, a perfect accompaniment to their glamorous entrance, and the night was young.
"Is Gabriela there yet?"
"Yeah. But she's with her group. What do I do?"
"Are you in the waiter's uniform?"
"Yeah."
"Wear one of the party masks and offer them drinks."
Diana and Carissa partied and mingled with strangers while Isabella and Gabriela were on their seats.
Isabella was taking attractive selfies and Gabriela was just munching on a chocolate she had brought, not talking to anyone to avoid breaking her promise to Miguel.
Even the slightest touch by a brief move alerted her.
She felt weird and uncomfortable, except for the music that blared with her favorite pop songs.
Girls were all over the place twerking and dancing nastily with guys.
A shiver ran down her spine when a guy slammed a complete stranger's ass, pulled her close to his hardness.
"Gaby, are you okay?" Carissa asked her.
"I'm fine. Have fun." Gabriela faked a smile but deep down she was feeling gross.
A waiter walked towards them, a chicken mask on his face.
"Hi, girls. Care for some drinks?" He had multiple shots of alcohol on his tray.
"Yeah. Put them down. Thank you so much!!" The waiter placed the tray on the table, and he smirked slyly when his eyes fell on Gabriela.
She was wearing a sleeveless green dress that slightly covered her butt.
His eyes ran down her cleavage to her large hips and smooth legs.
He couldn't wait to knead and rock her until she was breathless.
Her eyes were fixed to her phone screen and seemed lost.
The waiter left.
"I've dropped the shots."
"Alright. I've sent Yuvi."
A girl plopped on the chair next to Gabriela with a cheerful smile on her face.
"Gabriela Flores! Its so good to meet you." Gabriela turned, her lips forming a smile.
"Hi."
"How's school, work and all? I'm sure you're here to wipe off all that stress."
"Stress? Nah. Just came for fun."
"Fun? Then why aren't you having the fun? You're just sitting here looking bored despite the entertainment around. By the way, I'm Yuvi."
"Yuvi? That's such a nice and unique name."
"There are so many shots on your table. You should have one or two."
"Nah, I'm fine. Thanks Yuvi."
"No, Gaby! I want you to drink two shots. Its just whiskey. Its not gonna do any harm."
"Yuvi, I'm alright."
"C'mon, Gaby!" Yuvi took a shot and gulped it down.
"See? Just do same. Nothing's gonna happen, I swear."
"Why's Gabriela not drinking?" Carissa wondered as she sipped a huge glass of wine.
"Gabriela, have something, would you!" Diana cried out.
"No, girls."
After much persuation, Gabriela finally agreed to have a single shot.
"Happy?" She gulped it down. The girls grinned.
"C'mon, lets hit the dance floor!" Carissa, Isabella and Diana went to dance.
"It won't be a bad idea, right?"
"No, Yuvi. I prefer to just sit here. I don't want anyone touching me." Yuvi chuckled.
"I understand. Its your first time here and you feel uncomfortable. Don't worry you'll get through. I'll hold your hand while we dance so no one will dare touch you."
"Okay....that sounds like a better idea."
They highfived and went on the dance floor. Yuvi made sure Gabriela had more shots at each chance she got to convince her.
While she drank, Yuvi's hands were intertwined in hers so she trusted that as long as Yuvi was around, she'd be safe.
Minutes later, she was tipsy, easier to get her to drink more shots.
Her friends were also completely drunk, except Isabella.
~~~~~
"You hurt her. You're a jerk for that. Its wrong to hurt the person you love." Miguel reprimanded as he relaxed with Rafael on the couch.
"But I'm not sure I love her. I didn't even mean to hurt her!"
"How did you feel when you kissed her? Was it like every other girl?"
"No, it was different. I kissed her like....like I owned her. Her lips seem delicate and soft. I don't wanna ruin it with my carnality." Miguel giggled.
"Hilarious. Since it was different, then it means you like her. You feel differently about her. You should tell her before its too late."
"And you don't think telling Gaby about how you feel is too late?" Rafael's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Its not too late. Plus, I'm convinced she likes me too. I just..I just feel that our graduation is the right time to confess my feelings."
"Wow, Miguel is in love."
"Isabella is a really nice girl. And you should never break her heart."
"I said something. You changed the topic."
"Its because I'm not ready to go deep into that, dude." Miguel rolled his eyes and Rafael laughed.
"And lastly, don't fuck girls anymore."
"I've stopped way before you did." Rafael sneered.
"But you know what, I want to fuck one more girl. That sexy vixen, Gabriela Flores. I want her to be the last girl I fuck." Rafael bit his lips seductively, giving Miguel a side eye to tease him. Miguel's fist was clenched.
"Yeah sure. She'll be the last girl you'll ever fuck." He was fuming with a fake smile.
"Calm down, I was kidding!" Rafael burst into hearty laughter.
Miguel got up when he saw a text appear on his phone screen.
"Check on my sister in the room with that cheeky boyfriend of hers and make sure they aren't doing anything. I'm off."
"Off? Where are you off to?" Rafael was curious.
"Somewhere." Miguel took the exit.
~~~~
Yuvi's hands had slipped from Gabriela and she was in the arms of the waiter guy, who had changed his outfit into a tank top and tight pants, his hands around Gabriela's waist, spanking her ass whenever she tried to stagger back.
She was completely drunk.
He caressed her back, butt, hips and colided his body with hers at every chance he got.
The moan that escaped her lips made him hard.
"Ack, so hot!" He gasped.
When he was out of sight, he lifted her on his shoulders to the lounge.
He tried to be gentle, placing her on the sofa.
His hand almost touched her boob when someone pulled him by the collar and flung him to the wall.
Miguel's face was a deep shade of crimson, his eyes blazing with fury as his clenched fist shook with rage.
His entire body was rigid with anger, his muscles taut as he fought to restrain himself, his anger boiling over like a pot left unattended on the stove.
His eyes flashed with anger, his gaze piercing into the guy's soul.
He dared to touch her.
"How dare you?" His whisper dripped with anger as he knelt, holding the guy's collar.
"Who the fuck are you and why did you touch Gabriela?" Miguel growled.
"What's your problem with that? It's not your business." The guy replied with a smirk.
"It's my business, jerk. What gave you the right to lay a single finger on her?"
"Who are you? Are you her boyfriend? Are you here because you're depressed?"
"Depressed?" His grip tightened on his collar.
"Anyways, I won't just lay my finger on her but inside her. I must say, she's really sexy. When I set my eyes on her, my cock tightened." The guy smirked cunningly, his eyes filled with lust.
Miguel's hand gripped his neck and he groaned.
"You son of a bitch! Gabriela is the last girl you'll ever look at that way. She's mine!" He pulled the guy up and crashed his head against the wall, landing heavy punches on his face continuously until he fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from his mouth and nose.
Gabriela was horrified watching the scene, as she laid weak on the sofa.
She had never seen Miguel hit anyone like this.
She had never seen him so angry.
He crashed him to the table of drinks and kept hitting him.
Gabriela's eyes filled with terror.
"S-stop..." She got up and walked a few steps before falling to the ground.
Miguel was too busy to notice.
He didn't care if the guy died. Miguel's fists were heavy and the guy groaned agonizingly.
"I'll stab your dirty cock so that you'll never take advantage of any girl in your miserable life!" He roared. Gabriela flinched, fear gripping her.
Fury shook Miguel, and she was afraid to see him that way. He saw a knife that had fallen from the table and grabbed it.
His movements were swift and Gabriela needed to stop him somehow.
"Miguel!!!" She yelled. Her eyes welled up with tears.
The knife fell from his hands.
The guy was panting heavily, the knife was close to touching him.
"What is wrong with you?!" Gabriela cried.
He went to her and lifted her in bridal style.
"Let's get out of here."