The music is so loud, I can barely hear Zach trying to flirt with me. Damn, he's so drunk. I have to watch him now. It's fine. We've been here for two hours. We can leave in an hour or maybe 30 minutes depending on how many seductive songs they plan on playing. It makes me want to take Zach home tonight. I want to get him sobered up before I try anything though.

"... and that's how good you look tonight." Zach finishes. The neon lights dance on his chocolate, curly hair.

My shoulders shrug. "Too loud. I only heard the last sentence."

"Damn it! You know..." He gets closer so I can hear him more clearly. "I only brought you here so I could see you in a sexy dress. You've caught my eye for almost 2 years now. I wanna kiss you." He lazily smiles as he takes my hand and twirls me around so that he's holding me tight. Drunk Zach is an entertainer for sure.

I return his smile. "Then kiss me."

He leans in and I close my eyes awaiting—

"STOP THE MUSIC."

Our heads turn to the DJ who is fighting this random guy for the mic. Suddenly, the man takes the laptop and smashes it on the DJ's head and he collapses. Grabbing the mic up off the floor, this dude points to somebody in the crowd.

"You! HOW COULD YOU? It was supposed to be me! ME! You're supposed to love me. I caught you. You cheating whore! Out with friends? You're friends told me you'd be here. With him! I'm not mad at him because you probably lied to him too. It's you. Ah man... fuck. FUCK! I swear I'll kill you. I will. Tonight. I swear. You broke me, so I'll break you with my own two hands if I have to. ANYBODY GET IN MY WAY AND I'LL KILL YOU TOO. Are you happy now Venessa? Is this what you wanted?" He throws the mic on the floor and calmly walks off the stand.

"Oh my god. What the fuck?!" I say to Zach who is frantically trying to drag me out of the club.

"Doesn't matter. Let's just leave, Patricia."

We push past countless of people who aren't phased by the drunk man's threat. I catch a glimpse of the man running towards a woman with a broken champagne bottle. The crowd suddenly is instructed to evacuate. On our way out the door, I look back a final time and see a man in a red vest shirt and a black blazer standing next to the DJ table with his arms crossed and a wicked grin on his face as he observes the chaos around him.

I recognize those icy blue eyes. That smile. That face.

Shit. That's Aron. Amon.

The moment I think of his name. His eyes dart to mine and his smile falls. He sees me. He recognizes me without my red hair. He must of heard my thoughts by accident. I quickly look away and focus on getting out of here.