“Should we find a table?” I say with a raised voice to Rya, so she hears me over the music.
She nods and gazes around the club. Everywhere I turn, it’s jam-packed with people.
“What do you want to drink?” Zay whispers into my ear.
“Vodka soda.”
He nods, and he and Ez head for the bar. Just as they’re leaving, I see a group of people leaving a couch sitting against the wall. I grab Ry’s hand and tug her along with me. I sit down and pull her down with me, so no one takes it. Rya moves her shoulders with the beat of the music the second she sits down.
Ez comes with two drinks in hand, followed by Zay. Ez hands me my drink and hands the other to Rya as he sits down next to her. I look up at Zay and he is only holding on to one drink. He sits down next to me, and I lean into him. “Is Ez not drinking?”
Zay shakes his head.
Ezra had a couple of shots at home, but I’m guessing he’s like me and only took them to take the edge off. Plus, he’s our DD.
The club is alive with so much energy. The lights are pulsing with the music. Many couples are dancing together. Groups ofgirls are dancing around each other, laughing. Everyone else is deep in conversation with a drink in hand.
My shoulders loosen up a little as the liquor hits harder.
Rya grabs my hand, but I stay seated. “Let’s go dance,” she says, swaying her hips and shoulders.
I shake my head, not really in the mood to dance. Zay bumps my shoulder. “Babe, go dance.”
One side of my lip curls up; I shake my head again. “You go.”
Rya rolls her eyes and Zay grabs her hand. She leads them onto the dance floor.
Many friends have asked me if we four ever get jealous of each other because we’re so close. Rya has never given me a reason to not trust her with Zay. Zay hasn’t either. I watch as Rya dances in front of Zay and he moves his hips along with the rhythm of the music. They keep their dance moves respectful, not grinding up against each other.
I scoot closer to Ez and lean my back against the couch. “Are you having fun?”
His ankle rests on his knee, and he bounces his other foot on the floor. “Sure,” he says over the music.
I take a sip of my drink. “You didn’t want to come here, huh?”
He takes his gaze off Rya and Zayn and catches my eyes. His green eyes glimmer under the strobe lights. “Not really. You?”
I shake my head.
He shifts his body and tilts his head. “What? I thought you did?”
My brows knit together in confusion. “No.”
He shakes his head, crossing his arms. “Rya told me you wanted to come, but Zay wouldn’t if I didn’t go.”
I glance over at the two of them, still dancing with space between them. I lean back further onto the couch. Why would she lie? It’s a petty lie, but still, what the hell?
Ez leans in. “Let’s get out of here, then.”
“What about them?”
He shifts his gaze back over to the dance floor. “They’re having fun without us. They won’t miss us.”
I raise my drink. “Let me finish this.” I take a big sip. The song ends and Rya and Zay come walking back over. Rya sits down on the couch with a deep breath from dancing. Zay sits on the other side of Ez.
“Hey, we’re going to head out,” Ez says, glancing between all three of us.
“What?” Rya says, leaning over and looking at Ez.
