Chapter 7 – Morgan
MORGAN
We’d been to a few pubs, but it was still early, and they were quiet. We decided to go over to the pool hall for an hour until the pubs livened up. It was my turn to play the winner, so I’d settled myself onto a stool with my pint and watched the boys, though my thoughts kept returning to Andie.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Expecting it to be the other boys we’d lost in one of the earlier pubs, I picked it up and was happily surprised to see it was Andie.
My heart pounded; this was another chance to persuade her to go out with me.
The text said she wanted to explain her reasons.
I wasn’t going to keep allowing her rain checks.
“Boys, we’re off to the club!” I called out, downing the rest of my pint in one.
I was eager to get there and see her. I didn’t want to waste another minute.
“What club?” they all turned to ask.
“AJ’s, Andie has put us on the VIP list.”
“Fuck yeah, no queuing and guaranteed a seat!” Baz replied.
I sent a quick text to the other boys to tell them where we would be and to give my name at the door, if they found their way back to us. We walked to the club as it wasn’t that far from where we were. All the way there I ran through what I could say to change her mind.
“Hey mate, you okay?” Baz had slowed his walk to match mine as the others walked on ahead.
“Yeah, just a bit nervous.” I waited for him to mock me, but it never came.
“Listen, you’re a good guy. Just be yourself.”
I nodded but thought that being myself hadn’t worked out well the first time. I needed something more.
Baz, seeing that I was again lost in thought, added, “And if that doesn’t work, be a bad boy. My missus says that ladies love a bad boy. Come on, we’ll never get to the club at this pace.” He clapped me on the shoulder.
I picked up speed and thought about what Baz had said. Was that it? Did Andie just see me as too good? A mummy’s boy? If that was it, I would have to show her I could be a bad boy, too.
I was brought out of my thoughts by the others in our group yelling at me to hurry up and give my name to the bouncer. I did, and he looked at his screen, nodded to the bouncer on the other side of the door who lifted the rope for us and let us pass.
“This is awesome,” one of the boys said, clapping me on the back and looking around.
I had to admit, it was nice to walk up and get in straight away. We normally avoided this place because the queue was always too long, and we didn’t know how to get VIP seats. Now I knew. I’d never thought to ask Andie before.
The nightclub had two sections. The lower floor held the long bar, DJ stand with a stage next to it and the dancefloor, which had booths around the edges of the room, and a few tables with chairs here and there.
The music was pumping and there were lots of bodies writhing on the dancefloor. This looked like the place to be.
There was a gold star above the stairs that looked to lead up to the VIP section.
I tapped Baz on the shoulder and pointed.
He nodded and let the others know where we were headed.
There was a large, bald headed man and petite blonde at the bottom of the stairs, both wearing all black.
I give the hostess my name and she made a quick call from a mobile she pulled out of her front pocket.
After a few moments, Andie appeared at the top of the stairs like a vision in silver sparkles. She was stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she made her way down. My pulse spiked and my lips felt dry. I fought the urge to fidget with my clothing and shoved my hands into my jeans pockets.
“Just be yourself, your very bad boy self. You got this!” Baz said in my ear as he followed my line of sight.