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goes to the back of my head, as I look around the inside for the first time.
    It is like something you would see out of a magazine. Amazing! I gape in awe. There are white couches sitting against the walls framing the entire club. Do they really want a bunch of drunken people around those? There’s a second story with more plush couches in cabana-like covers. It is so loud that I barely hear the guy ask me for my coat. A coat guy, too?
    “Where are we?” I yell.
    She turns, smiling. “My daddy’s club!”
    My mouth drops open as I scan the room one more time. Holy cow, she can’t be serious! I knew she had money by the way she dressed and her sports car, but this? This place is insane. The name totally makes sense now.
    She turns and motions for me to follow her deeper into the club. The lights are everywhere, flashing to the beat of the music of some upbeat pop song. Not exactly my forte but, by the looks of the dance floor that is centered in the massive room, it’s popular amongst others my age.
    It is just one night of normal! I got this!
    As always, I thought too soon. I feel a hand touching my backside. I turn to see a preppy guy that looks like he has had way too many drinks. He is dressed like a million bucks, and he isn’t much older than me. Mr. Preppy is good-looking and he knows it, which is never a good sign. I stand frozen as he all but undresses me with those ice blue eyes. The flashy lights are reflecting on his dirty blonde hair.
    “Hi, I’m Collin. What could they possibly call something as sexy as you?” he says, as he leans in way to close. He’s drenched in expensive cologne, and it making me gag.
    I close my eyes, as the smell of the alcohol on his breath instantly takes me back to that night. No, not again, please! The smell of the exhaust is flooding my brain, as I stand frozen. I try to push all the bad memories away. I’m here to have fun. I try to do what the therapists always say in movies: go to a happy place in your mind where he can’t touch you … but it’s not working. I’m freaking out on the inside, while I stand here and look like an idiot.
    As quickly as the stench of his breath came, it was gone. I open my eyes to see where Mr. Preppy guy went; he probably just left, thinking I was a freak or something. That is when I look up and see that the guy from earlier, the one that kept me from almost falling on the sidewalk, has his forearm holding Mr. Preppy by the neck up against the wall.
    When I finally realize what is going on, I hear tattoo guy say, “I don’t think she was feeling you, man!”
    Mr. Preppy smirks and mouths back. “Just what would you know about getting a girl, you thug?”
    Just then, the security guys show up and start to haul both guys out, but Lauren stopped one of them. She whispers something to the security guy, and he lets tattoo guy go. They drag out Mr. Preppy. I turn to look at her and she’s smiling at something. I look to my right and see tattoo guy, who’s cautiously looking at me like I might explode at any second.
    I break this triangle we have going on. Embarrassed, I say, “Thank-you, again.”
    “Anytime, Miss …” My eyes lock with those killer hazels for the second time tonight.
    Oh, crap! He wants your name, dummy! You’re just standing there like an idiot again! “Kara … Karaline … but people call me Kara.” Real smooth, Kara … not! He smiles. I thought he had killer eyes; they are nothing compared to that killer smile.
    I try to look at anything but the gorgeous man who had saved me twice tonight. I see Lauren standing ten feet away at the bar, sipping a drink and enjoying the show. I look back up at him. He’s still staring at me, smiling. I try to talk normal, but my voice isn’t cooperating. “Thank-you again … Mr …”
    “Drew … Andrew, but people call me Drew,” he says, mocking me with a smile.
    I smile back at him while I pull myself together. “Well, Drew, thank-you again. I’m going to leave so