"Erin, you are getting wasted!" I look at Enrique who is busy grabbing a glass of Martini from Erin's hand. I just shake my head as I drank from the bottled beer before roaming my eyes outside where it is already a crowded place.

Everything here is just our kind of normal. The smell of different smoke and flavored vapes often cascaded in our nostrils and the taste of different drinks is just like a water. I felt my phone vibrated but I didn't give it a damn since I am certain who is calling me at this late hour.

It's probably my Mom again. You see, my Mom and I aren't in good terms. She cheated on my Dad back when I was twleve— that causes my Dad taking his own life two years ago. And now, I am staying with my Mom and her new found so-called husband and that jerk often checks me out when my mother isn't around. The audacity of that man.

I look back at my friends when Erin began throwing up on the carpeted floor of this VIP room. I made a face as the stinky smell envelopes us, causing me to stand up and leave the problem to Enrique himself.

Erin has a high tolerance in alcohol and I do not know why the fuck is she drunk at this hour?!

I groan and sat in front of the bar counter, ordering a shot of sex-on-the-beach while still thinking about my Mom and her man. That asshole is really making his way to my Mom's share on my grand pa's company in Cebu. The only good thing that happened to me in this new whole shit of a life is that, I still have my grand parents who can support me in college. I mean, I do not want that man to shoulder all of my tuitions and expenses. And then what? He'll throw soon at my face that he payed all my whims and bullshits? Oh no no. It's the thing I keep on avoiding. And it's never gonna happen. I still have so many plans after college and studying medicine is one of them.

When I am about to drink straight my order, a hand suddenly pull the glass away from me, drinking it straight before making a face.

"The fuck, that was hard!" Michaella shouted while her eyes are half-closed. I roll my eyes and order another shot, completely ignoring her.

"Sleep over at my crib next week. You guys wanna come?" She offered when her throat finally adjusted from the drink.

"Sure. Gonna tell Erin first about this. Call you once we made a decision." I plainly replied.

She then winks at me after I said that. I inhale, thinking that it will going to be another night full of flirts. I know this. She'll tell us it's all girls but trust me when I say: Michaella is one hella big flirt. One night, when we attend her party for the first time, I thought we are all girls so we actually undress to be more comfortable but everyone doesn't know that there will be going to have men amidst the party.

Anyway, it's not as if it is new to us. I mean, party is our theme and getting wasted is our subject.

My phone suddenly rang which causes me to grab it from my leather pants. It's a notification from our department and it stated that we will going to have another orientation three days from now.

I am studying Nursing for two years already and I chose it to be my pre-med before studying medicine. I have a certain university already inside my mind but it's kinda blur as of now since I am not certain if I will pass this semester. I mean, nursing isn't a joke, okay? Neither medicine.

I pouted secretly. I do love serving people and helping those empty-handed. Someone pushes me to be a doctor and it's maybe an enough reason for me to continue this fight. My father always told me that I should be the one helping others not vice versa. And he always reminds me that I should be a doctor and have that acknowledgement at the end of my name. My Dad was a psychologist but he never made it to medicine proper since he's been busy raising me up, without even the help of my Mom. And now, she's telling me what to do, ordering we what should I do and not. Oh no no, the audacity.

I move around the club to find some acquintance. Being with Erin and Enrique are kinda frustrating. Like, I should deal with their bitchiness everytime but tonight is not a good time. I am kind of extra for feeling heavy emotions this time.

Just when I am about to turn left for a bathroom break, a strong arms hold the shit out me, making me scream a little for getting shock because of the impact after we bumped to each other.

"Shit," the man whispered, releasing me from his hold and having a hard time checking out for his shoes.

What the fudge?! Sure, I am mentally screaming right now for staring at this man, just an inches apart. He's face is void of frustration but he's some sort of stopping himself for ranting about the bump.

"Brian." I called him to catch his attention. He then look at me and recognition envelopes on his face, showing me his usual timid smile. "Why are you here?" I asked, secretly biting my lower lip. Oh gosh! He's been my long time crush and Erin wouldn't even care to introduce me to her brother. I mean, that woman sucks at choosing a sister-in-law! She should have me for Brian!

"Uh, Enrique called me twenty minutes ago. He told me that Margarete is wasted right now. That woman." He murmured, licking his lower lip while looking all around the crowded place.

I secretly smile when I saw a hint of discomfort on his face. Brian Andrei Rowe couldn't muster to be in a place like this. He's more of a studious type of person and engaging in a bar with packed up shit of people is the least of the things he wants to do. That's what I love about him. He's too good for a party girl like me! A total combination of complete opposite human being!

"Right. Erin was so fuck up that she even threw up." I said, turning around, motioning him to follow me. I notice that he nodded his head twice before sliding both of his hands on his cargo shorts.

We arrive at the private room that we rented inside the club and saw Enrique, now sitting on the lap of a certain man who I bet, he found outside. He look at us, before he finally stand on the ground, clearing his throat and points Erin who is now sleeping soundly on the couch.

"Tsk." Brian then grab her by her wrist and pull Erin up, not even thinking that she may wake up.

"Hey, that was so harsh!" I exclaimed, suppressing a laugh. If this woman is wide awake right now, maybe she already kick her brother for doing this to her. She's a kind of woman who doesn't want to be step on, and now, she was fucking pulled harshly without her idea.

Enrique groan from my left while crossing both of his arms over his chest and eye me thoroughly. "You, winch! You are the nurse here, yet, you left me with this woman earlier!"

"Excuse me, I am still a student." I raised, killing a smile.

"And you are suppose to care about us!" He rolled his eyes. "I am not a nursing student but I know that you guys were taught how to take care of a certain patient."

I sarcastically laugh. "Yeah and Erin is a patient." I fired him back to his sleeves.

Enrique push me on my shoulder when Brian look at the two of us, furrowing his brows for maybe talking about nursing and shits inside a club. Well? What can I do? Enrique started to fire me bullshits. That was a fallacy, you know?

"Where are her things?" Brian asked Enrique.

I pouted. Hello? I am just right on his left. Why can't he ask me instead? I look around and saw Erin's Prada bag. I smile and grab it, handling it back to Brian. "Here!" I exclaimed with a big smile plastered on my face.

He smile which made my heart sank a little as he grab it using his left arm and carrying Erin bridal style.

"Thanks." He murmured.

After that oh-so-freaky seconds of my life, I squeal right after Brian and Erin left the area. Enrique looks at me with his goofy smile and the man he is flirting seems shock and bewildered on what I am doing in front of them. I ran towards my gay friend and hug him, planting kisses on his cheeks.

"Enrique! Oh, my fucking gosh! Brian just smiled at me! Fuck, he even hold my arms earlier!" I exclaimed, shaking my friend's arm to and fro. "You saw that? Huh? Brian just fucking smiled at me! I even felt his hand brushed on my finger as he grab the bag! Ahhh!" I squealed even louder.

Enrique made face and find his way to let go from me.  He even touch his hair and arrange it with a hint of frustration before looking back at his man. "I am sorry about this woman," He looks back at me with a hiss. "love struck and shits." He said, nodding his head thrice before walking back at the couch.

I sigh dreamily before sitting on the couch also. Seeing Brian Rowe removes all the worries and my frustrations from earlier with Mom. Indeed, Brian Andrei Rowe will always be the man I need to have. And why not? I like him after all.