Page 17 of Journey to Love

As Lana and I take in the bustling scene, a surge of excitement courses through me, fueling my desire to lose myself in the rhythm of the night. With a shared grin, we dive into the throng of revelers, ready to make memories that will last a lifetime in this pulsating oasis of fun and freedom!

“O.M.G. this place is incredible!" Lana's exclamation mirrors my own excitement, her smile infectious as we weave through the pulsating crowd toward the bar. Matching her energy, I grin from ear to ear, the thrill of the night coursing through my veins.

As we place our orders, the booming voice of the MC cuts through the music, drawing our attention to the center of the dance floor. "Hey hey, party people! Welcome to single’s night! Are you ready to have some fun?" The crowd erupts in cheers and screams, their enthusiasm echoing off the walls. I can't help but smile, feeling the infectious energy radiating from the MC.

"We have an awesome game for all you singles! Let’s call it… an icebreaker!" The MC's announcement piques my curiosity, and I exchange a glance with Lana, excitement dancing in her eyes. "First, I need some volunteers! I need 6 girls and 5 guys." The MC's request hangs in the air, met with a momentary hush from the crowd.

"Don’t be shy on me now!" the MC encourages, and Lana and I share a knowing shrug before impulsively stepping forward. "Why the hell not! It's not like we'll see any of them again anyway," I blurt out, my words fueled by a mixture of nerves and adrenaline. Lana nods in agreement as we join the other volunteers at the center of the dance floor.

The MC's grin widens, his mischievous demeanor adding to the excitement. "You've all heard of musical chairs, right?" he asks, eliciting a chorus of affirmative shouts from the crowd. "Well, this is musical chairs with a twist!" he announces, his devilish smirk igniting a sense of anticipation within me.

Lana and I exchanged a glance, our curiosity piqued as we listened to the MC explain the rules. "The rules are the same, except the men are the chairs, and all these beautiful ladies have to sit on a lap once the music ends. Then whoever is left without a lap picks one of these fine men to get to know each other." The MC's laughter fills the room, and my eyes widen in surprise as I survey the group of men before us.

Don't chicken out, Anya, you got this!I silently reassure myself, summoning the courage to embrace the unexpected twist. After all, tonight is about letting loose and having fun.Right? Yes it is, I can do this!

Jacob

Sitting on my bed, I'm engrossed in the pages of a dystopian novel, escaping into a world far removed from the hushed tones of my mom and stepdad's conversation. Their sporadic glances in my direction pique my curiosity, but I try to focus on the fictional realm in my hands.

Suddenly, a movement catches my eye, and I watch as my mom approaches me with a suggestion that instantly sets off alarm bells. "Jacob, honey, why don’t you go down to the singles event in the nightclub tonight?" Her overly sweet tone sends a wave of suspicion washing over me.

"I'm not looking to find a girlfriend, mom," I reply, my voice tinged with skepticism as I attempt to deflect her suggestion and return to my book.

Her response only deepens my suspicion. "I’m not saying you go there looking for a girlfriend, but maybe you can meet new friends," she says, her tone strained with forced cheerfulness.

"Why do you want me to go?" I press, my suspicion growing with each passing moment. The tension in the air is palpable, and I sense that there's more to her suggestion than meets the eye.

With a frustrated sigh, my mom exchanges a telling glance with my stepdad, and suddenly, it all clicks into place. I recoil in disgust at the realization, my mind struggling to erase the unwelcome image that now haunts my thoughts.

Without another word, I hastily make my escape, the need to distance myself from the uncomfortable situation is overwhelming. As I make my way to the nightclub, I try to erase the disturbing thoughts from my mind.I so did not need that image in my brain. I shudder and enter the nightclub.

Glancing around the relatively empty nightclub, I realize I might have arrived a bit early for the event. With a shrug, I take a moment to assess my outfit, relieved that I hadn't changed into my comfortable bedclothes just yet. My baby blue polo shirt and dark blue jeans suddenly seem like a decent choice, especially considering the casual vibe of the crowd.

Scanning the room once more, I notice that most people are dressed similarly—nothing too fancy or extravagant. It appears that my outfit fits right in with the laid-back atmosphere of the nightclub.

Walking further into the club, I notice a group of guys who appear to be around my age. One of them catches my eye—a brown-haired guy with glasses, slightly shorter than me, and his friend, a taller, leaner guy with darker skin.

The brown-haired guy nods in my direction, a knowing look in his eyes. "You got thrown out too," he remarks, a hint of amusement in his voice. I can't help but chuckle at his observation. "Is it that obvious?" I reply with a polite smile.

He returns my smile, introducing himself as Ben, and gesturing to his friend. "And this is JC," he adds. I nod in acknowledgment, feeling a sense of camaraderie in this unexpected encounter. "I'm Jacob," I offer in return, extending a hand in greeting to each of them.

As we continue to people-watch, my attention occasionally drifting back to the lively scene unfolding around us, something catches the corner of my eye—a glint of something shiny near the entrance. Instinctively, I turn my head, and my pulse quickens with a surge of excitement.

At the entrance, bathed in the neon lights and pulsating energy of the club, stands a figure that immediately captures my attention. A rush of anticipation courses through me as I catch a glimpse of her—radiant and alluring, like a beacon amidst the crowd.Holy shit

My eyes glide over her body, taking in every detail—the tan, slender legs leading up to thighs that have just the right amount of thickness. Her silver dress hugs her curves in all the right places and her smile... it's like a spell, capable of enchanting any man within its reach. I'm in awe, completely captivated by her presence.

My body urges me to make a move, to stride over and introduce myself, but my mind throws up barriers, holding me back. "Whatcha staring at?" Ben's voice breaks through my trance, pulling me back to reality. I blink, trying to shake off my inner mind.

"Huh?" I mumble, attempting to play it cool despite my racing thoughts. Ben laughs, clearly amused by my distraction. "Who were you looking at?" he asks again, his curiosity piqued.

Before I can respond, the MC's voice booms through the room, cutting off any chance of a reply. The sudden interruption is a welcome distraction, giving me a moment to collect myself and regain my composure. As the MC goes over the night’s event, I can't help but wonder if I'll have another chance encounter with the mysterious woman who had momentarily captured my attention.

As the MC ramps up the excitement with his lively explanation of the icebreaker game, a surge of energy pulses through me. The idea of jumping into the action feels invigorating, and I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement stirring within.

When he calls for volunteers, a spontaneous impulse overtakes me. As if sensing the same wave of excitement, JC gives us a subtle nudge forward, prompting us to take the plunge together. In unison, we echo the sentiment, "We only live once,". Feeling a rush of adrenaline, I add with a grin, "Yeah, and we probably won't see these people again anyway." We both laugh in unison and head toward the dance floor. As the MC explained the rules of the twisted musical chairs game, I began glancing around at the other volunteers, to see who showed up to participate.

Then, like a sudden burst of shock, I spot her—the mystery woman from the entrance—standing among the other participants. My heart races with a mix of excitement and anticipation.This game just got a whole lot more interesting.

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