ELISE

"Bitch, Are you seriously going to sulk forever over a stupid, bottom-feeding boy like Ryan? Because if so, I’m going to need a refund on this friendship," I snapped, yanking Marie’s hand toward the red and blue neon drenched entrance of The 21st Club. It was easily one of the bubbliest clubs in the whole of Manhattan.

Marie stumbled behind me, her heels clicking against the pavement. "Elise, I don’t know. This place looks quite... crowded. Maybe we should just grab a pizza or watch a rom-com?"

I stopped dead on my track, my heels literally screeching to an abrupt stop. Then I turned to face her, grabbed her...