Young Writers Society

*Introduce your characters to interact in the story.*

"Hey," I smiled looking at you with a dignified interest.

I looked at you through vibrant green eyes and beneath thick black lashes.

"Hey how you doing?" I replied looking at your glossed over lips and perfect shaped body.
You looked hot in that white skirt, your porcelain skin glowing in the club strobe lighting.

You raise an eyebrow and my heart skips a beat.
Did you spot my wandering eye?

I give you the once over before deciding that you seem pretty decent.
I'm impressed.
The John frieda hair, cropped and silky soft. Your blue eyes gleam beneath a fringe of blonde hair.
Even your Armani shirt and cartier watch make you seem more impressive and even though you're wearing a lot of "bling" you still seem laid back, relaxed and down to earth.
I warn myself to play carefully with you.
You might be a player.

You touch my arm and a chill crosses my body.
You're hot and you know it.
I feel like we are the only people standing in this club.
But hang on... I have competition!

A boy strolls over, his eyes are deep blue, his hair silky and jet black... hair that any girls fingers would want to rake themselves through.
He slipped into a space beside me.
"Is he troubling you lady?"
He asks casually, touching my shoulder gently,
I am lost for words.
"I.... umm..."

I take the hint that he likes her... My heart sinks.
He has better hair than me.
I look down at his ripped beaten up jeans and his open white shirt. No competition in the fashionability stakes. I allow myself to smile.
He asks her if I am troubling her... my smile vanishes.
What will she say?

"No, I'm.. we're... just talking."
I reply, looking at the handsome blonde guy standing in front of me.
I squirm with embarrassment, I only came out to get wasted to get over my recent relationship failure!
The new arrival offers me a drink and guides me to the bar... It doesn't feel right going with him but I don't want to cause any strife.
"So..." I begin, trying to strike up a conversation with this virtual stranger.
"Whats your name? Age? Where do you live?"

The guy has just guided her away from me and I nearly decide to give up on her and walk away... drown my sorrows at the bar. But as I near the bar I over hear her trying to make conversation. She asks him about himself. I hear his reply.
"Why so many questions?" He asks silencing her with his finger.
I look at her body language. She doesn't look comfortable.
I decided to hang around. I order a Martini (on the rocks!)

As he removes his finger from my lips I glance around nervously for people I know. I don't want to be alone with this person, he seems keen to keep his identity secret. I look down the bar and spot the blonde boy I was talking to previously. I try to catch his eye.
Bingo.
He catches my eye and mouths "are you ok" across the room. Before I can reply the guy standing beside me jumps back to my attention after pushing a glass of vodka into my hands.
I accept it politely but place it back on the marble top without raising it to my mouth.
In contrast he raises his to his mouth straight away and drains it in one.
I look for the other guy again but he's vanished.

I move slowly towards them so that I can keep an eye on her. I hardly know anything about her.. I didn't even have time to ask her name.. but she seems worth it.. and she might be in trouble. This guy seems dodgy.
I watch intently but get distracted. A young girl walks over and offers me a drink. I try to shake her off but she won't leave me alone... I reject her advances and get up and walk back onto the dancefloor.
I can no longer see the girl I was watching for.

I decided that when this guys hand is on my hip that enough is enough. I don't have to continue being polite. I should just tell the creep to leave off and go away.
Before I can open my mouth he beats me to it.
"Whats your name then sweetie? How old are you and where do you live?"
I think fast and lie graciously.
"My name is.... Mel." I stammer.
"I'm 21 and I live down the road."
I looked for his reaction.
He looked at me with interest and winked at me.
"We can go back to yours?"

I battle my way off of the dance floor and make sure that the underage girl that was pestering me had gone. She had. Coast was clear. I walked up to the bar and rested my arms on the top watching the girl and guy and waiting for any excuse to intervene. She looks more and more flustered as he whispers in her ear. I can hear her saying "No, its not a good idea." Over and over again.
He's drunk as a skunk and is holding onto her for support.
I continue to watch like a hawk.

His advances are too obvious now and I didn't realise it would get to this.
I brush him off and take a step back.
"I have to go." I say confidently.
He shakes his head and says:
"No little girl, you're to come with me."
I look horrified and desperately look around for familiar faces. Anyone, anything to distract him.
But there's nothing.
He grabs my arms and tries to steer me through the crowd towards the exit, I raise my voice in an attempt for someone to help me, I try to struggle but he is too strong.
I find myself outside in the cool air, the wind raising my skirt slightly.
I look at this guy and wonder what he will do to me.
He leans in, his alcoholic breath on my face, his lips coming down to touch mine, I shut my eyes and.....

I burst through the club door and throw him to the floor and away from her.
He falls to the ground like a doll. He staggers back up and removes a gun from the waist band of his jeans. He lunges at me brandishing it like a sword.
I have to laugh whilst I knock it out of his hand and send him flying back to the floor. He yells indecent words at me and I turn my back on him to comfort the poor girl cowering by the wall.
"Are you okay?" I ask slowly, removing a strand of her dark brown hair from her face. Her eyes are glazed with silver tears in the moonlight.

"I'm fine." I reply shakily.
"Thanks for this by the way." She added pointing at the guy lying on the floor in a drunken state of unconciousnes.
You look at where I am pointing and smile faintly.