CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THREE NOT MY STYLE

JADE’S POV The night had been going smoothly; we were all bonding, telling jokes and life stories, and talking about exes and people we didn't like. It was fun as it was until my best friend decided to switch things up a bit. Our shrieks of laughter vibrated throughout the diner to the point where I thought we would get kicked out. Still, I wouldn't even mind it if we did at this point because I was happy until she opened her mouth and suggested that we spend the rest in a club around the corner since the night was still young. I never understood her fascination with them, and my dislike for anything party-related increased. In the same way, my headache did. I couldn't do much since the idea took everyone else, and even if I tried to refuse or decided to go home, that was never an option when we were hanging with our girls, so I was strung along like a sock puppet. We paid our bill and headed to the so-called club with the queen of parties in the lead, and not to my surprise, it