The Trap

Scarlett's pov

Fuc* life!

I curse. Picking up another glass to gulp it neat. Looking around at the crowd going crazy to some beat shit the dj was playing.

Leonardo's words repeating in my mind. Making tears to sting my eyes.

Why! Why couldn't it be someone else! Why him?

I am sure he must be thinking I am a shameless whore. Who sleeps around with men casually. Fuc*ing around. Stripped of her dignity. But to be honest.

I didn't care anymore.

Respect. Shame. Me still being a virgin won't matter shit when few years later I will be buried dead. Life is too short and I have had enough of always being the good girl.

It was time to have some fun. It was time to not give a damn about what the world and what he will say .

If he can't give it to me. Fine. I will find someone who can.

Getting up from my seat I pick up a bottle from the bar and move up to the stage. Smiling to myself. Feeling the music. Oblivious to everything. Swaying my body I hear cheers resonating behind, but I didn't cared.