Getting Freaky On A Friday Night Novels & Stories

The thought was so rotten that it cost me being anxious all throughout until today. Today’s the first Friday that I’m not hanging out with Rachel. It felt a bit weird that I’m no longer expecting something fun tonight. I’m used to the fact that I’m going to have fun on a Friday night and now it just felt bizarre. I’m going to miss that karaoke night but I’m more than worried about Ambrose. I ended up thinking about going to Ambrose’s house just to check on him. The desperation inside of me have already grown so much that I’m willing to go see him if that’s what it takes. Ambrose was really adamant about ignoring much like Rachel.

I am. Thinking about that made me smirk. Those lost puppies. They kissed the ground I walk on. Then my mind suddenly drifted to Simone. I frowned. Why would I think of her. Shaking my head and put a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Casual and comfortable. After putting my clothes on, I ate breakfast and watch a movie on netflix. 'Simone pov' Friday night Today is friday night party and I had to go because of Amy. I never went to party before. So this is my first time drinking alcohol. Maybe I will drink, maybe I won't

I grinned, “well then hopefully in a year or two you’ll finally be as normal as the rest of us.” She rolled her eyes at this, pushing me playfully to which I giggled. I turned back around, finally acknowledging the rest of the student population walking the halls like we were. The funny thing about Friday is that everybody looks so vibrant. Especially Ally. Ditching her Monday is hell look, she rocked some Friday is fun braids with dubs of pink. I never thought pink was her color but boy was I wrong. "I can feel your eyes on me,” she hummed as we walked on.

RYDER'S POV The Friday night air hangs heavy and humid over the sprawling estate, thick with the scent of chlorine, expensive cologne, and the sharp, yeasty tang of spilled beer. Inside the mansion’s massive glass-walled sunroom, the atmosphere is a suffocating heat of bodies and sound. The bass from the speakers thumps against the glass panels, a rhythmic vibration that matches the pulse of the crowd. Half-naked bodies writhe in the flickering LED lights, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. Near the infinity pool, a couple is going at it hard on a daybed, the woman’s head thrown back in a silent scream as the man pounds into her, oblivious to the partygoers splashing in the water nearby. The

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Frank had said, “This is unlike her. She is into this lifestyle only on Fridays, which often took her to the club.” Ken shook his head in confirmation, “Exactly the reason I am worried,” Ken had said as he stroked his ponytail confusedly and took a glass of rum and gulped, “I am still nervous. This is the first time she has been keeping late night, and I am undoubtedly convinced she is in trouble.”

Stella said, pulling Susan up for a dance. “Yeah…yeah…I woke up in Chris Brown's body ... .somehow this shit turned into freaky Friday!!!” Stella kept screaming.

Her lips split into a wide, toothy grin as she declared, “Not me, darling. WE are going somewhere.” Groaning loudly, I rolled my eyes, “Please, Thea, I’m not in the mood today.” Throwing her arms in the air, she screeched, “But it’s a Friday night.” I deadpanned, glaring at her, “So?” A wicked smirk curled on her lips, “So it’s a sin to stay cooped up on a Friday night,” she winked mischievously, “especially when you are young, hot, and very very single.”

I mentally groaned. "Scholar, are you sleeping?" He asked and I rubbed my eyes wearily. "I was." "On a Friday night?" "And why shouldn't I?" I was puzzled. "Friday night is for flexing na. Don't you get?" "I do understand. Friday night is for enjoyment and that is what I'm doing now. I'm sleeping earlier than I do on a normal day." I replied to him. "That one is not enjoyment. That one is a normal daily experience. See, there's this party going on in a frat house. You should come."

I couldn’t blame him; he probably invested a lot in this place and if I were in his position too, I would be extra careful. “I see we are sticking to the surprise element again,” I say before plopping down on the available seat and Russo pours me scotch too. I didn’t even complain because I would need it for strength tonight. Fridays are usually my least favorite days because I am always everywhere at the same time. “You don’t look too happy to see me, butterfly,” he replied with a smirka, and I shurgeed before downing the content of the cup in one fluid movement.