Playing: 🎶Bad habits by Ed Sheeran🎶
                          -Let's Party Hard-

Helena POV

Sitting on my soft mattress covered in a black bedspread and red duvet, I lean on the wooden headboard, my black knotless braids packed atop my head in an onion contrasting with the white painted wall.

One bare foot dangles in the air while the other is flat on the bed as I'm clad in red g-string panties, and a matching red bralette. Yeah, it comes off as weird that I'm dressed this way and alone in my room, with no plans of seducing a significant partner.

A black robe is sagging across my shoulders as my focus is channeled on the device in my hand. I click on Xander's Instagram page and begin my dose of stalking for the day.

This is what I've resulted to ever since Xander went MIA and I had no inkling of his whereabouts, even Mr.Cain was unaware of the guy's movements. The silence got to me and I started to feel guilty.

Allison and Khalid are right, I'm the one who began ignoring him in the first place so I shouldn't be complaining, rather here I am feeling his absence as if we ever became close.

It's all my fault anyway, I mean the guy is a freaking celebrity for crying out loud, girls flock around him day in day out so I should be glad he showed the slightest bit of interest in me despite my rude attitude towards him in the first place.

Instead, I'm the opposite, and this resulted in pushing him away, this goes to prove I'm crazy in more ways than none. His Instagram and social media page say he'll be returning today from a live performance he had in Tennessee.

I should not be bothered but I find myself having a tiny bit of jealousy at the number of comments he's getting from his female fans and him being the ever polite man he is replies nicely to all of them, leaving only a few recent ones.

His performance was a lit one I must confess. I could feel the energy from the TV as he dished out that beautiful song on stage. I should have been there, rather me the chicken I am decided to watch it from the comfort of the apartment.

The door of my room flips open and in strides Allison in jean bum shorts and a pink sports bra, her figure accentuated by the tight clothes.
She marches to me on the brown fur carpet, a scowl on her face as she spots me in my position, phone in hand.

"Don't tell me you are stalking his Instagram page again," She groans reaching my bed.

"I am not," I defend and pout as she swipes the device directly from my hold.

"What is this then?" She dangles it in my face, left hand on hip and eyebrow pinched.

"I'm just checking for news," I argue, bouncing on the bed as I try to snatch the phone back. I don't succeed and rather fold my arms across my chest, frowning as I continue. "I'm a dedicated female fan drooling at his pictures."

"A dedicated female fan doesn't go looking through the comments and checking his replies," she states matter of factly, shock on her face as she scrolls through the unlocked screen. "Only a psychopath does that."

"I'm not a psycho," I scoff.

"You are BabyGirl," she seats down opposite me and sighs. "You need to stop this. You two haven't even gotten past the talking stage and you are this way."

"Look, I'm just guilty okay?" I say sitting up.

"Okay, and I'm sorry for sounding bad," she rubs my palm. "Also I know what you need right now."

"Pizza?" I ask in a smile.

"Nope," she winks. "A party."

"I'm not going," I voice in defiance.

"You are my darling," she grins, standing up. "You need to get your mind out of the gutter."

"It's yours that's in the gutter," I roll my eyes.

"That's not true," she shakes her head. "I'm just a concerned friend who doesn't like how her bestie has been moping these past days with nothing to do except eat, talk to her family, and sleep."

"I'm very comfortable with how my life is going thank you," I assert. "Besides I need this rest before the club/bar reopens fully."

"No dear, you need to party," she wiggles her brows. "You should know the saying, an idle mind is the devil's workshop."

"And partying in half-naked attire is not orchestrated by the devil?" I argue.

"You need to enjoy your youth Helena, you are not 50 for God's sake," she snorts, catching hold of my wrists and pulling me up. "Also I want that friend who made me drunk off my ass during my bad days. The one who was my wing woman during those crazy nights after my breakup. I miss that side of you."

"Fine," I groan in defeat, the idea of a party sounding not so bad in my head as she is right, I need it.

"Plus, you promised me last time that--" she stops, as realization sets in. "Wait, you are going?"

"Yeah," I shrug. "I am."

"Yayyyyy!!!" She squeals like a kid who is offered candy, her eyes lighting up. "I know just the place to take you."

"You always do," I nod and she winks.

"Let me go get dressed." She scurries to the door and pauses, "we should be ready in an hour, wear something sexy."

With that, she departs and so I look up at the wall clock thus my phone is sprawled on the bed and I have no energy to stretch towards it. My feet carry me to the window as I note from the gold-rimmed clock that it's a few minutes past 7 pm.

I push the glass open fully to let in the nice evening breeze and turn on the bright fluorescent light to allow me to find the perfect attire without straining my eyes. Once its light illuminates the room after I flip the switch, I  saunter to my closet.

Spreading the wooden doors wide, my gaze falls on my variety of dresses, crochet tops, off-shoulder blouses, shorts, mini skirts, and ripped jeans as I proceed to select what to wear.

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"Damn girl you look dressed to kill!" Allison exclaims once I stride into the living room in white Louis Vuitton heels that make my curvy legs appear longer as it's coupled with the black thigh-length leather skirt that has a slit up to my hip bone.

"Tonight, we party hard!" I return in the same volume, giving a twirl as she orders me to with her index finger. My mirror told me I appear sexy especially as I decided to go with the red bralette from earlier.

"That's what I'm talking about baby," she grins, choosing a pose. "How do I look?"

"To be honest? You smoking girl!" I cheer, observing her attire of a thin strapped blue chiffon dress which brings out the color of her hair that's styled in an updo like my braids with a few strands falling aside her face. Her legs are clad in black stilettoes. "Let's go fuck shit up."

"I knew this side of you was very much alive," she murmurs, hooking her elbow with mine as together we waddle out of our apartment. She locks up behind us before descending the stairs to her car.

She unlocks it and we slide in, her starting the engine and putting the car into motion. I adjust the black mini Teflar bag that's slung across my shoulder and turn on the radio. As if to mock me the song 'End Of Time' plays and immediately, I turn it off.

Allison offers me a swift glance with a light chuckle as I grimace, my mood shifting. Luckily it doesn't last long as we arrive at the venue of one of the newest clubs in the area, the vibrations from the building reverberating through me as I climb down once she parks the car.

My heels touch the concrete and I fiddle with my skirt that has ridden up a tad from sitting. Allison crosses the front of the car and meets with me. We exchange grins, feeling the excitement of the moment as we weave through other cars and a few people hanging outside the one-storied white-painted building.

The bodyguard isn't strict as he doesn't request any ID whatsoever, letting us through immediately. "No wonder there wasn't a line."

"Yeah, that's true!" Allison screams atop the sound of the tempo as we are enveloped by the music, flashing lights, and sweaty bodies. She clasps our fingers together and drags me towards the left corner. "Let's get some drinks in our system."

I nod, though it's of no use as her back is to me, and the fact I'm already being pulled to that direction, so even if my answer is no it'll make no difference.

"Two shots of tequila please!" She calls loudly at the bartender, causing the gazes of a few men seated on the stools to swerve to us. "We need it ASAP."

I simply smile at our audience politely and yank the shot placed in front of me and down it in one go, crunching my face at the taste as I suck on the slice of lemon. I make a sign for more as I drop the glass back on the counter and see Allison give me a gaze of approval.

We are served that and I drink it in the same manner, a smile shaping my lips as I sense the drink beginning to buzz in my system.
"Let's dance," I beam at my bestfriend and clench her hand in a bid to haul her away from the bar only to get halted by a voice.

"Excuse me can I borrow your friend?" A man inquires in a strong voice. I whirl around to see a handsome-looking dude in a long-sleeved blue shirt that hugs his muscles and black slacks. His jaw-defined, high cheekbones and brown eyes compliment his looks together with a straight nose thick brows, and brown curly hair.

I notice him giving me a look of permission as his hand holds Allison's other hand loosely. I peer at my friend and discern her offer me a pleading glance. "You can have her." I smile, letting go and Allison mouths a Thank you.

I abandon both of them and get myself lost in the crowd, I find a small gap and decide to let the music envelop me. The song I'm A Mess by Omah Lay comes on.

My right hand goes in the air as I squat a little, my ass up, and my left hand on my bent knee as I slowly whine to the beginning of the song. Once the chorus begins, I join the rest of the crowd to bounce on my feet, my hair flipping left and right as it gets loosened from its knot.

I enjoy the feeling of sweat trickling down my body as I dance to the beat, adrenaline pulsing through my veins while I bask in the excitement. Love don't cost a dime remix by Magixx ft Ayra Starr starts playing and so I begin a slow gyrating of my hips. My eyes shut as I revel at the moment.

A hand grips my waist from behind, a hard chest rubbing at the back of my head as a strong male cologne wraps around me. I feel the power in his hold, the masculinity emitting from him enough to make my head reel in ecstasy as electricity rushes in between my legs at his strong touch.

I smirk and gradually bend lower, pressing my ass directly on his groin as his right-hand shifts to the small of my back causing me to curve my body more as I commence to grind on his front.

His left fingers glide to my hip and clutches tightly, the friction between our bodies, boosting my confidence to continue this sinful act.

Now we have a glimpse of Helena's bad girl side. Do you love it?
Anyway, I told y'all from the start that Helena is a Rebel who loves and honors God.

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