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( Cassandra’s POV)

The music was loud, and girls were swaying their hips to the beat. The atmosphere of the clubhouse was a mixture of happiness, freedom, excitement, and tension...sexual tension. Everyone seemed to be having a good time except for me. I wanted to drown myself in my sorrows. I could see my best friend watching me with pity.

"I hate him, Pam. I hate him," I cried as I gulped down the last of my drink.

"Babe, let it go already. Let's enjoy this night," she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but I was inconsolable.

She wanted to enjoy the party, but having me around was ruining everything for her. She must have felt it was a mistake bringing me here in the first place. I knew she had suggested the party to cheer me up, but I felt pathetic.

"I'll deal with him when I see him next," I said, burping and wiping my tears with the back of my palm.

"I won't bear his kids anymore. I won't..." I said, and then belched again.

"I told you to forget about him already, didn't I?" I could sense her irritation.

I was shocked at the tone she was using with me. I just wanted to talk about Cameron all night so I could eventually forget about him by tomorrow. Why couldn't she understand?

"Are you shouting at me, Pam?" I had pointed my index finger at her chest in question. Pam had shaken her head and pulled me into her body.

"I just want you to hear me over the loud music," she whispered in my ear, defending herself and rocking me like a baby. She wiped away my remaining tears with her thumb.

I stood up and she held me to prevent me from falling

"Where are you going?"

"I want to pee," I answered.

"Let me go with you", Pam suggested.

"No", I laugh out loud. "I'll be right back." I moved away from her hold.

"You sure?"

"Yep", I replied Before staggering away to the bathroom, I knew my friend would use the little time to her advantage before I was back as I saw a guy throw a wink in her direction.

My eyes had become smaller, and I found it difficult to locate the washroom. I realized how drunk I was. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my right hand so I could see clearer. I saw the washroom was a few distances away.

"Fuck you, Cameron. I hate you," I cried as I put my two hands to the walls to guide me to the tiny corridor leading to the washroom.

My legs were shaking as I walked, and I tried to get my balance. I was almost in frustration. When I stood upright in tiredness, the door to the washroom was open in front of me. I pushed the door open with my left leg and entered.

I was about to zip down my skirt to make it easier for me to quickly urinate after entering the first toilet, a guy came out of the second one. He was zipping his trousers up.

He looked shocked when he saw me

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

I peered at him, wondering why he was in the female washroom instead of the male.

"You seem drunk," he mocked and strode to the mirror to wash his hands.

I felt hurt by his statement. "How dare you call me a drunk?" I followed him angrily. I drank to forget my sorrow of how Cameron dumped me for a party girl. Drinking wasn't helping me forget, and here I was in a washroom with a man who was calling me a drunk.

The man appeared taken aback by my shout. He veered around and folded his arms. "Aren't you drunk?"

"Of course not," I burped.

He chuckled lightly and turned back to finish washing his hands so he could go out. "Pervert," I insulted him. "I know you're in here because you want to catch a glimpse of the panties of all the girls that come in here."

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