Megan, age twenty one.
From early on, I had learned the hard way. I was raised in an orphanage, I worked hard everyday since I was in elementary to make sure that I got accepted to the best school on a scholarship. I was never the girl that was pick by a foster parents. The reoccurring rejection made me into who I am today.
I was tougher and more resilient to the outside world. I got bullied a lot for being the least fortunate at school. Most days, I would study then I would part time as a waitress to earn money for food and shelter. I didn't have time to socialize, I had been doing this since I was ten, by helping out at a local mom and pop shop across the orphanage.
I had learned to save up money from a very early age, I learn to trust no one, to not be dependent in anyone. I ranaway from the orphanege when I finish junior high. I was my own self. I only have two things on my mind since I was a kid. Stability and Money.
That was why I grow up to be socially awkward, but I really didn't care. That was also why I was speechless when Olga, the heir of one the most wealthy family in the country would even consider me to hang with her.
"Oh Megan...you study too fucking much. Let's play!" Olga slumped herself on my bed, flipping through some fashion magazine.
"Olga, I'm here on a scholarship. I need to maintain my grades, and make sure that I can get into the top internship program. It's still Monday Olga...we just play last Saturday." I scolded her for being out too many times, though all expenses paid by her but I really need to study. Keeping my grades was actually not enough, the competition here is cutthroat. I needed to be the best.
"Okay then, I'm going alone. At least there's no one that's going to lecture me there."
"Wait, you're going alone? where's your guards?" I was questioning her, actually worried that something might happen to her.
Olga comes from a very wealthy, most feared mob family. She never goes anywhere without her guards, and every time she actually went without them, situation would always get out of control.
"Guards? who needs guards? when I have you...my trustee sidekick." She grinned at me and start opening my drawers and start picking out my outfit. She knows already that I would bend to her wishes.
Every freaking time.
I sighed and finally shutdown my laptop.
"Okay, but just for a couple of hours, then we're done okay?"
One hour later, after a grueling outfit choosing and intensive make up session by Olga, we were finally heading out the door. She was right, her guards were not present. I just shrugged and hope for the best, it would only be for a couple of hours anyway.
"You know you're sexy as hell if you would only dressed and put on your make up appropriately. You should should stick with me Megan dear, we'll make a deadly combo...." she was babbling on and on until we arrived at Players, then she was heading directly to the bar and greeted the bartender like he was her playmates. Damn, the club was like her playground. She was moving around smoothly and finally parked her ass at our usual seat by the bar.
"Jack! start our girl Megan with some bubbly yeah? she needs to loosen up, she study too damn much." He laughed at her, then give her a sexy wink and poured me a glass of what looked like a vodka mix.
This night is not going to end well for me.
I still didn't get how she could comfortably sit in that short short dress, while I kept on pulling mine down every couple of seconds. She was flirting with a guy next to her already, while I was still not feeling comfortable in my dress.
"You're the only one here that keep on pulling her dress down you know...it looks good on you, sexy." Jack winked at me and top me off again as per Olga's instruction.
"You don't have to flirt with me you know, and I need to be sober for Olga here. You can stop re fueling me for another hour after this." I smiled at him, while still pulling down my dress making him laughed.
"Right then Megan, let me circle the bar and I'll get back to you later." He gave me his pearly whites. He's cute! Damn...seriously woman cute? what are you ten?
My inner self was mocking me. My awkward social self always comes to play in this situation. That's why I'd rather be studying than clubbing and flirting with guys. But Olga was in her element, she was looking really cozy with the tall, dark and handsome guy by her side.
Need to pee...
See woman, this is why you remain single. Not by choice, but by circumstances.
"Olga, I'm going to the ladies, you stay here okay? I'll be just five minutes okay?"
"I'm good Megs, not going anywhere..." She said to me while trailing her hands up to the tall guy, he was smirking at her looking satisfied with himself.
Oh...if you only knew! You'd be running down the hill when her guards step foot in this place.
Fifteen minutes later, I was walking back to our seat. The line was long, reminding me how I hated coming to this kind of places. But I was not prepared when I saw that Olga was being cornered by the tall guy, he was looking way too drunk.
See...trouble, I seriously can't leave her alone for too long.
Jack, was getting out of the bar trying to rescue Olga, as she was pushing the guy back, but he was too strong for her. That was when I took the bottle as I reach across the bar, while flashing my thong covered ass to the dance floor, I didn't fucking care, I just need to save her.
I eventually hit the guy on the head, he was so drunk that he collapse to the floor, leaving Olga in shock. Then she quickly step over the guy and squeezed my body with her adrenaline filled hugs suffocating me. My hand was still holding on to what was left of the bottle.
Then out of no where, her guards arrived. Jack ushered us to sit on one of the lounge, while her guards take care of the guy, I didn't even want to know what would happen to the guy.
Then Jack was tending to my wound that cut deep into my palm from the broken bottle. I didn't even realize that I cut myself until he pulled the large bottle piece from my palm.
"What the fuck dude!" I cursed at him, Jack smiled at me, but then he was looking tense as Olga's entourage arrived at our table.
"Olga, what the hell happen?" Max, her cousin who's also the mob leader was by her side in seconds, then her brother was on her other side looking furious at her. Then they all looked at me and my injured palm. Max quickly took my hand in his, and told one of his man to get his pack from the car and told Jack to basically get lost. He was gone in seconds. Damn...
Then Olga told them her story, and exageratedly retell my heroic attempt to save her. I just rolled my eyes and pulled down my dress. While Max expertly spray my palm with a numbing agent then start to stitch me.
From that fateful night my road to success was paved smoothly by her family.