No, leave her be

You shrug it off. If Kara has already found someone to fuck, good for her. The last thing you want is a girl on your arm clouding the fact that you’re also on the hunt tonight.

You turn back to your friends and notice that Kara isn’t the only one who‘ s disappeared.

“Where’s Guy?” You ask

Molly rolls her eyes. “Oh, he heard that Bella Thorne is here somewhere so he went to get a blow job.” She says it as if it’s no big deal at all “Let me tell you something. In this town, Bella Thorne blow jobs are like acid tablets. Most guys assume the party hasn’t started until they’d gotten one. But they’re not exactly hard to come by.”

Before you have a moment to respond or really even process that usually shy Molly is talking like this, the club erupts into a bustle.

People start pouring toward the entrance. You overhear snippets of excited conversation.

“She actually showed up?”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Did you see what she’s wearing?”

And as you and Molly follow the push of the crowd you hear the same word starting to pop up.

“Henna.”

“Henna.”

“Henna.”

No, wait, not “henna”

“Emma”

And somehow among a mass of excited onlookers, you get a good look at her as she walks through the doors.