Chapter 2

They pulled into the parking lot of a local mall and parked.  “Are you sure this is a good idea?  You don’t have your bodyguard dude with you to protect you!” Zoë, asked.

“We’ll be fine.  Just don’t freak out on me and draw attention like you do so well!” JC, said reaching into his backseat and grabbing a baseball cap and pulling it on low to try to cover his face.

Zoë, started laughing.  “So that’s your disguise?”

“Shutup and come on already!” JC, said getting out of the car.  Zoë, laughed and then jumped out her side of the car and they made their way into the mall.

“SHIT!” she, said stopping in the middle of the parking lot.

JC, turned around and looked at her  “What?”

“You drug me out of the house and I forgot my fucking purse, Josh!”

“Oh quit whining and come on!  You didn’t really think you were paying for it did you?” he, said walking back and grabbing her arm and pulling her along with him.

“YES, as a matter of fact I did!  I do have a little bit of money!”

“Fine then pay me back when we get back to the house, it’s not a big deal.  Now come on!”

They walked into the mall so far unnoticed.  JC, knew were everything was and where all the good stores were so he lead Zoë right to them, as to not waste any time.  He didn’t want to be there any longer than he had to be.  That would surely cut down the chances of being mobbed.

Once, in the store he started pulling all these different things off the rack and showing them to Zoë.  She just looked at him as if he were crazy at some of the stuff he showed her.  “You really think I’m gonna wear THAT!” she, said pointing to a micro mini he held up.  “That wouldn’t even cover my ass!”

“Shhh, don’t be so loud!  Damn girl!” she, said looking around to make sure she hadn’t drawn any attention to them.

“Well, I’m not wearing no mini skirts.  In fact I’m not wearing any skirts because it looks like the only ones they have in here ARE mini skirts!” she, said looking through the clothes.

“Fine, let’s get you some jeans then!” JC, said growing annoyed by her conservativeness.

They moved over to a rack of low rise jeans and hip huggers.  “These are cute.” Zoë, said as she pulled a pair of faded jeans off the rack.

JC, looked them over.  “Yeah those are nice, but you’ve got tons of jeans back at the house.  Let’s see what else we can find!”

They sorted through a couple more racks before they finally came upon a pair of black hip huggers that they both agreed upon, and then moved on in search of a top.  JC, pointed out that it would probably get really hot in the club so she’d probably want something with short sleeves and she could just wear a jacket over it.

So Zoë settled on an mint green halter like top, wear the strap came up around her neck.  And then, grabbed a black zip up hoody that somewhat matched her pants.

JC, didn’t let her try anything on because he was positive once she seen the outfit on she probably wouldn’t like it.  It wasn’t like her to wear things like that.  She was a jeans and t-shirt girl.  So he told her to make sure she got the right sizes and then he paid for the stuff with cash as to not use a credit card and alert the clerk to who he was and then they made their way out of the mall and back to the house.

By the time they got home it was after 7:00.  So JC went off to get his shower and get ready, and Zoe retreated to her room to do the same.

When she got out of the shower she straightened her long auburn hair with a flat iron, and then proceeded to put on her makeup.  Seeing how they were going clubbin’ and JC thought she should “dress up” as he called, it she decided to apply a little more eye makeup than she’d usually wear.

She’d taken some cosmetology coarse in school so she knew how to give her eyes that dramatic mysterious look by adding a little extra eyeliner and darker shadows in the crease of her eyelids.  Once, done she looked her face over.  She looked really different.  She smiled to herself in the mirror.  JC, was gonna be shocked by this she thought.

Then she moved on to getting dressed.  Just, as she was putting her black boots on to go with the outfit she heard a knocking at her door.  “Are you ready yet?  It’s after 9:00, the guys are gonna be here any minute!” JC, called through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be down in like five minutes tops!” she, called back.

“OK” he, said and then went downstairs to wait on her.

Zoë, looked herself over in the full length mirror on the closet door.  “I cannot believe I’m wearing this!” she, said aloud shaking her head in disbelief.  “Obviously this is why JC wouldn’t let me try this stuff on.  He knew there’s no way I would have bought it!”

She turned around and looked at her butt in the mirror.  The pants were really snug.  You could see every curve, not to mention the pants clung tightly to her hips an inch or so below her navel.  And then there was the top.  It too was snug, and clung to her body.  She loved the color, and couldn’t help but notice that it did bring out the green in her hazel eyes.  But the shirt was cut off a couple inches above her navel as well, which left her stomach out there.  She suddenly found herself very thankful that she worked out regularly and had a tight stomach.

She was lost in her thoughts picking apart the outfit when she hear JC yelling up to her.  “ZOE!!!!!  THE GUYS ARE HERE.  COME ON ALREADY WE GOTTA GO!!!!!”

She, sighed and grabbed the hoody she’d gotten to wear over the top.  She threw it on and zipped it up.  “I’m not taking this thing off until I absolutely have to.” she, thought as she grabbed her ID off the dresser and made her way out of the room.

When she got to the stairs she saw JC and Justin standing at the bottom of the stairs.  She stopped for a brief second, they hadn’t seen her yet.  “Please don’t make a big deal out of this.” she, prayed to herself and then started down the stairs.

JC, heard her coming down the stairs, and looked up “It’s about damn…..” he, stopped when his eyes finally set on her figure coming down the stairs.  “Damn, she looks really pretty.” he, thought to himself.

“About damn time, I know!” she, said stomping down the stairs.  “Your fucking lucky I’m coming at all.  I NOW know why you wouldn’t let me try this shit on at the store!” she, finished as she stopped at the bottom of the steps.  All the guys had been talking, but quickly stopped when they seen her.

“And why’s that?” Justin, asked with a smirk.

“Because he knew I wouldn’t wear this top or these pants if I’d of known they were gonna be this tight!” she, said while glaring at JC, who had an amused look on his face.

“What top?” Chris, asked walking closer.  “That’s a hoody, what’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with the hoody.  It’s hiding this lil’ thing underneath it!” Zoë, said shaking her head.  Then she noticed that JC and the rest of the guys were all wearing jeans.  “HOLD UP!  You’re wearing jeans!  Why couldn’t I wear jeans?” she, protested.

“Because we’re guys and you’re a girl.  That’s how it works!  Now, quit your bitching and come on!  We gotta go!” JC, said pushing her towards the door and then turning towards his friends who were all holding back their laughter at Zoë’s pouting of the outfit.

They loaded up in a large Suburban with a couple bodyguards and were on their way.  The guys all started talking amongst themselves as Zoë just sat and starred out the window.  She felt so out of place with them.  She knew the guys and had met them all several times, but still didn’t feel totally comfortable around them.

Chris, who was sitting in between her and Joey noticed how quiet she was and decided to start up a conversation.  He’d always liked Zoë, she was a spit fire and didn’t take anyone’s shit.  “So Zo, what you been up to lately?  You liking Florida so far?” Chris, asked.

Zoë, turned and smiled at Chris.  “I haven’t even been here one day yet, Chris.  I’ll have to get back to you on that one.  But as for your other question, I haven’t really been up to much of anything.  Just dealing with stuff.  You know!” she, said turning to look back out the window.

JC, smacked Chris in the back of the head as he was sitting in the seat behind them with Justin and Lance.  “Ow, what you hit me for!” Chris, said turning around in his seat, which of coarse caught Zoë’s attention as well and she turned around.

“Yeah, why’d you hit him for JC?” she, asked putting emphasis on the JC.

“YEAH JC!” Chris, mocked.

“You’re imagining shit.  I didn’t hit you!” JC, defended with a smirk.

“At least Chris is TALKING to me!” Zoë, sneered.

“Yeah!  I’m talking to her!” Chris, followed.

“OK, Chris you can shutup now!” Zoë, laughed.

“Shutup?  Did you just tell me to shutup?” Chris, said as if he was completely shocked.

“Yeah, I believe that’s what she said!” Joey, laughed.

“I’ll shut you up!” Chris, retorted and started tickling Zoë.

“Ahhhhhh” she, squealed as Chris tickled her sides and all the guys laughed.  “Don’t tickle me!” she, told him but he didn’t stop and she continued to squirm in her seat.  “STOP CHRIS!!!!” but he continued to tickle her.  “QUIT!” she, squealed again jumping up from her seat and smacking her head into the top of the vehicle.  “OW!”

Chris, immediately stopped tickling her and everyone stopped laughing for a brief moment.  “Are you ok?” Lance, asked from behind her.

“I’m fine!” she, said sitting back down in her seat.  “JERK!” she, said punching Chris in the arm.

“OW, that hurt!  You hit hard for a girl!” Chris, yelled out, and everyone lost it, even Zoë laughing at Chris as he rubbed his arm where she’d hit him.  “It’s not funny you guys that shit hurt!” he, pouted.

“Then don’t tickle her!” JC, said between laughs.

After they all calmed down from the little show Chris and Zoë had put on that had them all laughing they settled back into their seats.  The guys started telling Zoë about all the stuff there was to do in Florida.  And Lance went on to tell her he was going to introduce her to a few people in the movie business he knew, and see if he could set her up a few casting calls.

When they arrived at the club, they all got out and were ushered into the club with their bodyguards and directly up to the VIP section of the club.  Zoë, was taken aback because this club was far different from any club she’d ever to back home.  It was huge.  And now here she was in the VIP area.  She’d never seen anything like it.  The VIP area lone was almost the size of the clubs she’d been in back home.  There were tables and booths everywhere.  Along with overly large sofas.  And a circular bar in the corner, and their own private dance floor.

“Let’s go find a table.” JC, said leading her by the small of her back in the direct he and the guys were walking in.

They found a couple large sofas off in a corner the were facing each other and they all plopped down there to wait on a waitress.

“So what do you think about this place?” JC, asked leaning in to Zoë’s ear so she could hear him over the music.

“It’s different!”  she, said back.

“But different in a good way right?” Justin, asked whom was sitting on the other side of her.  She just smiled and nodded.  She was still trying to take it all in.

Justin and JC exchanged a quick smile at the expression on her face and then they started talking.  It didn’t take long for the waitress to pop up and ask what they wanted.  They all settled on a beer to start them off, so the waitress went off to get six beers for the group.

“This should be interesting.  I’ve never seen you drink before.  Can you hold your liquor?” JC, teased.

“Probably better than you!” Zoë, retorted.

“I sense a bet coming on!” Justin, laughed.  Zoë, just looked at him and shook her head, he was always trying to wager on something.

They sat all sat there for a little while talking.  They were working on their second round of beers when a tall blonde in a revealing outfit walked up to JC and asked him if he wanted to dance.  He gave Zoë a questioning look as if to ask if it was ok for him to leave her and she shooed him away, and he went and joined the blonde on the dance floor.

Not too long after JC left Chris and Joey departed to go talk to a few people they knew, so Lance moved over on the sofa with Justin and Zoë so they could all talk.  They ordered another round of drinks, only this time Zoë ordered a Long Island Ice Tea.  And they continued to talk and comment on the groping that was taking place on the dance floor between JC and the blonde.

Zoë, just shook her head in dismay as she watch JC and the woman grind against each other.  “Never seen him dance like that before?” Lance, asked noticing the expression on Zoë’s face.

She laughed.  “Nope.  At least not from close up.  I’ve seen you guys work your stuff on stage and stuff, but does he even know that girl?”

Lance and Justin laughed at her question.  “I seriously doubt it!” Justin, said with a laugh.  And Zoë just continued to shake her head in disbelief.

“What you don’t agree with that kind of dancing?” Justin, asked still chuckling as he watched Zoë’s expressions.

“I don’t have a problem with it.  It’s just weird to see him dance like that.  I mean when me and JC were hanging out we were a lot younger.  We didn’t do stuff like that back then!  It’s just weird.”

“So you don’t dance like that?” Lance, asked.

“I didn’t say I don’t dance like that!  I just said it’s weird to see JC dance like that!” Zoë, laughed.

“Well, do you wanna go dance?  I’m sick of sitting here!” Justin, said smiling at her.

“I don’t know.” Zoë, said hesitantly.

“Oh, come on!  Let’s see what kind of funny expressions JC makes to seeing you dance like that.” Justin, laughed pulling on her arm.

“You’re not groping me, Justin!” Zoë, laughed.

“We don’t have to dance all like that.” he, laughed.  “Let’s just got dance, come one!” he, said standing up and hold out his hand.

“Go! Have fun!” Lance, nudged her side and smiled at her.

“Fine, you talked me into it!” Zoë, said standing up and setting her drink down on the small coffee table like stand in front of them.

“You might want to take your jacket off.  You’ll get over heated in that thing!” Justin, said pointing to her jacket.

Zoë, raised her eyebrows at him.  She wasn’t stupid, she knew he was just trying to get her to take the jacket off.  But then he was right, it was already really warm in the club and she knew as soon as she started dancing she’d get even warmer, so she sighed and unzipped the hoody and pulled it off reveling her cut little top.

“DAMN GIRL, why you trying to cover all that up for?” Justin, asked arching his eyebrow and grinning at her.

“Shutup, Justin!” Zoë, said giving him a little push.

“Hey I was just complementing you.  You look HOT in that outfit.  I don’t see why you were hiding.” he, said as he took stance next to her and placed his hand on the small of her back to lead her towards the dance floor.

Once, on the dance floor they began dancing to the music.  It had been a long time since Zoë had been out dancing so it took her a minute or so to get into the music.  Justin, of coarse was already dancing all over the place showing off as Zoë laughed at him.

Justin, was acting all crazy sliding around the floor like Michael Jackson, he practically had Zoë rolling on the floor in laughter.  She could hardly even dance.  She looked over at Lance who was sitting on the sofa, now joined by some girl with short brown hair.  He caught her look and laughed along with her when he seen what Justin was doing.

JC, heard Zoë’s laughter, up until that moment he’d been too caught up in his little grinding session with his blonde babe to realize she had even moved from the sofa.  When he noticed what Justin was doing he couldn’t help but laugh either.  “At least she’s having fun.” he, thought when he looked at the wide smile on Zoë’s face.

When that song went off the DJ, came on and said they were going to slow it down with some old school and then R. Kelly’s “Bump and Grind” came blaring through the speakers.

Justin, decided he was done clowning and it was time to get serious.  “OK, let’s show them what real bumpin’ and grindin’ is.” he, said to Zoë as he reached out for her waist and pulled her close, and she just laughed.

Before she knew it Justin was all up on her grindin’ against her.  His leg between hers and her leg between his as they swayed to the music.  It wasn’t possible for them to get any closer at that point.

“You’re good at this!” Justin, said into her ear.

“I told you it’s not like I’ve never danced like this before!” she, laughed.

Justin, just smiled and continued to freak and grind against her.  Zoë, found the whole thing comical as hell.  Justin, was going on and on about something that she could hardly even hear as they danced.