Torn Between The Carter Brothers

2: Single And Clubbing

Addison

That night, after Marco and Aisha introduced all their friends together— seventeen in total, someone suggested that we all hit the club to have some fun. They all sat in twos since everyone came with a date, except me.

“Sounds like a good idea, however, Addi might not wanna come, that’s not her scene. Addi is undoubtedly the most boring person out of everyone gathered here, and despite trying hard to help improve her social life in the past, it hasn’t improved much.” Marco spoke up from his spot in the middle of the room and I blushed furiously as everyone turned to stare at me.

“That’s in the past, Marco. Clubs are my scene now, and my social life is fine, thank you very much.” I forced myself to respond and I was glad that my voice was stable this time.

Damn Marco and his dumb jokes!

“Are you sure?” He asked before everyone again and I nodded firmly, refusing to drop my gaze despite feeling flustered underneath his gaze.

“Club it is then! Everyone, go get ready!” He called out with an enthusiastic clap while everyone went off to get ready.

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I was dressed in a short jumpsuit. It was loose around the hips and comfortable, and I paired it with a comfortable pair of converse. I realized my mistake when I came out and realized every other girl was dressed in daring dresses and tall heels.

The only heels I packed was for the wedding ceremony itself!

I didn’t go back to change because I didn’t have anything more flattering to wear to a club. When Marco passed me, he called my outfit ‘cute’, and I instantly felt mortified.

I want him to see me as attractive, hot or sexy… and not cute.

But I actually wasn’t supposed to want him to see me as anything— since I was supposed to be working on getting over him.

Ugh.

I rode to the club with one of the couples— Nathan and his cherry girlfriend named Lisa, and they were surprisingly a very great company… till they brought up my dating history with Marco.

And I spent the rest of the ride feeling annoyed till we arrived at the club.

In the club, I wanted to leave shortly after we got there.

Everywhere was too loud and too tight, and I felt incredibly alone and left out, because everyone had a partner except me.

The drink that got handed to me by one of Marco’s friends smells horrible but I knocked it back anyway. As everyone danced around me, I awkwardly stood around before slipping through the crowd till I was at the back.

Despite being at the back, I watched everyone happily dance with their partners, looking so in love or lust drunk.

Marco and Aisha were rocking each other seductively, their eyes closed and they looked so perfect together as they swayed. As I watched Marco’s hands dragged over Aisha’s waist and stomach to lightly graze over her boobs, then wrap around her throat, I forced myself to glance away before the lurch of jealousy within me ended up tearing out of my chest.

“Damn, you gonna squeeze the poor red cup to death?” A voice drawled beside me and I whirled around, gaping at the grinning stranger who wagged his brows at me as he leaned down to speak against my ear cause it was loud around us.

“That’s your man? Someone you’re pining for? Or someone you once had but lost?” The man drawled and I stiffened as it felt like I got doused with cold water.

Was that how I looked like to him?

Fuck.

That was a big problem, because to everyone who sees me, I’m supposed to look like I’ve gotten over him or never had a thing with him to begin with, and not like I desire him.

I raked my hand through my hair, feeling embarrassed at being so obvious, while I focused on the stranger again.

“None of that, just here to have fun.” I responded as I made a show of sipping on the horrible alcohol.

The stranger leaned close again, his hand settling over my hip.

if we have

stared up at him. He didn’t have beautiful, wavy brown hair. He didn’t have eyes that looked like

within me on realizing that again, I was comparing

tight and I felt so dumb and pitiful, especially on glancing over at the dance floor and catching sight of Marco and

at the stranger, I

“I’m not interested, sorry.”

heading for the restroom, when what I actually wanted to do was to

small nose and full lips. My hair was black in color, and my skin was very pale. My facial features weren’t bad and I wasn’t ugly, but I guess I still wasn’t good enough for Marco,

on and begged so much for weeks till I finally forgave him. Then slowly after that, we became friends again. I had stupidly hoped that he wanted to date

together wasn’t really helping my feelings much like I had hoped. Because I had convinced myself that attending this wedding would finally help me move on from this

Instead,

dejected sigh left my

have come

bathroom when my breath hitched at the

“Addi?”

of him pinning

man standing beside him and that

asked as he grinned down at me,

“Huh?”

mingle with, duh. That’s better than you being the only one without a date

my hair out of my face, feeling embarrassed to

you very much, but I have a boyfriend and don’t want to mingle with a

even my type.” He rudely announced before leaving and I bristled with anger as I asked

really have a boyfriend?” Marco asked, pulling my attention back to himself and when I nodded, he frowned as he stepped closer,

“Who is he?”

we could end this conversation

him.” I

I find it hard to believe that you have a boyfriend.” He pointed out slowly and I

you still believe that I’m yet to get over you?” I snapped in irritation

Addi. You might still have a little feelings for me, and

settled on my face. “But I don’t have any feelings whatsoever for you. That’s all in the past, why do you keep bringing

to club, yet tonight you were awkward as hell back in on the dance floor, and you barely drank. Which means you lied, and what’s the odds that you’re not lying about having a boyfriend and completely getting

“I guess I’m just not in the mood to party tonight, and I’m here because I want to support your wedding. If I was

rolled my eyes exaggeratedly as I spoke while waving

a moment then his eyes wandered around before focusing on a man at

kiss that guy.” He dared,

Why would I do that? I have

his eyes. “But it won’t hurt your make believe

his hand and dragged him outside

your problem?” I demanded and

that a bad thing?” He asked and this time,

and delusional, Marco. We’re now friends. Why the fuck would

between us and roughly shoved

she pressed up against her fiance while

a sharp voice and I stiffened, feeling confused and irritated all over again at the clear implication in her

your boyfriend to stop trying to hook me up.” I flatly informed her but she clearly didn’t believe me, because she didn’t bother to respond and just wordlessly dragged her fiance back into

remained in the same position, I felt hollow all over. This wasn’t

Marco still insisting that I still

him. Instead of blocking him when he reached out to me years ago, I responded and agreed to forgive him, because I

regretting coming here. I should have listened to everyone who advised me against

the way back to the private island even