Our Deep End | ✔️

CHAPTER 32

Elle's POV

Just as my head was in the clouds and things seemed too good to be true, reality came and did what it does best. Disappoint. Somehow I find myself wishing that Christian just made separate plans with Micah instead of inviting her along with us, that way I wouldn't have to witness their chemistry. I know it's unintentional, but to me, that's the worst part. They just can't help themselves, can they?

As promised we stopped by her hotel before the party, and picked her up. It was one thing when she greeted both of us with a kiss on the cheek, but I was already done with her bullshit when she claimed car sickness, and insisted she sat in the front. I'm forced to observe as she jokingly nudged Christian at red lights, and fiddled with the radio controls. I was having such a good day before all this, I should've just stuck to our original plan of staying home. My mind travels back to the day she first showed up at his doorstep. I saw the genuine excitement in his eyes, after the shock settled. Not to mention their intimate past.

"It felt like all we had was each other."

For some reason those words haven't left my head since they were revealed. I mean it's not like I was in his life at that point. I was still planning a future with Hunter, but a lot has changed since then and I couldn't care less about him. I doubt Christian can say the same about Micah, it's evident. He cares about her a lot.

We soon pull into the club parking lot, which is beautifully decorated with lights and signs. Christian parks in a spot right in front of the building. The vibration from the pulsing melodies playing in the club already sting my ears as I get out the back seat.

"This is so exciting!" Micah claps her hands together as we approach the door. She wore a simple outfit of jeans and a blouse but she's stunning nonetheless. Her long blonde hair was curled neatly down her back. Part of me wants to tell her to shut the fuck up, but I have no right. Technically, she hasn't done anything wrong. Technically...

"You act like you've never been to a club before." Christian laughs along. I almost tell him to shut the fuck up too. I mean I don't understand, I explained to him the in and outs of Hunter's relationship with Olivia and we both agreed that it was wildly inappropriate, meanwhile here he is doing the same thing. Is he? I don't know. If anything I could be completely overreacting.

"Not in America," She smiles and punches his arm lightly.

The bouncers give us no problems entering the dimly lit club. It's so loud I can barely hear my own thoughts. On the dance floor  are my classmates dancing like they usually do...close and off beat. The venue didn't disappoint though. The room is wide and spacious, a big difference from the usual hot and cramped parties I've gone to. Surrounding the dance floor are tables and booths. They're all nicely decorated and seem to have party snacks and candy. All my expectations are exceeded.

"You made it!" Exclaims a voice behind a pair of arms that pull me close. It's no shock to see my best friend when I turn around. A small part of my annoyance vanishes now that I wasn't alone with Christian and Micah.

"Of course I did!" I hug her back.

"Santos." She nods and greets Christian before her eyes finally meet Micah who seems eager to introduce herself. I can just see her hand twitching, waiting to be extended for a shake. Camila gives her a confused stare, before completely turning to me.

"Who's that?" She whispers to me, right in front of Micah's face. I try my best to hide a chuckle, remembering when Micah did the same exact thing to me.

"Why don't you ask her?" Christian stands up for his best friend, joining our conversation. Her previously faltered smile returns once her knight in shining armor came to the rescue. This time I don't hide my eye roll.