Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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Ecstasy captures my soul the very minute I entered Club Aura—the infamous club amongst many upper east siders. With Clementine latching onto my hand like a leach, and Cameron on my other side, trying to impose a dangerous picture of him by standing up tall and glaring at whoever gets too close. However, in his tight suit, gelled back hair and round-framed glasses, his attempt to ward off people wasn't working well in his favour.

Whatever, I'm just glad he wasn't wearing overalls.

The further we walk, the more familiar faces we recognize. My entire body goes rigid when I catch sight of Silas and a blonde heading upstairs. A smile gracing his lips at whatever she said. I roll my eyes. They're probably on their way hook up in a spare room. I did my research before coming here. Club Aura was a house before it was a nightclub.

The guidelines allow eighteen and younger inside. The fact there were barely any security guards was a red flag.

Strobing lights and the overbearing loud music booms in the background, doing one hell of a good job trying to kill my hearing senses.

My eyes move to the three boys sprawled on the couch.

Atticus and Ezekiel indulged each other in conversion, while Kenzo leans back on the sofa, feet on the floor and knees wide as he leans forward to draw another drag from the cigarette. Suddenly, that bad habit looks sexy as fuck. The red-hot cherry lights up his face in the darkness of that specific area. The bimbo with implants and lip injections shook his arm, begging for a hit. A chain of grey smoke blows in her face and she coughs, slapping the grey clouds away with her hand. After seemingly having enough of torturing his fling for the night, Kenzo hands her his cigarette.

A brunette sets herself on the lap of Ezekiel Ambrose, and I swear something in Clementine ignites. I winced when the grip she had on me tightened. Noticing my discomfort, she immediately apologised. She wasn't hurting me anymore, only focusing her angry glare at the two as Ezekiel's hand rubbed against the thigh of the girl. Her heated glare  even when Cam started dragging us to the bar, where he ordered a martini for himself and two Aperol floats for Clem and I, claiming that it's the least alcoholic beverage at clubs.

My tolerance for alcohol wasn't the best, but it was commendable. I took a seat in the middle, keeping my eye on the bartender as he made our drinks. I knew better then to trust someone to make my drink and not watch them do it. If I see something fishy, I won't drink it. Best believe I won't let my friends have a sip of theirs either. Which is why I don't take my eyes off until he's finished.

I thanked him when he hands me my drink, and stir it around in my glass. I spin around slowly on the moving stool, taking in my surroundings like a hawk.

There's some people I don't recognize. Could it be Atticus also invited people outside of Darlington? I know there's a school nearby called Hillcrest. Cam said they're our School's rivals. They have a losing streak against us in both Basketball and Football. The only time they ever won a basketball game against us was sheer luck, plus the fact the best players weren't present that day.