The Ghost of You [COMPLETED]

Tequila

You hadn't noticed Brad's eyes lingering on you as you turned around and headed out, Connor's arm around you. The dress was tight enough to show off your figure, and Brad was rather ashamed to admit to himself that he stared for a bit too long than would be socially acceptable. Nevertheless, he followed the crowd, herding into a few different taxis and heading to the club.

You'd ended up in a different taxi to him, with Connor, James and Lizzie, but once you'd gotten to the club, you all regrouped rather seamlessly at the bar. Rohan had already got some shots lined up, and it wasn't until it burned down your throat that you realised it was tequila. God, you hadn't had that in a while.

You didn't recognise the music that was playing, but you took your bottle of beer, grabbed some of the group, and headed to the dancefloor anyway. The group you were dancing with changed over the course of the evening, from different members of Team B, to James and Tris, Connor and Rohan, each of you seemingly paired off and alternating between the bar, the toilets and the dancefloor. You stuck with Lizzie for most of the night, although a couple hours in, you noticed that you hadn't seen Brad for a while.

He had found a booth in the corner, where he could see most of the club, and it had become everyone's rest spot over the night. He didn't particularly want to dance, because he only really ever danced with you, and he figured that he shouldn't dance tonight because he could see you dancing from where he was sitting.

It wasn't the kind of dancing he felt like he should be doing with you.

Not that you were being overly sexual, but it was more down to the atmosphere in the club. He noticed that everyone you danced with was in very close contact with you. Hand holding, bodies touching, smiling and laughing. If he joined you, he didn't think it would feel like a friend kind of dance.

Tris plopped himself down next to Brad at one point.

"You're being creepy again." Tris said to Brad, who ripped his eyes away from you

"I'm not doing anything." Brad defended. "She just..." He looked back at you. "It's nice to see. She looks really happy."

"And that makes you happy?"

"Well it isn't going to make me upset, is it? We're friends."

"Are you sure?" Tris asked, and Brad frowned at him in confusion. "How many people can actually be friends with their ex? And this is Luka. I think we all remember how you were when she left."

"We've talked about it." Brad said dismissively. "It's all sorted. We're moving on and-"

"I don't think you have."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"When you guys broke up, it was hard on you. We all saw that. The last couple years, sure, you've been okay, but since she's come back, you've been different again. All I'm saying is, I think you still have feelings for her."

"I'm with Maggie." Brad snapped, feeling angry at his friend now.

"And yet, you've stayed over at her place, and you're starting to stare at her like you did back then, when you were together." Tris pointed out, making Brad fall silent. Tris threw his arm around his friend's shoulders. "I think you should try and really think about it, about what you want."

"Thanks for bringing this up on the first week of our month long tour." Brad scoffed.

"You know me." Tris smiled. "Always got good timing. And you never know," Tris leaned into his friend. "She might feel the same."

The sentence made Brad feel weird. Then he felt weirder for feeling weird. As he looked over at you, noticing you looking around, he found himself thinking over what Tris had said.