𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 11 ♡

July 11th.

~ Nic POV ~

I toss the darts at the board in front of me.

I woke up early, trying to avoid Celeste. When I cracked her door open this morning, she was still sleeping. Something I've noticed, is that she only sleeps on her left side.

I'm on my third glass of whiskey. I wasn't expecting for her to be able to make me fucking feel like that yesterday.

Angrily, I throw another dart at the board.

"Yikes, you aren't very good at this," hearing Celeste's voice behind me made me pause and shut my eyes.

The heels on her boots clicked against the floor as she came up beside me. I opened my eyes, and saw her removing my darts from the board.

She had her hair in a ponytail for the first time that I have ever seen. Her wavy black hair flowed out of it, falling down her upper back. Black heeled boots. Beige skirt. White shirt. Her lipgloss shined under the light and her hoop earrings swung as she turned around.

"Hello? Earth to Nicollo?" her voice and hand waving in front of my face snapped me out of it.

Fuck.

I take a sip of my whiskey and mutter, "Don't call me that."

She throws a dart. Bullseye.

"We should explore the city tonight," she says over her shoulder.

I need to spend time away from her.

"You have taxis at your disposal. So go on, have at it," I force a smile before turning and walking to the stools at the bar.

Like usual, she annoyed me by following me. I took a seat on the stool, and she stood beside me, with her arms crossed.

"Mr and Mrs Jones love spending time together, so come with me."

"No."

"Why not? Is Mr Jones having a bad day?" she forced a pout, which made me roll my eyes.

I look a long sip of my drink, tilting my head back until it was empty. I turned in my chair to face her and spoke seriously, "Look. We're only Mr and Mrs Jones when Hans is around, and I don't see him here."

Her face shifted. Her sort of playful expression slowly fell off of her face, and she pressed her lips together.

"You're an ass," she muttered.

She walked away, the sound of her heels going with her. I rubbed my jaw and turned back in my seat, "Bartender. I need another drink."

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I've heard the sound of the slot machines behind me so many times that I'm convinced I'll have nightmares about it tonight.

I've been sitting here all day. Trying to keep my mind blank. But no matter how much I tried, a certain 5'5 girl with black hair and dimples kept popping into my mind.

Fuck, I need to stop thinking about her. I nearly thought I just heard her laughter.

I raise my glass to my lips, but pause once I heard it again.

My glass hits the table and I turn in my seat. Across the room, there she was.

My eyes were so focused on her that I nearly didn't even notice the fucking guy she was standing with. She held the pool stick in her hands while talking to him, laughing as if the dude was the funniest guy alive.