Sparks Fly- L.N

Chapter 3

Later that night, Elenore was sitting in Charles's room watching a silly movie when she got a text from Pierre.
Hey, El, we are going out tonight. Want to join us?
She looked at Charles, who was lying down on his bed.
"What?" He was still pretty pissed about the race.
"Pierre just asked me to go to a party with him," she showed him the text.
"You can go, but don't you dare hook up with him," he said, giving her a serious look. But she couldn't hold back from laughing.
"You really think I want to hook up with Pierre?" She stood up from the bed, starting to get ready to leave.
"No, but I think that he wants to hook up with you," she sighed. Classic Charles: according to him, every single guy that even looks at Elenore wants her.
"Oh, shut up; you are being dramatic. But I promise that I won't do anything with any of them, she said, and with that, she left his room, sending Pierre a text.
Sure, I'll be ready in 40 minutes. Come by my room.

Elenore decided to put on a simple black dress, a little on the short side. Just to annoy Charles. There was a knock at the door; it must be Pierre. So she hurried to open the door.
"Hello, are you ready?" Pierre was dressed in a linen shirt and a pair of black jeans.
"Yeah, where are we going?" She walked into her room to grab her purse as Pierre stood by the door.
"MK, sounds good?" He moved aside so she could come out of the room.
"Yeah, let's go." She closed the door behind her, and they were off.

As they arrived at the club via taxi, the media swarmed the entrance. Elenore and Pierre had to run to be able to get inside. When they got inside, the club was filled to the brim with people. But somehow they managed to find their way to the table full of the drivers and their significant others.
"El!!" Lando stood up and practically flung himself onto her.
"Hi Lando, have you had a bit too much to drink?" They both sat down, and Lando placed his head on her shoulder.
"I missed youu," his words were slurred, and his breath stunk of alcohol.
"I missed you too, Lando."
"When you talked to me today, after the race, I was so happy; I did it all for you!" She froze at his words.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you want to drink?" Pierre interrupted the conversation; it was probably for the best.
"Uhhm, I'll have a negroni and a shot," she said, looking at Lando, who was out of his mind drunk. "Seems like I've got some catching up to do."

The night went by quickly, and sure enough, Elenore managed to catch up with the rest of them. Maybe a bit too well, because she was currently standing on the table, singing 'Single Ladies' at the top of her lungs. Doing the dance and all, and pretty much all eyes were on her. Pierre managed to get her down from the tabel and, in doing so, landed her in his lap. She looked over at Lando, who was talking to some girl, and placed a hand on his shoulder. This awoke something in her—a rage she didn't know she had inside of her. She wanted revenge. So she wrapped her arms around Pierre's neck. He smiled, looking her up and down. Elenore once again looked back at Lando, and this time that girl was all over him, and he seemed to enjoy it. So Elenore went for it. She pulled Pierre close, connecting the lips. A slight moan escaped from his lips as she slipped her hand into his hair, keeping the other on his jawline. He placed his hand on her hips, moving them up and down. As they both separated to catch their breath, Elenore turned around to look where Lando was, but she couldn't see him.
"Hey, El?" Pierre was scratching his head when Elenore looked back.
"Yeah?" She smiled.
"Want to leave?" Elenore might not be completely sure was she was doing, but god, how could she pass up that opportunity?
"Sure,"