It's not always Black and White

Confessions

Melanie's POV

We found a quiet spot outside the club, away from the pulsing beats and flashing lights. Theo reached into his pocket and pulled out his vape. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?" I couldn't help but laugh.

He chuckled, tucking the vape away, and gently took the cigarette from my lips. His eyes locked onto mine, and there was a certain intensity in his gaze. He leaned in closer, his warm breath mingling with mine, and whispered, "Do you know why we're here?"

I didn't need to answer with words. Instead, we closed the gap between us, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. In that moment, it felt like the world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us and the undeniable truth that we both had been longing to embrace. Love was in the air, and I couldn't deny it any longer. He loved me, and I loved him.

Theo and I pulled away from our passionate kiss, our breathing a little heavier than before. He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and suggested that we should leave the club. I hesitated for a moment, a fleeting thought of Grace crossing my mind.

"But what about Grace?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

Theo grinned and brushed it off with a playful tone, saying, "I don't see her anywhere around here."

With that, he swiftly scooped me up in his arms, holding me in a bridal-style embrace. The world around us seemed to blur as we made our way out of the club. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness.

He whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with desire, "We need to get these clothes off, ASAP."
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Bea's POV

The atmosphere at the bar had started to feel dull, and I was beginning to wonder if we'd made the right choice coming here. But then, out of nowhere, a young man approached me and asked if I was single. I let out a laugh and replied, "No, I'm not."

Josh, sitting beside me, seemed surprised. He muttered, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Puzzled, I turned to him and inquired, "What's the problem?"

Josh chuckled and responded, "Oh, I see what's going on."

Growing increasingly agitated, I raised my voice and retorted, "What's going on, then?"

Josh's voice matched my frustration as he shot back, "What's wrong with you?"

I couldn't hold it in any longer. My voice shaking with a mixture of anger and hurt, I shouted at him, "I know about Lily. I know that you played Steph and Lily."

The words hung heavily in the air, and the bar suddenly felt even more suffocating. The truth was out, and I waited for Josh's response, my heart pounding in my chest.

In the midst of our heated argument, Josh's voice rose as he retorted, "That's in the past, Bea, get over it!"

My frustration had reached its peak, and I yelled back at him, "You never told me, Josh!"

"Why would I tell you?" he shouted in response.

I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. With anger and hurt surging through me, I exclaimed, "Josh, I know that every time we had an argument, and I thought you were drinking by yourself, instead, you were taking shots with other girls!"

His response was dismissive. "That doesn't matter."

Frustrated beyond belief, I stood up abruptly, determined to make a point. "Well, does this?" I challenged, then leaned in and passionately kissed the stranger standing nearby.