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'HELLO, NICE TO meet you.' kiara greets kika and i as she sticks her hand out, shaking ours. kika and i exchange a glance before charles wraps an arm around kiara's shoulder, whispering something in her ear which makes her giggle as i look around to the boys, confused, who all look at me with apologetic looks staining their faces.
'did you all know?' i whisper to them – making sure that charles can't hear – who all shake their heads.
'that's not fair on you.' lando whispers to me before my attention moves back to the girl. she's quite short, has curly hair and she's wearing a black bodycon dress that's definitely way too short.
'do you want me to be honest?' carlos asks me in a whisper as i nod, a hurt expression on my face. i don't know why i care so much, but i can't help the knot in my stomach. 'she looks like a knock-off version of you.'
the small comment made by carlos makes my heart drop. it's no secret that i had a crush on charles when we were younger, but i never believed it would continue as we grew up. but then again, i don't like him. he's ignorant, arrogant, cocky and an annoying ingrate.
'it's fine. i dont care anyway. its none of my business.' i mutter so they all hear. i let out a sharp breath before slipping out of the booth with kika. 'lando, you coming?' i question as lando smiles cheekily and follows us out.
'im coming too!' carlos says excitedly as he follows us.
'where are you going?' charles asks, looking at us – more specifically, me – concerned.
'to drink.' i shrug as he raises a brow.
'should i come with you?' he asks as i shake my head.
'stay with kiara.' i say, pettiness laced between my words as i fist bump carlos behind my back.
'no, kiara doesn't mind, do you amore?' charles asks, looking at his girlfriend who looks between charles and i innocently, shaking her head slowly.
'don't worry, i've got her.' carlos speaks up, putting his arm around me as i lean into his shoulder comfortably.
charles looks at us, a little surprised, but his expression is fast to go neutral again. 'alright. make sure she doesn't drink too much and–'
'charles, i've got it. don't worry cabron.' carlos interrupts as charles nods his head, giving one last look at me before we walk away to the dancefloor. in short, many drinks were drunk and lots of songs were danced to until i somehow found myself alone with charles on the dancefloor, his girlfriend no where to be seen.
