𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ; jude bellingham

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

real life!
first person

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amoras pov

THE PULSING BASS of the club wrapped around me like a second skin as I stepped inside, the heavy beat vibrating through the floor, reverberating in my chest. Lights flashed in time with the music, casting everyone in shifting shades of neon. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and perfume—a heady mix that made the room feel like it was spinning already, even though I'd barely had my first drink.

I scanned the room for Trent, knowing he'd be somewhere by the bar. He and his teammates were celebrating a win, as they always did, and tonight was no different. But it wasn't Trent I spotted first. It was Chloe.

Her signature red lipstick curved into a smirk the moment she saw me, her eyes raking over my outfit like she couldn't wait to pick it apart. She was draped all over Trent, her hand possessively on his chest, as if staking her claim, like I would even think about trying to get between them.

"Amora," Chloe's voice dripped with fake sweetness as she called out over the music, her eyes glinting with something darker. "Nice of you to show up. Thought you might've gotten lost."

I shot her a tight-lipped smile, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Trent, always oblivious to the tension between us, grinned at me as he reached over the bar for a drink. "About time! Grab a drink, we're going all out tonight."

I forced a smile, even as Chloe leaned in closer to him, whispering something in his ear that made him laugh. I rolled my eyes, already feeling the knot of irritation twist in my stomach. Chloe had never liked me, and I couldn't stand her either. She acted like I was a threat, as if Trent wasn't my brother and I had no interest in meddling in their relationship. But no matter what I did, she saw me as competition, and the feeling was mutual.

With another word, I turned to the bar and ordered the strongest drink I could think of. If I was going to survive tonight, I'd need it.

I took the drink in one go, the burn of the alcohol sliding down my throat, warming me from the inside out. The familiar buzz hit me quickly, loosening the tension in my shoulders as I let the music wash over me. I needed to forget about Chloe, about her smug looks, about Trent not noticing the way she undermined me every chance she got.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him—Jude.

He was leaning against the far wall, surrounded by a gaggle of girls. His signature taper fade and perfectly styled curls made him stand out even in the low light, the muscles of his arms straining against his black shirt as he laughed at something one of the girls said. There was a small logo near his chest, barely noticeable, but it clung to him in all the right ways. Jude was always like that, effortlessly catching everyone's attention without even trying.