Fireworks (Player's Chronicles) Volume II {Complete}

Chapter Tw12ve

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Chapter 12

*Natalie*

Last night’s events were all a blur to all of us. Well, except for Carmen that is. The entire night, she sat in most of the bars that we visited nursing a glass of wine. She looked a lot better than the first time I got here but she seems unlike her usual self. I have stopped asking her if she was feeling alright because after three times of me pestering her about her well-being she did not waver in giving me a glib answer of “I’m fine”.

Still, wary about her health, I worry about her enough for the two of us. I am worried that she’s keeping a secret from me about something monumental and devastating. I just hope that my mind is just jumping into conclusions on all the things that kept on nagging at me the entire time I was around my bestfriend and her health.

Our group outing yesterday started off just right after lunch. We went around the whole city of Pamplona just checking out various attractions for the festival. It was a much livelier than Mardi Gras and that’s saying something. Every time we passed a sidewalk where there are people dancing and singing about the Sanfermines, Kyle would drag one of us to join in and do some sort of dance amongst the people gathered.

My girlfriends find him amusing. For me, I was still curious as to why he was even here in the first place. Unlike my friends, I knew better to just believe him for coming to Spain just to be with me or rather run with the bulls like the idiot he was. I would hate to delude myself that he does in fact like me for me than just to play a game most men of his calibre usually do.

I was right to assume as much because just as we were leaving the second club we were having a few drinks at, someone, who was later known to us as Monica, came up to Kyle and just French kissed him unashamedly. Gasps reverberated throughout the table as this girl almost dry hump the idiot in front of us.

I was fuming with such intense rage I broke a wine glass from grasping it too tightly. This served a purpose to a point as it broke the hormonally charged duo to separate and notice that they are in fact in public. The other purpose was so absurd I almost left my friends out of annoyance. Apparently, my sudden show of temper was an indication of something of a more base emotion: jealousy.

Am I jealous of the redhead strumpet who was just moments ago mouth fucking the idiot? No. I was infuriated that she had the audacity to come up to him and do what she did right in front of me and my friends as if she owned the place. It’s very impolite and disturbing to say the least.