No More Ever After

Tossed Aside

If there is something I don't like that the person I like always does... well, this is one of those things I hated about him. It's the way Niro always puts himself above anything else and more than that, he also doesn't care for my opinion. Also to tell honestly... knowing he's not considerate towards me strikes a nerve. It strikes right at where it hurts the most. In the heart. I know it sounds mushy but s**t.

I looked around, my forehead almost fusing with each other as I concluded the answer to my head.

"This is not the reception hall..!?" I grabbed Niro who was walking ahead of me, making him face me.

To my dismay, the jerk just shrugged, then he proceeded to walk ahead while I struggled following behind as I bumped shoulders with the wild crowd of people in here. "Because we're at a club." As if I didn't know what hideous place we're at right now.

I rolled my eyes at how blatantly nonchalant he was.

I tried gulping the lump in my throat as I yelled at him, "THEN WHY ARE WE HERE?!"

But it wasn't because I was angry. I could never show my real emotions in front of the person that I like. Especially that the me he knows is the mask I wear everytime I am with him; hiding away my deepest secrets. I simply raised my voice because the music inside was blasting in all sides of the room along with people's screams who are clearly having the time of their lives, their noise is blending in with the blaring speaker inside. It is very loud and disturbing.

And... Ugh. I hate disturbing noises the most!

"Who said I was taking you to the reception hall anyway? Tsh. We can't have fun there!"

He said nonchalantly as he turned back, smirking as he pulled me along the waves of people on the dance floor, taking me by surprise.

Fun?!

He said 'let's have fun' while dragging me to the crowd where I obviously don't belong. This is not the group I'd associate myself with. This is just him wanting to fool around, selfishly going to such length even to dragging me here in the guise of heading to Hyde and Keikazu's wedding reception!

He once again fooled me.

Roaming my eyes around my surrounding, I stared at the scene before me in horror. This is unbelievable! Every kinds of indecency are freely happening right before my eyes!

I searched for Niro and glared intensely at his attractive back standing a few meters away from me then I scoffed to myself when I saw that he had already snatched a babe just as quick as he walked away and left me all confused by myself over here.

Tell me why am I foolishly in love with this guy, again?

Oh, god.

He always toss me aside when he doesn't need me around, but I also unwillingly gravitate back towards him even without him wanting me or telling me to do so, it's always of my own accord. I guess this misery is all because of me anyway.

Shaking my head, I resigned myself from trying to argue or chasing him just to convince him to go to his brother's wedding reception. He would care less about it anyway.

Jeez. Though I really wanted to have a feast of various delicious delicacies from the wedding, not to get drunk on my miserable one-sided love.

I pinched my ear, deciding to walk away. Scanning my surrounding yet again, I released a frustrated sigh because I can't find any proper place to settle while I wait for my best friend. It may actually be best for me to leave for my own satisfaction but leaving Niro alone... is a torture. I will definitely overthink about who he is with, who he's flirting with, what are the carnal things he's doing, or what crowd is he dancing in? My mind will just be flooded with unwanted thoughts about him anyway so I'm better off staying where he's within my sight. At least that way, every question that will pop up to my mind will be answered straight away.

All I need to do... is to keep my eye on him. Everywhere he goes, my gaze should follow. That's the sole rule.

Having no other option of where to sit, I started heading to the bar counter where at least not a string of people crowd at. There is just a two or three staying there, most of them abandon the area after ordering.

Taking a seat in the middle where the bartender frequents the area, I relentlessly turns around, my gaze immediately scouring the crowd to search for one particular person.

Along the waves of people partying in the middle, my eyes magnetically sets on that one man I would never fail to recognize. I'm just glad I was blessed with a sharp eye vision.

Irritation immediately warped my chest when I saw Niro and the girl that clung to him the moment he walked in the club, already locking lips. What a fvckboi, really.

Oh well, as if I hadn't seen this scene more than a hundred times already?

In the midst of swimming inside my thoughts, a deep voice snatched me off of my trance.

"A drink, sir?" My attention diverted to the bartender in front of me manning the counter.

I raised an eyebrow when our eyes met. Suddenly, he chuckled which somehow gave me an impression that he was teasing me. What's there to laugh about?

He then dipped down, I was caught off-guard but more so when I felt his hot breath near my ears, tickling me.

"May I offer you tequila, sir?"

I immediately pulled back, darting a glare his way.

Why is this guy so touchy-feely? He's such a destruction. I gazed back at Niro to check if he was still there and when I did saw him having more intense skinship with the girl, I pulled my gaze away and sets it in front of me.

"Did you not learn personal distance? Or were you not taught to not talk to strangers?" I spat, thinking of just going home right that instant! Joke. I have to guard my best friend.

For the second time, he chuckled. F*ck. He's seriously annoying me. He's even giving off an air of arrogance, his pheromones is exuding that of a playboy and I know instantly that he's the kind of guy who's the likes of those people Niro hangs out with on weekend nights. People who like to party, go wild and live the night life.

He leers at me but didn't speak again as he got back into mixing some drinks.

I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed. I thought my unwanted conversation with him has finally ended but to my luck, he handed me the glass of the drink he was just mixing.

"I didn't order this." I said firmly, pushing back the glass that has a sweet aroma and flavorful color. It looks like the ocean. I don't really know much... well actually I don't know anything about alcoholic beverages because I mostly stay in my house. I'm not a party boy and I rarely drink and that's more reason why I shouldn't accept this drink. Although I watched him mix it, I remain skeptical of his intention. Especially with how weird he approached me.

He quirked a brow at me then pushed the glass towards me, insisting. "It's on the house... You seem like it's your first time here so to welcome a newcomer like you, here..." he tapped the glass with the back of his pointing finger while giving me a smirk. "this is on me."

My eyes squinted, skeptical while looking down at the glass of drink he's pushing to me.

I heard the bartender snicker, "Such a first timer haha. I'm Blake by the way, and you are?"

"His," my answer came out so damn naturally and out of the blue.

I looked up with widened eyes, immediately backing up with a curt, "Aron." Giving my attention back to the glass filled with a drink so foreign to me.

This time, I heard the bartender named Blake chuckle. He's such a happy lad, isn't he?

"That's a mix of Original Sin with lime, Aron," he says, introducing the drink. My brows furrowed. I'm definitely intrigued. "take a sip and you would not regret it. I swear to my bartending license, that drink will take you to places."

I looked up at him, curiosity was in my jet-black eyes. I met his persuading gaze and a sudden snap rung in my ears.

"To a high place, that is." He gave me a wink.

I don't know what came to me. Or how the fck did I forget to return my attention back to Niro who at that moment was not just away from my attention but has already left his spot earlier and went to god knows where. But I just found myself gripping my hand on the glass, lifting it up to my lips and sipping the suspicious liquid.

Fvck this bartender for his expert persuasion skills. He should've worked for a sales office rather than here. And fvck my curiosity. Because then, it shouldn't have happened.