Clara's POV

I kept my gaze trained at Florence as we drove to this club that Nicole recommended us. My
stepsister were busy acting all slutty with Michael and Ashton as if nothing even happened between her and Luke this afternoon. She really was a two-headed snake.

When we got inside the club, I was reminded of Florence's birthday party.

People were crowded and dancing to the loud music and their drinks were almost spilling on the floor. But at least no one was doing drugs on the corner.

"Come on." Luke said as she held my hand and led me to the VIP table on the balcony. It was less crowded here and there were seats as well.

I settled into the cushioned chair with Luke beside me and the other guys around us. Florence pulled Ashton to his feet.

"Ash, come on! I wanna dance!" she beamed

"Uhh..okay." I felt sorry for Ashton. He's going to be pushed around the place and with Florence beside her.

Good luck, Ash.I thought.

"Want a drink?" Luke asked me.

I nodded as a waiter came over to our table and took our orders. Moments later, I was sipping on a tall glass of cocktail. I never had alcohol before and normally I wouldn't care for it but I didn't want to be sober for this. After all, Florence is here and I hated every second of  this.

After I just downed the rest of my drink, I ordered for another one. And another one. And another one.

"Whoa. Clara. Take it easy." Michael laughed at me.

"I don't plan on doing that tonight." I said. Then when I finished my 5th cocktail, my eye caught a glimpse of Florence's hair on the dance floor below. She abandoned Ashton and was now grinding her ass against another guy's crotch. It was pathetic. And disgusting.

I don't know why. Maybe it's because of the alcohol.

But I wanted to do it, too.

"Come on, Luke. Let's go." I said as I pulled his wrist and led him down the stairs.

"Where are we going?" he asked me.

"We're going to dance."

Then we started to move to the beat of the music.

It felt great dancing next to Luke. I never did anything like this before. If Leo found out, he'd be shocked.

I copied Florence's moves as I placed my arms on Luke's ahoulders and kept moving my hips to the rhythm. For a moment, he just stared at me in shock. But then he started to move with me and kept his hands on my waist, guiding my every sway.

It felt like forever but I know we only spent a few minutes on the dance floor because the song ended and the dj began to play another one. This one even more alive with beats and thumps. Almost taking out the primal nature of everyone in the club.

As the song reached it's crescendo, I gew even more brave and pressed my body against Luke as we danced. But then I felt something in my gut.

Oh no.

I stopped moving and covered my mouth.

Oh fuck.

"Clara? What's wrong?" Luke asked, suddenly alert.

I shook my head and pushed him away from me as I turned the other way and ran, leaving him in the middle of the dance floor standing alone and speechless.

With my hand clasped on top of my mouth, I looked around me frantically, searching through the crowd for the ladies' room.

When I finally located it on the far corner, I pushed people aside as hard as I could so I can ran and get there in time.

Then I opened the door to the toilets and thanked God for it being empty. I locked the main door so as not to be bothered and proceeded to relief myself of this poison in one of the stalls.

I retched and vomit and puked and barfed my guts out. It felt pathetic and disgusting and I silently wished I didn't have any of the cocktails.

I was disgusted with myself for this whole night. My step family always brought out the worst in me. Why can't they just leave me alone?

When nothing can ever come out of my mouth again, I flushed the contents and grimaced. I hate this.

"I hate this so fucking much." I whispered. I wanna go home.

I pulled myself up and walked over to the mirror to clean what's left of my dress. I looked terrible. My make-up was all smudged and washing it with water is not going to do it any good. So I grabbed a big wad of tissue and attempted myself to look presentable at least.

I wonder what Luke thinks of me now.

I bet he's disgusted at me, too.

I bet he'll break up with this fake relationship with me and go with Florence instead.

The thought made my heart ache.

"Oh God." I whispered at myself in the mirror. "Please don't tell me you love Luke." Then I pointed at my chest and glared. "This is all your fault, heart. Why do you have to do that?"

I'm going mad. I'm talking to my internal organ.

Then I glanced behind me at the door. No one has tried knocking at it. No one even bothered to go inside.

I sighed. They must be having so much fun that they don't realize about the sad sad puking girl in the ladies' bathroom.

Why is everything suddenly like this?

It was all going so well with Luke. I remembered our kiss back in his old room. We didn't act like a couple that time. We just kissed.

It was for us.

Not for the world.

And I thought, maybe this whole relationship thing could work. For real this time.

Maybe I could actually be Luke's girlfriend.

Not just for show. But actually be his.

And then for a twisted idea of fate, Florence arrived and mess everything up.

"It's not too late." I told myself, while I finish cleaning up. "I can still tell him."

Luke will understand. He kissed me back on his room. I know he wants this too. He'll agree with me and we can work out a real relationship.

I got a new found courage and marched out of the bathroom. I will do it.

"Excuse me." I said as I pushed through the crowd and craned my neck to look for Luke. He's a tall guy. He can't be that hard to find.

There he is!

I saw his broad back on the corner of the club. He's talking to someone.

I grinned to myself as I thought about what I was going to do that moment.

But that grin faded as I stopped halfway through my destination, in the middle of the dance floor. I saw who he was talking to.

Only they weren't talking.

They were kissing.

"Luke." I whispered. But he still heard me even though the music was loud around us.

He turned around and saw me. And so did Florence.

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A/N:

I'm quite proud of this chapter.

I like it so much and the dancing part makes me laugh because it's really difficult imagining Luke dancing at the club.omg he'll be like looking around frantically for someone to save him. maybe ashton or even Liz. :D

And Clara finally admitted her feelings, too. But then there's that cliffhanger at the end and I was like "No, I couldn't do it to them. It's wrong."

Then again,  i'm an asshole with feelings so why not?

Sorry about that by the way.

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