Love That Leads to Revenge

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

-Vladimir Nabokov

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(PROLOGUE)

The loud music was blasting in the club. Boys and girls covered in sweat were dancing on the dance floor like beasts. The bar section was full of people. Everyone was ordering drinks from their choices. Few cheap couples were making out at the corners, not trying to hide, neither trying to expose completely.

Sitting on the bar counter and drinking my Champagne, I was doing my favorite thing: observing my surroundings.

It may sound funny, that I was the one who arranged this party and I was the one sitting alone. Why?

Well, I don't have any friends nor I thought of making them. I don't like it. Duh, they are just a crowd of fake people around you.

"Cool party." A girl said to me, getting closer.

"Of course, I'm the organizer," I replied with a smirk.

I always gave an Open Club Party where everyone was allowed, including the outsiders and my schoolmates. So, there were so many unknown faces enjoying it. But somehow, I don't know why only three rich jerks caught my attention.

They were sitting in the V.I.P area and flirting with my classmates. By look and dressing style, they looked wealthy and that was enough to tell they were rich spoiled brats. I chuckled at them because both were looking the same; idiots!

"By the way, why did you arrange a party all of a sudden?" Clara asked with a smirk on her perfect makeup face. She was wearing a black knee-length dress with exposing back and smokey eyes make-up with red lipstick.

I didn't have any friends but had you ever heard of childhood enemies? Yes, she was my childhood enemy. I did have a lot of competitors and enemies. She was one of them – Clara Olsen.

"Your path is clear now. I'm moving from this city to New York." I mimicked her tone.

"Oh, barbie doll accepted her defeat." She taunted, and I laughed.

"No, baby girl. I am having pity on you." I taunted back with a wink. She scrunched her nose up in disgust, and her blue eyes reflected anger, telling she didn't like my statement, but who cared?

She was quick to recover her anger in a smudged smirk as she said, "Since you are leaving. What about playing a game. Huh... Truth and Dare?"

Something must be barbecuing in her crazy brain. I could smell it.

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Let's call your friends... Oops! I forgot you don't have any. Let me call my friends." She taunted, laughed, and left.

Whatever!

Soon, she came with her cats and dogs. We moved towards the V.I.P booth. In the center, there was a big round table and around it, there were round comfortable sofas.

We were sitting on the right side of the club, in the center, on the dance floor, sweating bodies were moving with the beat. There was also a V.I.P sitting area on the left side of the club, the exact one where those jerks were sitting. I don't know why but they were aching my eyes.

One of Clara's friends bought an empty bottle of wine. They rotated the bottle, and it stopped on a girl. They asked her 'truth or dare', and she chose to dare. A brave girl or should I say, a poor girl, because they dared her to kiss the guy who was standing with a girl who seemed like his girlfriend. Poor guy!

She went and kissed him. That guy also responded to her kiss, but the next part was my favorite one when the guy's girlfriend slapped her boyfriend along with the girl and stormed out of everyone's sight. I chuckled at the scene. That poor guy ran behind her and the one who completed her dare, came back silently. Anyway, she completed her dare so, everyone applauded for her.

Once again that bottle was spun and waited for it to stop. And when it stopped. All eyes focused on me, a challenging smirked broke on Clara's lips.

Shit! But no problem, it would be fun.

"So Barbie doll, Truth or Dare?" Clara asked, amused as if she had won something. But did she know me?

"Of course, Dare, baby girl." I confidently replied, mirroring her smirk.

She observed the whole surroundings by moving her head like a fish when we put her out of the water. I smirked at my own thought. When she stopped that stupid smirked on her face deepened. I followed her gaze only to find that she was looking at those V.I.P jerks.

"Look, that guy over there with a white button-down shirt and black ripped jeans. Go and slap him." She said, pointing at one of those jerks.