Two and a half month passed, I didn't hear a word from Charles. He didn't call or text to see how I was doing.

So I gave him the same treatment back.

I deleted his number from my phone—to not drunk call him whenever I got drunk.

Lena and I partied hard, Pierre was doing his best to keep up with us and be supportive.

I had worked hard to not see Charles. I kept my distance and I actually proceeded to only see him three times.

All three times I didn't give him a single glance, not a word, look or emotion. It was like I didn't even know him.

I had started working out intensely, it was required to work my strength back up, the bones I fractured from the crash had healed.

I was doing okay, really. I was fine.

"Alright, Dani, that's enough" Pierre snaps and shoved the guy off of me.

Alright, maybe I wasn't completely fine. I wasn't really doing okay...

"What the hell man?" He shouts and I can't even remember his name.

I chuckle drunkenly as I see Lena and Pierre. Lena is just as shit faced as I am.

"Get out of here" Pierre warns the guy and he does.

"Why are you like this? That guy was practically trying to fuck you in the middle of the room" Pierre says in disbelief and I wipe my bottom lip from the drink I had chugged.

"That was kind of the point, club or hotel room? Who cares" I say and chuckle.

Pierre shakes his head visibly disappointed and Lena giggles.

"Don't encourage her!" Pierre snaps at Lena and holds her firmly.

"Sorry, baby. But this is damage control. Thank your asshat friend for that" Lena says and Pierre runs a hand over his face in annoyance.

Fucking Ferrari driver.

"Fuck the Ferrari team!" Pierre blurts out in frustration. "She did, at least 1/2 of it" Lena says in a duh tone and Pierre glares at her.

"Look at yourself, Dani!" Pierre shouts.

"I don't see the problem?" I say as I look down at my appearance.

"Fucking hell, what is he doing here?" Pierre suddenly says as he looks at the entrance.

I see who he looks at and my smile grows. I find myself pushing through the crowd to him.

"Art!" I shout and Arthur turns around, as he sees me his eyes widen, but then hugs me.

"Daniella? What the hell are you doing here?" Arthur asks while laughing as he sense how drunk I am.

"According to Pierre—swimming in dicks" I say using the words Pierre always repeated to me.

"Charming" Arthur retorts and laughs at me.

"Do you want to say hi?" I ask and nod at Pierre and Lena.

Arthur nods excitedly and I pull him through the crowd. "Look who's hereeee" I sing and Pierre bro hugs Arthur and Lena hugs him as well.

"How have you been?" Arthur asks us three. We all look at each and don't know what to answer.

"Well, I'm living in chaos everyday because of these two" Pierre says and points at Lena and I.

I scoff and cross my arms. "Don't say that like it's a bad thing" I say and Lena laughs.

"How are you and Charles?" Arthur asks me and my blood runs cold. All three of us turn to him in confusion.

"What?" I ask confused. "Yeah, aren't you rounding what? Three months?" Arthur asks with a smile.

"No?" I say with a sarcastic chuckle.

"Oh?" Arthur says confused. I scoff as I realize what's going on.

"He didn't tell you" I say out loud and Pierre deadpans and Lena clears her throat awkwardly.

"Didn't tell me what?" Arthur asks with a confused smile.

"Art, we're not together anymore. I haven't seen him since my car accident" I say in disbelief.

Arthur's face falls hard and Pierre rubs his neck awkwardly and Lena looks everywhere else, but at Arthur and I.

"What? I talked to him yesterday, he said you were— oh. Oh" Arthur says in realization.

"I swear I heard you in the background" Arthur says confused.

He had another girl?

"Fucking hell, Charles" Arthur mumbled and run a hand over his face.

"He's coming here, tonight. I told him that Pierre and the guys were here. He's on his way" Arthur says in panic.

"I'm leaving" I say and move past Arthur and Lena.

"I'm sorry!" Arthur calls after me, but Pierre grabs my arm. "Don't go. You can be civil" Pierre assures me.

"No, we can't. He left me! Pierre!" I shout back defensively.

"He didn't see you after the accident?" Arthur asks shocked.

"No, he left earlier after my accident" I say and fake a smile at Arthur.

"I'm so sorry" Arthur says in disbelief.

"I'm going with you" Lena says and take Pierre's hand off of my arm.

"Fine. Text me when you get to the hotel safely" Pierre tells Lena and she nods.

"I will. Bye" Lena says and peck his lips.

Lena grabs my hand and pulls me with her, but we don't get far as we walk into a person.

Lena's eyes widen and I look up and see it was Charles we stumbled into.

My chest burned. My blood ran cold, but it was boiling at the same time. I kept my hard glance at him, he almost looked uncomfortable under my eyes.

Lena pulls me with her to turn the other way and I panic as we go back to Pierre and Arthur.

"Help us" Lena says and Pierre's glance hardened at the sight of Charles. Pierre hadn't exactly wanted to talk to Charles afterwards.

"What the hell did you do, Charles?" Arthur says in disbelief and anger.

Charles walks up to us and Arthur steps in front of the three of us. I look at the back of Arthur's head in surprise.

"Don't. What the hell were you thinking? You lied to me for three months! You didn't tell me what you did" Arthur says and shoves his index finger into Charles' chest.

"Alright, that's enough. Fuck off" Charles says and smack his hand away.

"Can we talk?" Charles asks and I realize it was to me.

I start laughing and pry Lena's tightening grip off of my arm.

"Dani..." I hold my finger up for Lena to pause and I return to Charles in front of me.

"That's all you have to say? You didn't want to talk three months ago" I say and chuckle dryly.

"Please, I have to explain myself. Let me explain" Charles says and I scoff.

"No" I say coldly and cross my arms.

"No?" Charles repeats surprised. "No" I confirm and  rise an eyebrow.

"Daniella, I've tried to contact you for the last month and a half. Talk to me" Charles says and Pierre steps up between us.

"Fuck you" I spit and let Pierre and Arthur deal with their so called brother and best friend.

Lena and I abandon the three and leave the club and go back to the hotel. We stay in my room.

"Thank you" I tell her and she smiles at me. We get a few drinks at the hotel bar and bring them to my room to continue our own party.

"Hey, what are you two doing now?" Lewis asks on the way to our room as we pass him.

"Drinking my sorrows away" I say with a small smile. "Both of you?" Lewis asks with an eyebrow raised and we both nod. "We're a team" Lena said encouragingly.

"Damn" Lewis mumbled under his breath. "Feel free to join if you want" I say and Lewis shrugs before following us.

The three of us talk and drink until Pierre comes into my room.

Lena and I are drinking shots when he comes in.

"He's taken care of for now" Pierre says and I see his bloodied fist. Lena and Lewis sees it as well.

"What happened?" Lena asks and stand up.

"Did you hit him?" I ask confused.

"He hit first" Pierre says with an angry laugh.

"What do you mean?" I ask him and he turns to me.

"He got mad at me for 'letting' you sleep around and party. He also blamed me for your loss of feelings towards him" Pierre says with a scoff and I raise an eyebrow.

"How dumb is he?"