Carl wouldn’t deny that he felt jealous when he sighted Adrian hitting on Amanda back there at the party. What turned out to be a final straw was when he sighted them heading towards a room to screw each other. He had gotten enraged, wanting to stop them when Mason intervened.
“F**k!” He growled as he banged his fist on the wall, his face mixed with a mixture of impotent fury. It was early Monday morning, and they were back at the clubhouse. He had spent all night brooding and thinking about Amanda and he even failed to attend lectures because he was still clearly upset with what happened at the party.
The clubhouse was a little empty, with few customers dining and drinking at the pub.. The rest had gone for lectures while some hung around in town first before gathering at the clubhouse
