“And its all because of youuuuu!” For the millionth time that night, Giovanni cursed under his breath.Like it wasn’t enough hard work to not only drag Emily out of the party and get her in his car, she refused to keep her mouth shut the entire time. From the most random lyric to the most unreasonable words, her mouth had no filter as she kept on ranting on, making Giovanni wish he had just left her with her best friend that was so enthusiastic to take her home. At least, that way he wouldn’t be stuck in the middle of the night wondering what to do with a drunk girl that just wouldn’t keep her mouth shut. Her couldn’t take her to parents place for a very obvious reason. They were going to try to demand what happened, why she got drunk and a dozen other questions in that- questions he had absolutely no answer for. He also couldn’t take her to his place for his own personal reasons. His house was off limits to everybody but him. And that included August. Despite being his only fr
Emily woke up to a terrible headache, serving as a dreadful reminder of how she had spent the previous night. Her memory came flooding back. From how Tyler had noticed how down she look to him inviting her to a party. How she had thoughtlessly said yes and went to the party, not hesitating to drink every drink offered to her by every Dick, Tom and Harry. And how her head slowly began to ache. And how she then knew she was getting drunk. And instead of stopping the Alcohol consumption like a normal person, only proceeded to get even more drunk. She could remember herself roaming around the party barely sane. And the next thing that happened was her bumping into a man. A familiar man. Giovanni. “Oh My God!” She literally yelled as she jumped up from the bed. Her eyes widened in horror as her memory got clearer, the urge to suddenly disappear into thin air growing. “No, no no,” she could have screamed. “Please no. There’s no way in hell I did all of that and-“*flashback* “Miss S
Breakfast was quiet for a while, with both Giovanni and Emily doing nothing but chewing and swallowing.There was obvious tension in the air. Tension Emily in particular was choosing to ignore. After all, what could she say when she had gone from never wanting to speak to him again to waking up in his shirt in a hotel room?Occasionally, she spared him glances, taking note of how focused he was. Compared to her, he seemed unbothered. Almost like the whole situation wasn't strange to him."Miss Stark," y spoke up after what seemed like ages. He was finally done with his breakfast, dropping his cutlery to signify that. "About yesterday-""I'm not always like that," she quickly interrupted him to say. "I promise I'm not always like that. I don't get drunk easily and become a-""If you say so, l'll believe you then.""What?" she said. "That didn't sound very convincing. And by the way, how did you find out where I was? was with Tyler so why did you even have to show up?"Trying to ignore
“Emily! God, it feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you.” “I know right,” Emily groaned as she walked over to her best friend. “Where have you been?” The weekend had gone by rather quickly with Emily and Tyler barely speaking to each other. After her drunk incident with Giovanni she remained in her room and was barely on her phone to reply dozens of calls and texts of worry from Tyler as he wondered where she was and what could have happened to her. “How are you?” He immediately put his arms around her shoulder, staring at her with a worried look in his eyes. “About the party- Emily I’m so sorry I let you out of my sight for a second. I shouldn’t have allowed that jerk take you with him but he insisted. He didn’t hurt you or do anything crazy to you, did he?” “Giovanni?” She asked the obvious question, taking a quick trip down memory lane. “Oh, no. He didn’t. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” Tyler didn’t seem convinced. “Of course,” Emily nodded and smiled. “Yes, he is a j
Emily stared at the concert tickets in her hand then her reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile appearing on her face. She was dressed in all black- a top with the bands name on it and a short skirt. Underneath it, she had laced tights and completed her outfit with heeled boots, chains dangling from the corners of her skirt to the laces of the boot. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, dark Smokey eyed makeup done all over her face. She didn’t look like her usual self and was more than glad. It was the perfect look for for the concert. She glanced at her wall clock, realizing it was almost 8pm already. She had stuck to the time frame and was ready before 8pm, left with nothing to do but wait for Giovanni to arrive. She sighed and plopped into her bed, replying the scenario in her head all over again. It did feel surreal. For him to not only get her concert tickets but also manage to wiggle himself out of his tight schedule and accept going with her. Before she could wallo
Emily and Giovanni arrived at the concert venue, the pulsing beat of the bass drums so loud it could be heard miles away. As they approached the long line wrapping around the block, Giovanni shuddered, contemplating his every decision for the millionth time that night. He looked ridiculous and was in the most ridiculous place ever. Emily took the lead, shouldering their way in after showing the security guards their tickets and gaining access in. The whole atmosphere had a gothic aura to it, the venue. cavernous space with walls adorned with graffiti that seemed to hide secrets of rebellion and anguish. The scent of leather and incense lingered in the air, blending with the faint aroma of anticipation. “You like events like this?” Giovanni had to ask, as he looked around him again, the dim lightening that cast elongated shadows accross the room adding an extra whiff of mystique to the atmosphere. “You enjoy this?” “Yes, yes,” she nodded excitedly, seeming captivated by the sea of
The second Giovanni pulled over in front of his house, he spotted August waiting outside, leaning against his own car. Immediately groaning, he recollected August texting him and him ignoring the text. It was a completely unusual thing to do so it was no surprise August drove all the way to his house to check up on him. “August.” “Oh Giovanni you’re finally back,” August spun on hearing Giovanni’s voice. He initially had a worried expression on his face, the emotion dissolving into one of shock and confusion the second he laid his eyes on him. “I have so many question. First, what are you wearing?” “Just ignore it,” Giovanni replied him, taking off the tshirt he had on without hesitation. “I was forced to wear it.” “Second, where are you coming from?” August continued and just as Giovanni was about to reply, raised a finger to interrupt him. “Wait. Do not tell me you’re coming from a concert.” “I won’t tell you then.” “Weren’t those tickets for Miss Stark?” August was beyond c
Giovanni scrolled through the page on his phone, clicking his tongue as his eyes roamed through the list of decent and romantic date locations and events. He had gotten August to send him a detailed list of more activities to do with Emily. After all, they still had a couple of dates to go on and anything worth doing was worth doing well. After a couple of minutes of contemplation, he was down to three locations and events- A park, a restaurant and a cinema. Neither of them seemed appealing enough though. They were just better than the other pointless activities in the list. A park? He clicked his tongue at the thought. There wasn’t much to do at parks and on second thoughts, it suddenly felt like a childish place to be. “Out of it,” he mentally crossed out of his list, leaving with with a restaurant and a cinema. “Restaurant?” It was going to be their third date at a restaurant and thanks to Emily showing up in purple for their past two dates at the restaurant, he couldn’t bri