❝As long as you are under the same stars as mine, I'll be okay.❞
Autumn Beck, a sarcastic italian journalism major studying at NYU.
Tatum never commits. Not to a place, a home, and especially not to boys. From her famous absent father and NFL star b...
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"Fuck! That was my fucking finger, Italia!"
"Oh please, It's not my fault your nail technician did a shitty job on your nails so much so that it blends into the corkboard."
"You're one to talk," Baylor laughs, "Your highlights look like they were done at 3 am with your eyes closed."
Dios Mios, my hangover is killing me right now and these two are not helping it.
I adjust my sunglasses and massage my temple. After I got back from Elle's, I spent the whole day sleeping until Baylor woke me up to go to some bar that she was having a date at. After she gave me the all-clear about the guy, I had nothing else to do except getting shit drunk.
Okay, maybe I also went home with a guy but he wasn't all that great so I would not like to remember that.
After 15 more minutes of Italia and Baylor fighting and my hangover worsening I've had enough.
"Basta!" I hiss, causing them both to stop and look at me. "Che diavolo c'è di sbagliato con te? You guys can't last 30 minutes without butting heads. Siete due? Giuro che preferirei sbattere la testa contro il muro e poi ascoltare un altro secondo delle tue stronzate."
The arguing is long gone as Baylor leans into Italia and whispers, "She brought out the Italian, what do we do?"
She widens her eyes and protests, "What do you want me to do? I'm shit at Italian,"
Talia knows as much Italian as an 8-year-old does, despite going to the same high school as me in Italy, mainly because she spent most of her time in the States considering her father lives here.
I narrow my eyes at them both, "My hangover hurts come l'inferno, why the cazzo would you drag me out here if you're not gonna do merda!"
It's seven in the fucking morning and these two puttana's dragged me to campus to put up "roommate wanted" signs for our penthouse because Chanelle just recently moved out and we have two available rooms.
The penthouse was originally a gift from my Mom to me for getting a scholarship at only seventeen and also a bribe to try and get me to stay in one place for a year.
Which obviously failed because I ended up going to Rome to visit her and Talia's mom within a month of her buying the penthouse.
I fish my keys out of my hoodie pocket and turn back to Talia, who's actually putting up the posters, "I'm going to pick up some coffee, it is way too early for this."
She waves me off and I head to where I had parked my car, unlocking the door and jumping in. Considering my height the jeep is a giant compared to me but I love it anyway.
I turn out of the campus parking lot and start going through downtown to get my coffee. The small cafe is a campus hot spot and not to mention the perfect distance away from our penthouse. In addition, a cute little Italian lady owns the store, and not to brag but we are basically best friends.
