Ready For Love (Drama/Romance)

♱🗡 Chapter 2 🗡💋

The music is blasting, and Sylvia is dancing with her boyfriend. I sit by the bleachers, drinking the scotch that I snuck in. A classmate comes over and asks me to translate, "How do you say 'You are my girl' in Italian? "

"Sono Un Ragazzo stupido" I reply. He does not know what that means, but I do. It translates as I am a stupid boy. He left and must have used it because, in a fit of rage, a girl slaps him, running out the gym doors. He goes after her. I don't notice until Sylvia speaks, "Wow, that guy is really stupido"

We burst into laughter, and silence follows. "I got to go," she says, and before I can question her, she's out the gym door. Wait. She has my car keys.

Someone taps on my shoulder, "Here, use mine...go after her. Stop her and explain"

A sudden jolt made me sit up in bed. Rethinking the dream.... No, it was a memory, again. A thin film of sweat trickled from my forehead as I touched it. Oh, Sylvia. I tucked those memories away and told myself to forget them. Squinting my eyes, I see someone in a prom dress sitting on the chair. Sylvia.

I rub the remnants of sleep from my eyes, and She asks "Can we talk?"

For some odd reason, I agree. We sat there in silence, almost until I could barely stand it. "What did you want to talk about, exactly?" I inquire.

"Simon and you...." Sylvia began, and the water sprayed out my mouth. Did she forget that Simon is married to Myra right now? The water went through her, but my sofa was wet.

I took a deep breath before responding, "Simon will be just a friend for now...and until the end of time" I mumbled the last word like she wouldn't hear. She withers.

"Hey, Sylvie? You need to stay calm, all right?" I say to her. The phone rings at the right moment and I answer it.

"Hi...Di Salvo Hotel, how may I help you?"

"Is the hotel doing alright? Should I send in your Uncle-" the voice on the other said. Yep, mom is concerned and requested dad to contact me. 

"Is Uncle Kenji, doing okay?" I diverted the conversation, which dad probably knows by now is a ruse.

"Kenji is doing great except he is soaked in tomato sauce for the time being"

Oof! "Guess the bees weren't so kind to him then" I reply, trying not to burst into laughter. I'm dying inside but, "Where is Auntie Rosie?"

"She might be returning any moment now. I have no idea where she is. The thing is she hustled and it went wrong..." Before he could ramble on about how my aunt lost the money during blackjack, I cut the call swiftly. I hope he isn't going to think this is suspicious and sends Uncle Mateo here.

"Your dad?" Sylvia questioned in an assuming tone.

"Yep! And he might assign someone to check on me and this hotel"

I am so dead. It is good to be able to figure out Sylvia's reason for being here.

I turn to her and ask, "How did you get in here? Like this room"

"I possessed one of the local women"

That clarifies how, but the why is still a mystery covered in cobwebs.

I knock on Simon's door, which is wide open. Shattered glasses are on the floor, and Myra is standing in a corner, ready to throw another glass at Simon; Who is in the opposite corner. The scene I come upon is beyond my understanding.

"Who is she?" Myra screams and hurls the glass she is holding at him. He dodges in time, as it strikes the wall behind him. Bits and pieces go separate ways.