𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

19.

Vomit came out involuntarily and a huge headache was hovering in my head as if a bass drum was playing repeatedly inside it. My lungs burned and felt heavy from the amount of smoke I inhaled yesterday.

I woke up at 6 pm with the alarm to eat my pre-workout snack, I hadn't woken up in all the previous ones and I got up at that time to throw up in the bathroom.

Yesterday's clothes were still on my body and an intrinsic smell of tobacco lived in the clothes and in my hair.

After depositing everything I needed in the toilet of my bathroom, I got into my shower and took a long, hot shower.

Memories of yesterday were flooding my confused brain.

From the moment we go up to Chiara's toxic ex VIP everything is foggy.

The black haired boy with the eyebrow piercing.

Shots.

Nicola.

Nicola?

¡Oh Dios mío! (oh my god!)

Nicola was there!

Oh fuck, fuck.

I quickly finish my shower, washed my teeth and put on my warm dark brown fur pants and a loose gray sweatshirt, with my thick, warm socks and my bedroom slippers I was starting to feel better.

At least I smelled good.

I pick up my cell phone and several messages from Chiara appear on my screen. A small laugh escaped my lips at the name that she put in her contact.

3:37 pm Chiara Chanel: "I'm dead, I don't think I've ever had a hangover like this"

4:11 pm Chiara Chanel: "Are you alive?"

5:43 pm Chiara Chanel: "We are completely dead, Nicola was there!!!!"

6:25 pm Chiara Chanel: "I want to go eat and I only have the courage to face them with you by my side"

7:03 pm Chiara Chanel: "We're so fucked! Please wake up, I'm in the living room. With them!"

It's 7:58 pm and I open my bedroom door to face the Italian mafia boys sitting at the dinner table in the living room. No sign of the bottles left behind, the full ashtray, my robe and Chiara's clothes.

I assume that Nicola is freaking out about what happened yesterday and with that a smile creeps across my face just thinking about how much I've provoked him.

Chiara was standing, leaning against the door leading to the kitchen, tapping her foot anxiously on the floor as she looked at her cell phone.

She was dressed in white leggings, a beige wool sweater and her hair was tied back in a clip.

The Italian mafia boys were sitting at the table and my eyes met Alessandro's who fake coughed and made Chiara look at him and then at me.

A big smile appeared on her face and she came over to give me a little hug.

"I really thought you were dead and they wouldn't let me see you" she whispered sitting down at the table and avoiding eye contact with everyone sitting there.

I mimicked her movements and sat down beside her "I'm fine" I started "Yesterday was...wild" I said laughing and so was she.

"Wild indeed" Gio said from his seat and Alessandro laughed with him.

What am I missing?

Chiara and I had the same reaction, frowning in confusion. We both didn't have enough memories of yesterday.