Here's To Wishing I'd Never Met You!

Mr Italian-American

Chapter Two... Mr Italian-American

"This is pissing me off!"

I had been working on an assignment, and Kent and Sam were attempting to help me. But now I'd given up, and I slammed the book shut and stormed off. The boys sat there at the table, laughing at me.

"You need to get out of this house, sunshine," Sam said, fighting back a smile.

"I got out for a couple of hours today, you know," I pointed out. "How much more can I escape?!"

"You need a night out, honey," Sam sighed.

"Sam and I are going to this college party," Kent smiled. "You should come with us. Free booze. All the other guys there are straight, and half of them are looking to get laid."

"Are you saying I need to get laid?" I frowned.

"Pretty much," Sam laughed.

"You're stressed," Kent added. "A man might help... ease your stress."

"Alright, alright!" I groaned. "I'll come. But I'm so not promising to hook up. I'm not usually like that."

"We'll see," Sam and Kent said together, laughing.

In an hour I had dolled myself up for a party. My dress sparkled, my high heels matched, and my hair had become dead-straight. I wasn't totally keen to go, but I needed a bit of fun for once. I finally had the night off of work, and I was gonna try and enjoy it.

We walked into the party, and I went off to get a drink. When I turned around, I couldn't see Sam or Kent anymore, and I started wandering around, looking for them. I found a group of students I recognised from my psychology class, all talking. One guy grabbed my arm as I went to walk past.

"Paige, isn't it?" he asked as I faced him.

"Uh, yeah," I replied blandly. "And you're... Jason."

"You remember me," he grinned.

"Yeah," I stated. "What do you want?"

"Well, you're always at the top of our class, and we just wanna get to know you," Jason replied. "You might be able to help us, and we could then help you, too."

"Huh?" I frowned.

"You don't party much, do you?" one guy said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I don't really have the time," I sighed.

"Ramone, leave the girl alone!" a girl said loudly. "It's alright, Paige. He's new... and judgemental. Don't listen to a word he says."

"I didn't think you looked familiar," I smiled. "I'm Paige, by the way."

"I figured as much," he chuckled. "I'm Ramone."

"Are you Italian?" I asked, eyeing his features and accent.

"Italian-American," he replied. "I could offer to get you a drink... but it looks like you already have one."

I quickly downed the drink in my hand, smiling.

"You can get me another drink now," I winked, and we walked off over to the bar.

After I'd gotten a new drink, we sat down in a corner talking.

"So... where are you orignially from, Paige?" Ramone asked.

"Minnesota," I replied. "My uptight, strict parents still live there. I hardly ever visit."

"Do you have siblings?" he questioned.

"I have a brother, Parker," I answered. "He lives in Queens. I also have a sister, Penelope. But uh... she'll never live away from my parents. She likes their ideals."

"Awesome," he smiled.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"I'm originally from New York," he grinned. "But I moved to Tulsa for five years with my parents, then to California for two years to attend Berkeley. And I hated it there, so I transferred to NYU."

"I wanna go to California!" I smiled. "I'd love to one day."

"I'll take you there one day."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Ramone."

"So do your brother or sister have any kids?"

"Penelope has two. My neice Amarah and my nephew Drake. And Parker has a little boy, Noah. They're both married. But Penny lives with my parents still. Queer bitch."

"You obviously don't like her much."

"No, I don't like my family much."

"I have a sister, Kaylee. And she's great. Married, too. And I have a nephew, Sean. I love my family a lot, so we're kind of opposites in that sense."

"I wish I could be close with my family, but they don't like anything I do!"

"They don't like any boyfriends you have then?"

"I'd have to actually have a boyfriend for them to meet him. But in high school, my dad used to threaten to cut off their penises if they took my virginity. Most of them broke up with me after that..."

"All because of your dad?"

"Yeah, he's an asshole. He used to beat up my mom, before she got pregnant with Penny. After that, he never hit her again, but she was a moron for staying with him!"

My drink was empty again, so Ramone went and got another one for me. He brought back some candy, and we ate that whilst we discussed random details about ourselves. After a while, I made an offer.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here?" I asked.

"Yeah, this party's getting too big," he smiled.

"We can go to my place?" I suggested.

"Do you have alcohol?" he asked.

"Lots of it," I laughed, and we walked out onto the street.

When we got back to my apartment, I pulled a full bottle of rum out of the fridge, a bottle of coke and two glasses. We sat there for a couple of hours, drinking.

"I'm beyond drunk!" I laughed loudly as I stood on the coffee table, dancing to... well, nothing. Ramone cheered me on, and when I fell off of the table he caught me.

"I think I should take you to bed," he chuckled.

"You're coming with me," I said, and we kissed.

His lips were soft and amazingly sensational. We slowly walked back to my bedroom, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he picked me up. His hands ran all over my body, and he gently laid me down on my bed, laying on top of me.

It doesn't take an idiot to figure out what happened next...

I awoke late in the morning with a massive headache.

"Ow," I groaned.

"Morning," Ramone's smooth voice came from in my bed.

"Hey," I smiled weakly as I rolled over to face him. "I have a hangover..."

"Same," he sighed. "So... last night was great."

"I was half-expecting you to be gone," I admitted.

"Well, I was hoping that we could date," he smiled. "Do you wanna go out on a date with me?"

"Uh, yes!" I grinned excitedly, sitting up in bed. "Ouch... head hurts," I added as the movement was too quick.

He grabbed his phone and I rattled off my number. Then he rang my phone so that I could get his number.

Ramone was a great guy... and I hardly knew him. I kissed him on the cheek as he left. I walked back into the house to see Sam and Kent sitting on the lounge in the living room, looking smug.

"Oh, shut up!" I laughed as I walked past them. They laughed, too.

They were right. I felt much more relaxed after my night with Ramone.