Rise Up

Chapter 5: Holiday with the girls

"Put away this fucking Nike, Kiara!"

"Michelle, please stop screaming!"

"You can't wear this beautiful skirt with these trainers! Blaire would be so disappointed!"

Of course she had to mention our obsession with Gossip Girl.

"I'm not wearing these stupid heels, so just give up."

"But why? They're amazing."

Are they?

"First they're a real torture, then I don't know how to walk on these and last, but not least, my knee is already hurting, I don't want you carrying me on your back later tonight because I can't properly walk due the pain"

"C'mon, it wouldn't be the first time" I chuckled remembering these hilarious events on our past nights.

"Ok, have you finished this stupid discussion? Are you finally ready to get wasted?" My other friend, Lara, asked, with her cheeks already rose, from the first drink we had as soon as we entered our room.

We landed just a few hours ago in Croatia, where we're gonna spend a week in this great touristic village on the sea, and we were already ready to leave our room to spend the night celebrating our reunion, something not so usual lately because of our studies and jobs.

"This place is amazing!"

It really is. It's a disco but not in the typical small dark room where usually go too many people, without being able to breath, this was on the beach, with lots of fresh air around us.

I'm glad I didn't give up with Michelle about the heels, this way I'll be able to get downstairs on the beach to smoke a cigarette, away from my friends that don't approve, without risking to break another leg on the stairs.

"Ok girls, first round is on me!"

"And also the second and the third Kiara! You're the rich one here!"

I laughed so hard at Magda's comment- I'm not poor but not that rich either.

"Tequila?" I asked with a grin on my face.

After a few minutes, we were sat on some white sofas in a quiet spot on the balcony just upon the sea, chilling and chatting, while waiting for our drinks. The waiter came with our shots but suddenly stopped me when I pulled my phone from my back pocket to pay.

"That guy down there offered this round" He said, brushing nervously the back of his neck.

"What? No, absolutely no, thanks."

Who the hell is this dude?

I tried to look through the dancing crowd to spot some familiar faces but I'm wearing my contact lenses since this morning, so my vision is not that cleared anymore. The waiter smiled and gave me a piece of paper. I thought it was the bill, but no, it was a small folded paper with a message. I grabbed it and thanked the guy. Then I sat next to my friends and decided to read it.

"I see you didn't leave the hot on your holiday- you're amazing. L ;)"

I can't believe my eyes.

Michelle took the paper from my hands and she reacted the same way: mouth wide opened and shock trough her eyes. I took back the paper and I got up from the couch- I really need to find him. Something not too difficult as his bright smile was shining through the crowd.

He's wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and some more black pants- he's so fine with his dark outfit and the skin already a bit sunbathed. He's currently talking with another guy that seemed familiar, at a table similar to ours and filled with bottles and other people I assume are his friends.