"You really need to stop doing that face every time you see me. People are going to think you honestly hate me."
"And you really need to stay out of my life or you so obsessed that you can't?"
"I'm pretty sure you're the one obsessed principessa. I...
"I can see you staring there from across the block
With a smile on your mouth and your hand on your, Huh!
The story of us, it always starts the same
With a boy and a girl and a huh! and a game"
....
"Let's play a Love Game"
LoveGame - Lady Gaga
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After a few drinks I was feeling good. No more thoughts about what happened with Lorenzo or how I was feeling when he touched me. Like I said I was feeling good.
But to be honest I only managed not to think about earlier due to Lorenzo's disappearance.
I didn't see where he went after the dance floor thing and neither Laura or Ryder can say where he went.
So yeah, that really makes me more confident. Thank you Vittorio.
"God I'm not drunk enough!" I heard Laura's voice.
I look at her and raise an eyebrow. By the look in my face she burst out laughing.
"Stop being a prude A. Let's get more drinks down your throat." She doesn't let me respond, she simply takes my arm and drag me around the club so we reach the bar.
"Hey! Can we get four shots of TEQUILA!!" I let out a laugh for her excitement.
The bartender is quickly to pour our shots and when he's done, he gives me a extra shot and a wink.
Laura nudges me, while a give the bartender a small smile.
"He's hot!!"
"I'm not here for this, you know." She rolls her eyes.
"Yeah yeah." She grabs one of her shots and raise in the air. "To my badass friend, the witch of the courts."
We both laugh and down our shots. Not a minute later we drink the second one, then she nudges me to drink my third shot that the bartender give.
When I was ready to down it, my eyes got a glimpse of someone staring intensely at me. That makes me pause for a second to look better at the person.
My breath hitches when I see who it is. He has a drink in his hands and sly smirk on his face. His leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, making his muscles tightly wrap in his dress shirt.
He raise his glass to me and drinks the entire liquid inside. Seconds later he moves from his spot making me dumbfounded in place.
