~𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂~

12. Marco

-𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞-

It was nine o'clock when Luca gave me a call, the bastard needed a ride from a party . I agreed and got in my car before I changed my mind and left my best friend to rot in a bar with the rest of the people in our school.

"DUDEEEE" his yelling made me wince, and I wasn't even the one drunk. I stared at him, his hair was messed up and half of his face and neck were covered in lipstick marks. I grimace, steadying him by the arm. 

"Why the fuck are you fucking around the night before our game?" I snap. He tugs at my arm, leading me inside the bar instead of out. 

I try to guide him in the other direction, but he ignores me. "Come. I want you to meet some of Leslie's friends" he cackles drunkily. I hated him when he was drunk, and he made more stupid decisions then when he was conscious which was impossible.

I sigh heavily, giving in. The smell of vodka and sweat invades my nostrils and I plug my nose a couple times, getting myself used to the smell. "Dude-"

He interrupts me by pointing frantically at a couple of girls huddled around Leslie. Her hair was wavy and long, and I groaned. "Why-am I here again?"

He gives me a lopsided grin, tugging me closer. When Leslie sees me her whole face lights up, so much, I think it's genuine. Is it? I swiftly look at her, her heels making her an inch shorter than me, her dress so tight it almost looked like a second skin. 

"Marco" 

"Leslie" the girls behind her giggle, like she's some kind of celebrity. I have the urge to roll my eyes, but I stand tall and pretend to be looking around. 

I make the mistake of letting go of Luca and when I turn around, he's eating a random girls face. Fucking hard core. 

I grimace and cough, not sure from what but probably the smell. "Take a picture with me" Leslie says over the music. I shake my head and she pouts. "You're no fun...just one?"

I sigh, knowing she wasn't going to let this go until one of us cursed each other out. I bring Luca to my side, making him face the camera. I flash a tight smile, and Leslie claps like a fucking toddler. "Yay thanks!" 

"Are you hard for Leslie right now?" Luca yells. My face and neck flush, and I cough loudly. When I look over at Leslie there's a knowing expression on her face. Fuck. What? I didn't like her like that. She's a fucking heart breaker.

"NO!" I yell back taking the cup he's about to sip and downing it myself. It feels good, the burn of my throat as the vodka slurs down it. "Finally loosening up" Leslie laughs. Her laughs angelic, in the way it makes me remember things. My mind freezes, and i'm stuck in a fucking flashback.

+*+Leslie laughing*+ "Please stop-st-stop!" she laughs, trying to get me to stop tickling her. I don't, I enjoy her laugh too much, the way the corners of her mouth lift so easily and her dimples pop up. I kiss her, placing her hands above her head. "I love you" I whisper. She stares at me, eyes filled with lust. "I love you too Marc" she smiles in the way I love, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that felt like forever. We could go on forever.

Leslie flashes me a sad grin, like she knows what i'm thinking. She doesn't she couldn't. She doesn't care about my feelings. I snap out of it when Luca tugs at my arm. "Dude-you zoned out" he slurs. 

"I'm taking him home" I say to Leslie. She grabs my arm just before I turn to leave. "Hm?"

"Drive safe okay?" she says gently. I nod, and she gives my arm a squeeze. What the fuck is happening? I step away from her grasp dragging Luca behind me, who's cackling like a mad man. "I thought you had a thing for the D'amore girl" he slurs.