A girl who has transferred to a new school after her parents disappearance and is now living with her Aunt and Uncle.. She was born into a family with alot of money but that doesn't stop her from grieving her lost parents. She struggles to meet new...
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This feels so unreal. I've been on boats but not a massive yacht, it even has a pool. I'm drunk and my arms are in the air with a plastic red cup filled with whatever alcohol i could find, pink gin maybe with a mix of something.
Bailee is behind me, we are dancing on each-other so men don't try and touch us, that still doesn't work. The amount of times i've had to push them away is ridiculous.
The music and alcohol is starting to overwhelm me as the crowd huddles closer. I tell Bailee i am going to get another drink but i do the opposite and place my cup down.
I start tripping over my own feet, these heels are worth it though.
"Careful darling you need my arm to lean on." A voice i've never heard of before. I look up and then down, i'm used to looking up and Gio because he is so tall. There is normally always a height difference as i'm 5' but Gio is around 6'. This guy is different he is nearer my height. I've never seen him in my life.
"No i don't need any help thank you." Yes, yes i do need help but i am not taking it from a stranger, i can't trust drunk men enough, don't think i ever could.
I send another text to Gio, i know he would be here. If Quinn set this party up in his yacht Gio wouldn't be far.
Finally someone who can actually be of help.
"Quinn." I basically fall on him. He is someone i can trust with my life, just not with a skateboard.
"Woah you alright.." He catches me before i plummet to the floor.
"Giovanni, where is he?"
"Last time i checked he was in the back somewhere." Knew he was here. Just have no clue why he left so suddenly at dinner and why he hasn't replied since. Nothing makes sense.
I slowly make my way to the back of the yacht, hoping my eyes aren't black underneath from rubbing them because of my mascara. At least it will go with my smokey eye look.
I try out shout his name but it comes out as a whisper. My eyes getting more tired and my legs hurt. I'm glad i picked these heels and not taller ones.
I see this black door with a gold handle. The other rooms i checked were bedrooms with people doing not very appropriate things in.
The handle is stiff and i push the door. Right when i open the door i see a room full of people, it's hot and the sounds of people lips together is driving me insane. My vision is blurry and everything is in slow motion, my cherry red nails and digging into my palms but i can't feel the pain, i've been with pain so long it feels numb.
Scattering my vision across the room my eyes fall onto Gio, His hair has drips of sweat falling off, his top is a low cut, you can see his muscles tensing, his eyes an azure colour, even in the dimness of the room i can see the light in his eyes, the ones i follow. His defines jawline has.. a random girl whose lips attached to his cheek. His face doesn't change, his body tense.
Now my body is stuck to the floor, i feel as if i'm in quicksand, if the ground swallowed me in this moment i wouldn't mind, I'm wishing for it to happen.
Finally, his sapphire eyes meet mine, rage and sadness seep through my skin. He gets up nearly knocking the girl over when he spots me. His body is coming towards me but i turn on my heel and walk as fast as i can, with the alcohol running through my veins, his royal blue eyes in my mind and my heart which feels too fast to be beating, is it even beating?
Too much in too little time. I need Bailee, i need to find her, i need to go home. If i could run home i would but i would never make it without somebody finding me on the side of a road.
I feel sick because i can't be jealous as he's not mine but i kindly invited him round and he hasn't texted me since, is that all i mean to people, not even a proper goodbye can be shown?
My eyes hurt from trying to stop the tears, i can't keep crying. That's when i feel my feet swiftly getting taken off the ground. It's not Gio, his scent hasn't surrounded me yet, he's too far, he probably didn't even make it out the door. He's still back there without a care.
I was thrown over someone's shoulder, the short guy who asked if i needed a hand.
"Put me down, now! Bailee!" Where is Bailee? I need her right now.
He isn't putting me down, i'm sure he didn't even hear me, my throat hurts i could barely shout.
Everything is spinning, my head hurts, i don't know what is happening to me. Maybe he is being nice and taking me to Bailee? But i was wrong.
The next thing i know is my body coming into contact with the water. It's cold and my body which was sweating is now shivering. I know how to swim but when my eyes are closed and i can't seem to open them frightens me, everything is black. I try to swim to the surface but my body full of alcohol in my acid lined stomach is making me too tired to swim, too tired to save myself.
Everything is dark, it's quite under the water, i can only just mange to hear the people in the yacht shouting at me to come up or flashes of phone lights trying to find me in the sea at night. It's impossible with my body floating lower and lower, i can't hold on, i can't swim my body is too tired.
As the noise starts the quiet down i hear a faint splash in the water. It seems so far away from me but it's not. Somebody comes in contact with me, arms are pulling me into his chest, Gio. I don't want it, i don't want his arms to carry me to the surface, if i could swim away i would but i can't, my eyes can barely open. His chest is warm even in the water. This is the closest we have been in some time, physically. His arms wrapped around me trying to get me onto the boat.
I feel Bailee's arms wrapping me up in a towel, sitting me up so i don't choke. I then throw up, everywhere.. how much more embarrassing can i be. Everyone steps away.
I hear Quinn shout for everyone to back off.
I'm crying in Bailee's lap, why, i don't know but it just feels right. Out of everything that's happened that's the only thing i can do, even if i'm too tired to cry the tears bubble up and my throat feels tight.
Giovanni is looking down to me, kneeled on the floor, his eyes are so big and full of worry but i shut my eyes so i don't have to look at his.
