one night?

chapter 33

Riya shut her eyes and crossed her arms, hesitating for a moment. "I'll tell you."

"I'm waiting," I said, my patience wearing thin.

"A friend of mine hooked up with Rafael literally a week ago, but maybe I'm wrong," she whispered in my ear. The information was hard to swallow.

"Are you 100% sure it was him? Did you see a photo? Have you met him before? I need receipts," I demanded. If we were going to tell Sofia, it had to be with utmost care and solid evidence.

"I met him already," Riya explained, "in the club with my friend, who later left with him."

"That means either he doesn't remember you, or he knows you know and is begging for your silence."

"Oh, that asshole!" she said, staring at him sitting with Sofia in a booth. Riya and I could see her smile was genuine, innocent.

I sighed. "It hurts because she's really happy."

"Maybe she knows," Riya suggested.

"I don't think she does," I said, crushing her hope.

"You knew the guy, would you give him a second chance?" Riya asked. It was a question that hit close to home. Was it truly a mistake from Rafa, or was he just like that? My mind wavered between Sofia's life and my own.

I shook my head in frustration and diverted from the topic. "Don't even ask me that."

"Oh my gosh, right!" Riya said, her mind clicking into place. "I'm sorry for not asking more about it right now, but do you think I should confront him?"

"Yes, but when?" I was actually relieved she didn't dig deeper.

"Obviously not right now," Riya gasped. "Maybe you could talk to him?"

"I haven't talked to him in years!" I exaggerated. It would be so awkward.

"Camila, seriously! Come on, this is Sofia," she tried to reason with me. "We need to know the details before telling her."

"I don't know... Maybe I could text him, say it was weird to see him tonight?" I rolled my eyes as I reluctantly agreed.

"Yes! Yes!" Riya hugged me enthusiastically. "You're amazing!"

"Yeah, yeah, now move I need a drink," I said, gesturing to the newly empty stools at the bar.

"Okay, okay." Riya walked over, but just as she was about to sit, someone squeezed in before her. She jumped back, and I, enraged, put myself in front of her to confront him.

"Excuse me, do you have any manners?" I asked, my tone full with passive-aggression.

"Excuse you, maybe your friend should sit faster," he replied, his audacity infuriating me. His british accent was thick and matched his british boy look. His pretentious blonde hair and blue eyes were typical and basic of his species.

"My friend was perfectly fine; you're just an asshole." I lightly shoved him, pressing my finger into his chest.

"Tom," he said out of nowhere. I stared at him, confused. "You're an asshole, Tom."

"Well Tom, you're an asshole. I think you and your friend can stand for a little while longer," I suggested through gritted teeth.

"You know what? I am a gentleman, so yes, please sit." Tom grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap. His grip was firm, holding me down, making it impossible to escape.

"You're not the chair I want, Tom," I said, crossing my arms.

"I could be," he replied, loosening his grip to look at my face. "Maybe if you give me your number..."

"Is this how you ask for my number? What happened to a casual introduction? " I wondered aloud. "You don't even know my name! Riya, can you—"

"What is it then?" He asked with a serious face. I looked for Riya but he and Tom's friend disappeared to somewhere else.

"Camila." I didn't think giving him my last name.

"Beautiful name." His blue eyes and blonde hair didn't seem so basic now.

"You say that to every girl." I concluded out loud to remind me of his character.

Tom sighed, "not really just you. I'm actually quite the relationship man."

"Is that so?" I had to fight the urge to match his accent."No offense, but you just come across as a snobby British boy with a thing for Spanish girls."

"I actually live in Madrid y hablo perfectamente español. Mi madre es de Mallorca y la he venido a visitar. (and I actually speak spanish perfectly. My mom is from Mallorca and I came to visit her.)" My jaw dropped as I heard him speak spanish fluently.

"You're nicer than I thought" I asked curious. 

"I occasionally steal chairs in order to fill the void in my heart but nothing too crazy."

"Oh so I'm not special? You always steal chairs?" I gasped dramatically, "I thought we had something."

"They have never sat on my lap for this long so your thought isn't completely wrong." He joked and his laugh was raspy, just like I imagined

"Also I don't have a thing for Spanish girls." He made a face. "My last two girlfriends were Portuguese so I thought I should broaden my horizons."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "of course." 

"My accent comes from my father and I went to a boarding school in Cambridge." Tom seemed way much nicer than I had assumed.

"So I'm not wrong about the snobby part." Even with my side comments I didn't notice any sign of nervousness from him.

"I will give you that but just because you are very captivating." My cheeks became rosy and suddenly me sitting in his lap made me realize my situation. I stood up and faced him with his face somewhat close to mine.

I wanted to let him know, "My boyfriend told me that." 

"Is he accompanying you in this trip?" He asked with determination.

"No..." I answered intrigued for his reply.

"So we have a lot of time to get to know each other" He shocked me with his desire for me.

I sat in the newly empty chair beside him and we both rolled around facing the bar. "I guess we do." 

"So I told you about me, now you tell me about you." He ordered two drinks and kept looking at me, exited to learn about me.

"There's not much to know. I'm from Madrid raised and born and my parents were overall decent but we don't talk much now."

"Do you have a place here in Mallorca?" He could carry off the conversation really well.

"No, I mean yes. It's my family's beach house but I'm here with my two best friends." Tom was actively listening to everything I was saying for some reason I felt like I could tell him things.

"That's nice so you're almost a local." Tom flattered me.

"I wouldn't call myself that but I know Palma." I smiled.

"I've never been here, but I guess it's kind of weird that on my first day I'm in an Irish pub." 

"I fear we have the same humor." We laughed in unison, "as long as tomorrow you visit the true Palma you're fine."

"Well I'm going to this white party tomorrow, hopefully that makes up." He concluded.

"Not really but I like the effort." I chuckled a little bit and sipped on my drink. "Wait are you going to the one in Magaluf?" 

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there was something weird with the chapter so I had to re-write it, but thank you for reading and sorry it has been taking so long to take out chapter.