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viva mexico

As the plane's wheels touched down, there was one final, heavy jolt, causing me to grip the rest and close my eyes. While some people clapped for the pilot, others were already frantically packing their things, eager to finally get out. It seemed like everyone but me. I would have loved to feel as excited about being in Mexico, enjoying the warm weather and sipping cocktails at the beach. But no, I was here to celebrate Christmas with my family - only, my family doesn't really live up to the term.

We were more like a mismatched group of narcissists, alcoholics in denial, followers and me - the so-called black sheep of the family. For years, I had almost nothing to do with them until this invitation came, one I couldn't refuse. My father rented a house right in the middle of Tulum and invited all my siblings, uncles and aunts. Just one problem: they all hated my guts. Mostly because I was the child from a previous marriage or more precisely, the daughter of my mother. They despised her for standing her ground against my abusive father, even when he beat the hell out of her and she had to be hospitalized. She was the best, if she were still alive everything would have been so different..

The ride from the airport to the house was long and bumpy, but the driver was really nice and helped me unload my things. The house was surrounded by a large stonewall and I stood in front of a big wooden gate. I rang the bell and shortly after, my father half-heartedly opened the door. I realized immediately that he was drunk and I mentally prepared myself for two weeks of hell.

The first three days passed relatively quietly, no one really paid attention to me and I had my peace. But on the evening of the third day, a huge argument broke out. Apparently I had taken the last  of the water and my father completely lost it. At one point, I just wanted to go back to my room and never come out again, but before I could turn around, I felt a sharp pain at my forehead. The glass shattered on the floor and drops of blood began  to gather on the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes and I ran to my room.

I knew I had to get out today and ideally drown my worries in liquor. Pretty quickly I found a party that was easy to reach by Uber. I went to the bathroom and dabbed some of the blood off my forehead, revealing a nasty cut. I didn't have the energy to properly take care of it and besides it's going to be dark anyway, I thought to myself. I got ready, changed my clothes and ordered the Uber. I sneaked out of the backdoor and quickly entered one of the corner stores to get some liquor. Shortly after I was sitting in the Uber with my headphones on and the bottle in my hand, forcing the liquor down my throat. It burned like hell, but at that moment, I didn't care.

When we arrived at the location, my head was buzzing from the alcohol, and I could hear the sound of music bumping through the jungle. I got out of the car and slowly made my way to the direction where the music came from. There were lights everywhere illuminating the jungle perfectly in purple and blue. A warm feeling washed over my body, indicating that I was drunk. I could now see a small stage, well hidden from the outside world, where people were dancing to melodic techno. There was also a huge bar on one side, a couple of lounges all around the venue where people were chatting and laughing and even some swings were dangling from the trees. I threw my bottle into the next bin and made my way into the crowd. And 20 minutes in, I was already dancing with some random friend group, who were visiting from the Uk.

After a while, I needed some fresh air, because even though it was outdoors, the air was extremely stuffy in the crowd. I sat a bit off to the side on a large swing and took out my cigarettes. As I take the first drag, I leaned back on the swing and admired the countless stars, my legs softly dangling in the air. In the distance, I faintly heard a soft voice over and over again until, suddenly, it snaps me out of my trance. With blurred vision, I make out a figure in front of me. „Are you alright there?", the soft voice asked me. And before I knew it, the figure crouched down and I felt two hands on my knees, squeezing them gently.

And then I met her gaze - two large, almost black orbs looked deeply into my eyes, with genuine concern written in them. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, perfectly framing her face and the soft glow of the stars highlighted her many freckles. I was completely mesmerized by her beauty and didn't notice that I was staring like an idiot. It wasn't until I heard a small chuckle that I snapped back to reality. „Umm omg, I'm sorry", I quickly apologized. „Yes I'm completely fine, I was just enjoying the stars. But thanks for your concern", I hastily added, my embarrassment evident. She chuckled once again and gave my knee a final squeeze before standing up again. „Well then, mind if I join you for a second?", she asked with a smirk. I nodded way too enthusiastically, but she didn't seem to care. Happily she took a seat besides me on the swing and before she could take out her own, I offered her a cigarette. She raised her eyebrows with a smile, before taking the cigarette with her slender hand and bringing it to her lips. „I see, you are a real gentlelady", she teased while lighting up her cigarette. And I, of course, blushed violently at her comment, but the faint lighting had my back. I just shrugged my shoulders chuckling lightly.

„Why is such a charming girl like you, here all by herself?", she asked after taking another drag. I turned my head towards her and met her gaze again. I swear to god I know that face from somewhere, I thought to myself. „Well, I came here to get some fresh air because I almost suffocated in the crowd. Also, I think I just found the most beautiful place here", I answered, while proudly tapping the swing under me. She shook her head while softly laughing. „Those are indeed two very valid points."„And what about you?", I asked her. „I guess I'm trying to avoid my friends", she shrugged nonchalantly. I was a bit taken aback by her honesty, but not in a bad way. „Oh let me guess, they're only here to get super drunk and engage in superficial conversations", I just blurted out, the alcohol clearly boosting my confidence. But before I could apologize, she spoke up in disbelief. „Damn, you've literally summed it up perfectly. Who are you?", she squeezed her eyes shut in a fake suspicious manner.

„My name is Y/N", I played along and extended my hand. „It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N, care to know my name?", she smirked at me while taking my hand. My whole body froze at her touch for a moment and suddenly it got even hotter than it already was. Her hand was still clasped in mine and I swear, her eyes were kind of sparkling. „Of course I want to know your name", I finally managed to respond. She grinned mischievously as though she could read my thoughts. „I'm Jenna", she spoke in a more intimate voice, while literally staring into my soul, the grin still on her face.
And suddenly it dawned on me, I'm sitting next to Jenna fucking Ortega..