My Dead Ex Girlfriend

Chapter 42

I never knew the last name of Alessandro. Thanks to Jacob I know his last name in which it is Bianchi. Alessandro Bianchi. I search him on Instagram. He is really famous on Italy. He is a model for Calvin Klein and for some Italian stores. He was good looking. Brown hair, brown eyes, I know why Quinn was seduced by him. I started following Alessandro, he never followed back but I never cared.

"Alessandro Bianchi." Said Jacob.

"He is the one." I said as I looked at Jacob's blue eyes.

"He can get any girl. That's was why Quinn had something with this guy." He looked serious and at the same time worried.

"They were never boyfriend and girlfriend, Jacob." I reminded him, Jacob rolled his eyes.

"I know. It is just, ugh! I hate that guy!" She punched the table from the cafeteria. "So," he calmed down, "you are going to Italy right?"

"Tomorrow."

"Alessandro will be in Milan for the fashion week. You must see him and talk with him."

"Why?" Why is Jacob asking me to talk with Alessandro? He doesn't know about Quinn's stories.

"This guy knows something. I know it for sure. He was in Malibu when she died." Does he know? "There is something connected in here."

"Connected?" I Asked as I drank a sip of water.

"I know, he need to tell you why he was in Malibu, and what he was doing that day."

"Okay... I'll ask, but I don't promise anything." I said at Jacob.

"Cool." He got up and left me alone. Jeff walked towards me, he finally left the football team alone.

"So, What were you talking about?"

"Does it matter?" I looked at Jeff.

"Dude, It was Quinn?"

"Maybe." I looked away.

"She's on a better place now Phillip."

Jeff couldn't understand that Quinn is gone in my life. She was there, she appeared to me, now she is gone. She is somewhere lost, that's why I need to figure out who killed her.

"Yeah, I guess you're right Jeff." Jeff smiled at me. "Why are you smiling?"

"Life! We need to take advantage of every second of life. What if Quinn never took advantage of life?"

"Trust me Jeff, she did. She became a model, walked on the Victoria's Secret fashion show, went alone to Italy and Greece, she lived life to the fullest."

"That's why we need to take advantage of it. So, I wanna smiling Phillip."

"Maybe later." The bell rang, I needed to go to Spanish. Thank God I'm the best on Spanish class.

****

"You got your things ready?" Asked my Mother.

"Ready to go." I Said. I took my suitcase and left it on the car. I had my backpack with me.

"Okay, are we ready to go?" Asked my father.

"Yeah!" My siblings said loudly. I didn't say a word.

We got into the car and drove to LAX. The trip was so long, but worth it. I listened some music while we were on the road. When we arrived to LAX, I took off my bad headphones. My dad parked the car on the airport. I got out of the car and took my suitcase. Me and my family walked to the airport. We did everything that a person could do on a airport, then we got into the plane. Headed to Florence.

"Mom, can I ask why are we going to Florence?" Asked Shannon.

"Your father business." She responded quickly.

The good thing was that I could go one day to Milan and ask Alessandro about Quinn.

"Mother," I Said looking at her, "Can I Go one day to Milan?"

"Why?" She asked changing her mood quickly.

"There's this fashion show I wanna watch."

"Since when do you like fashion shows?" Asked Shannon laughing at me.

"You are not going to Milan Phillip. We go as a team." My mother looked at Shannon madly. "Shannon! Don't forget to pray before the flight."

"Okay Mom." Shannon started praying. I hate that my mother makes us do things that we don't want to do.

"So, Milan is not an option?" I asked once again.

"Definitely not. By the way, you have treated me very badly these days, you can't go."

"You made me break up with Quinn and she died the day I broke up with her!" I Yelled. The people on the plane started looking at me. I felt embarrassed.

"And so what Phillip! She was a whore, whores doesn't date my kids!"

"Cool off!" Yelled Shannon.

"Fuck you."

"That's it Phillip! You are grounded! You won't go to Milan!"

"I wasn't going anyways!" I yelled back. I looked at the people that were watching me and my mother yelling. Those eyes in me made me feel really embarrassed. Suddenly those eyes started looking to another thing. People concentrated on themselves. Finally.

The airplane took off. We were already on the air. I fell asleep on the flight.

****

"Welcome to Italia." Said the guy on the hotel.

"Thank you." Said my mother. "Can you leave now please?" She asked on a rude way.

The guy left. I saw the bed in which I was sleeping. It was comfortable. I put my backpack on it and sat down.

"We are going to visit Florence, Phillip, you are grounded." Said my mother.

"Like I care." I Said looking to a magazine.

"You'll stay here."

"Fine." I didn't looked at her. She left the hotel room with everyone in my family. As I looked into the magazine, I looked at a photo shoot that Alessandro had. He was on 3 pages. He was modelling for Dolce Gabbana. He was an elite Model. I looked down on the page, it had the address to the fashion show in which Alessandro will be modelling. I left the magazine where it was. I took my backpack and checked if I had money. I have money, passport, licence, notebook, and some clothes. I took my backpack and left the room. I am going to talk to Alessandro.