The day I decided to change my life

Chapter 25: Travel

Luca stared at me as if I was the biggest traitor on earth.

"When is your birthday?"

"January 2nd."

He gasped and got up quickly, putting a hand over his chest dramatically. "And you didn't tell me?"

I was about to reply when he continued. "I would've dressed myself up as Marilyn Monroe and sing you happy birthday!"

"Wh-what?"

He stared at me and broke out laughing, even bending for support on his knees. "Oh my god, that would be hilarious."

I smiled in confusion and supported him with my hands on his arms.

"Seriously, though. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want anyone to know, I just- I hate the attention."

"That's so silly." He replied as if I just said something atrocious. "Would you let me invite you to dinner?"

"Luca-"

"Just you and me. You'll only have my attention." If he only knew. He smiled boyishly. "Come on."

I was reluctant for two reasons: First of all, I felt so bad for all the things he bought me already, I didn't want to add a dinner to that list. The second reason was because he might want to talk about 'the topic' and I knew we were going nowhere with it, so we would have to end whatever it is we had.

As usual, I did what he wanted. "Okay."

Smiling, he brought his face closer and I pushed his face back, covering his mouth with my hand. "Your friends are over there."

He licked my palm and I withdrew my hand, looking at him with a face of disgust.

"Your point being?"

"I don't want Martina to caught us again. Or worst, Ace."

Luca chuckled. "Are you scared of him?"

"No?" I replied, not really sure of it. I got out of the bathroom, Luca following suit.

"Wow, you did a great job, Riley!" Martina exclaimed. "You could cut Ace's hair-"

"That was so fucking funny, babe." Ace smiled tightly at her.

"I'm just saying." She shrugged. "You're the one complaining, I like your hair long."

"Enough about his mop of hair." Began Luca. "Am I hot again or what?" He made a girly pose and batted his eyelashes.

"The fact that you were ever hot is very debatable." Added Ace.

"Mimimi." Retorted Luca making a face before sticking out his tongue.

"You're fine." I muttered, rolling my eyes amusedly.

"Fine?" Luca stared at me wide eyed, again so dramatic. "Just fine?" He pursed his lips faking anger. "Come here."

"AH!" Wrapping his arms around my waist, he picked me up, placing my stomach on his shoulder. I hit his back so he let go off me but he began to walk towards his room.

"Dios mío, get a room you two!" I heard Martina shout.

"That's what I'm doing!" Luca yelled in reply.

By the time he threw me to his bed, I was as red as a tomato. He jumped on top of me and I hit his chest several times. "Don't fucking say that."

"Why?"

"It's embarrassing." I muttered.

"Well, don't you fucking say I look fine." His face getting closer.