The not-so-perfect story of an Italian Summer

Chapter 3

I'm still mulling over the events from this evening as I enter King's 'discoteca'. That stupid jerk really bothered me. "Are you really still thinking about him? Oh, come on Laura, forget him! Let's just have fun tonight!" says Elisa while adjusting her long sleeved yellow with floral patterns crop top. She obviously knows exactly what, or who to be more exact, was bothering me because that's just how well us best friends know each other. Or maybe she just heard me complain about how much of an ass Mister Oh-I-Am-So-Hot is for the millionth time just a few seconds ago. She does have a point though. I need to stop thinking about his sexy chest- bad Laura! - I mean, about his rude behaviour. Even if it's only to spite him, I am going to have lots of fun tonight!

Once inside the club, I am immediately blinded by the strong stroboscopic lights. A gigantic mass of people is swaying to the loud music. Enormous screens with 'YOLO' written on them adorn three out of the four walls of the room I am in. In front of the fourth wall, there is a crazy loocking DJ who is dropping some sick beats. I immediately drag Elisa onto the dancefloor and start swaying to the music. I already love this place. Elisa on the other hand, definitely looks like she wouldn't mind being somewhere else. She is awkwardly trying to move to the beat, but it is obvious that this is not really her comfort zone. "Come on girl! Loosen up a bit!" I shout over the music laughing, but my appreciation for her grows even more. She brought me here even though she hates doing this kind of things because she knew I would love it here. "I'm just still trying to get the hang of this whole dancing thing! You know I suck at it!" she shouts back smiling.

We keep on moving around the dancefloor shaking and jumping to the beat for a while. "I'm thirsty! I am going to get myself a drink! Do you want something to drink too?" I can barely hear Elisa's question in the midst of all the chaos. "Nah, I'm fine!" I answer loudly, so that she can hear me over the noise. She nods and then leaves in the direction I assume the bar must be.

I do a body roll and then slightly turn to my left. Immediately my eyes land on a guy who seems to be staring at me. His face is very familiar... I can barely believe it. It's Mister Everyone-Is-Attracted-To-Me from earlier today! Why did he have to be here? I mean, I get it, this is one of the most known 'discoteche' of Jesolo, but couldn't he just have gone to another one for today? Or at least not have noticed me? Because he clearly noticed me. His face scrunched up in a frown for a few moments before his signature smirk returned. And now he is walking towards me!

I definitely do not want to confront him again. As dreamy as he may look with his messed-up hair and in that black T-shirt clinging to his abs, I've already established him to be an ass. Therefore, I start backing away. I try sliding away and hiding in the crowd so that I was out of his line of sight. I move towards the back of the room while checking over my shoulder for the location of my persecutor. Soon enough I reach the wall. Since I can't see him anywhere, I dare consider myself safe. I stop and breath.

"Caught you! I knew I had seen you tigrotta." comes a voice behind me. "Damn! You scared me!" I turn around after quickly recovering from the fright and there he is, as handsome as ever. He's laughing at me, once again, as he oh-so-casually leans in and puts his hand on the wall close to my head. His face turns serious again. "What are you doing here?" he asks. As if it was any of his business. "Enjoying the music, dancing... you know, the things one usually does at a disco." I answer. Now he's looking at me annoyed. "That's not what I meant. Why are you here? Are you following me? I already told you I'm not interested." he tells me harshly, but his lips seem to quiver into a smirk on the last sentence before he returns to frowning at me. "Firstly: no way in hell am I following you. As previously stated: the disinterest is mutual! It is! Don't smirk like that. I'm here because my friend brought me here to enjoy the night, and I have every right to be." I am already fed up with his attitude and outraged by what he just suggested. Me, following him? Never! I'd prefer to get my eyes carved out than to spend my precious time following such a full-of-himself asshat around.