I walked into the house greeted by my dad and Maria.
Dad looks relieved that I'm home and Maria stands next to him with her arms crossed over her chest with a look of disgust on her face.
What's her problem?
"Mia, don't ever scare me like that again." Dad walks over to me and embraces me.
"I'm sorry okay. I just needed to get out of the house a bit."
"Mia, your face...What happened?"
I look over at Maria who glares at me with hard eyes.
I was so going to snitch on her.
"Why don't you ask your 'lovely' wife?"
Dad then looks over at Maria.
"I would never, you got to believe me. You know she despises me." Maria begs.
That bitch.
"Dad-"
"That's enough, Mia. I know you don't really like Maria but that doesn't mean you have the right to accuse her of hitting you."
"Seriously? You going to choose her over me, your own daughter?"
"Mia-"
"Forget it. I'm going up to my room. I'm really tired."
Without saying another word, I walk past them upstairs to my room.
I took a much needed shower and dressed in some fresh clothing.
I plopped down onto my bed and took my phone off from the charger going into Instagram.
I didn't want to be weird or anything but I searched up Boggi.
There he was with millions of followers. Half a million likes on each post.
He's famous?
I did some more research on Ivan and Emilio.
The Martinez Twins.
I felt so stupid. How did I not notice them?
No wonder Boggi had said 'no one ever has his phone number'.
The way I felt towards Boggi was so different right now.
I clicked on the follow button and followed Boggi, Ivan and Emilio.
Would they think I'm weird for following them? I'm sure they probably wouldn't even know. They get hundreds of follows in a day.
I went into my contact list and saw Boggi's number.
I wanted to talk to him. I really did.
But would it be weird of me to message him so soon?
"Fuck it." I mutter to myself.
Me: Hey.
It's sent. It's delivered. No turning back now.
After a few minutes of anxiously waiting, my phone vibrates and Boggi's name pops up on the screen.
He's calling me. Do I pick up or let it go to voicemail?
I didn't want to be rude.
I slide my thumb across the screen to answer the call.
My heart raced as I placed the phone up against my ear.
"Hello? Mia are you there?"
"Boggi, hey! H-How are you?" I ask in a rush.
He chuckles.
"I'm good, thank you. How about you? Your cheek doing alright?"
"I'm good. My cheek, it's still a bit sore, but it's alright."
"That's good. I see you found me on Instagram..."
Shit. I mentally facepalm myself.
"Yeah...Just curious I guess." I pace up and down the bedroom floor.
"That's okay, ha ha...So, I was thinking, maybe we could meet up again sometime. Maybe get some Starbucks together."
I chew on my bottom lip, thinking about his offer.
"It's totally up to you though."
"Boggi, I would love to hang out with you again..."
"Well great then...Starbucks tomorrow morning?"
"Tomorrow sounds great."
"Good. I'll pick you up at 10."
"Cool. It's a date." I cringe at myself.
He chuckles awkwardly.
"Sure...I'll see you tomorrow then."
We then say our goodbyes and hang up.
I fall down onto my bed looking up at the white ceiling.
Butterflies fluttered all around my stomach, the apples of my cheeks hurt from the smile I had plastered on my face.
That night I woke up with glass shattering downstairs.
I checked the time on my phone. It was midnight.
I then heard muffled yells through my bedroom door.
It was my dad and Maria, they were arguing.
This was normal. Maria would always catch on some shit, they argue and somehow dad always tends to forgive her.
I don't see what my dad sees in her.
I plug my earphones in and played some music to help me fall asleep.
The next morning I woke up. Today was the day I get to see Boggi again.
The thought of seeing him again made my stomach do a weird flip. I was excited.
I checked the time on my phone and it was 9 o clock.
I still had enough time to get ready.
I walked downstairs in my pajamas and went to the kitchen. I needed a cup of tea. Tea was my favorite hot drink. I would choose it over coffee anyday.
I found my dad sipping on his coffee, dressed in his pajamas as well, focused on his work tablet. It was a Sunday morning and dad does not work on Sundays.
"Morning." Dad greets me.
"Where's Maria?" Not that I care. I ask him as I pour the boiled water into a cup with a teabag and sugar.
"Maria went out to do some grocery shopping. She wanted to do it alone this morning, because well..."
"I heard you guys last night. I know." I turn and lean against the counter taking a sip of my tea.
"You heard that huh?" He asks.
I nod.
"Your cheek looks better today. If she ever touches you again."
"I thought you didn't believe me."
"Mia, you're my daughter why wouldn't I believe you?"
"Thanks, dad. Shoot! I need to get ready. I'm going out with a friend this morning if that's okay with you."
"Not to sound rude but you never had a friend since we moved here...who is this friend?" Dad asks hopeful.
"Uh, you'll meet him. He's picking me up real soon. He's real nice, you'll like him."
"Oh, it's a 'him'." Dad teases.
"Omg dad!" I say as I jog up the stairs to get ready.
