"What happened between you two?" Rebecca asks me.
Currently she was painting my nails a pretty light blue colour as we sit on in the middle of her bed.
"Ivan never told you?"
She shakes her head 'no'.
"I slept with Emilio, while Boggi and Ivan went on that trip together..."
She looks up at me. Disbelief in her big blue eyes. Her hand flies up to clasp her mouth.
"No way." She says, her words muffled by her hand.
I nod my head, "Yep, that's what happened. Not that it meant anything though, it just happened."
"Wow, that's wow." Rebecca says.
She was speechless.
She finished my nails and put her nail polish away.
She sits back down in front of me.
"I just never thought Boggi could do something like that, to Emilio." I say as I think about Emilio's face.
"Mia, you know Boggi was never the good guy in relationships right."
I look up at her in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"Every girl he's been with always has some sort of story to their relationship. I don't know one girl he's been in a relationship more than a month. Boggi, he, tends to get aggressive without him knowing it, if you know what I mean."
I nod in understanding, "Wow..." I mutter.
"But with you, he's different," She places her hand on top of mine, "I can see. He's trying so hard not to be like his old self and it's showing. Just give him a chance okay."
I swallow, "Okay." I reply with a small smile.
She then lets out a yawn, "Aw shit, it's getting late."
I check the time on my phone. It's almost 11 at night.
"Oh shit, I didn't realize it was that late, my dad's probably freaking out right now."
"Tell him you sleeping over at me." Rebecca says as she opens up her bed to climb into.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes yes."
"Thank you."
That night I stayed awake.
I couldn't sleep.
That's when I heard a door open and close from downstairs.
I got up slowly from the bed, trying not to wake Rebecca up and walked over to her door which I successfully opened and closed without a sound.
When I looked over the balcony of the staircase, I saw the familiar black hoodie walking in and closing the door behind him.
"Emilio." I whisper.
He looks up and he sees me. He doesn't do or say anything but walks away.
I rush down the stairs to catch up to him.
I find him in the kitchen grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge.
"Hey, why do you keep running from me?" I ask him.
"What are you still doing here?" He casually asks.
"I asked the question first."
He doesn't answer me but takes a gulp from his water.
I roll my eyes slightly to show him I'm annoyed.
"I want to hear you." I lean against the kitchen island.
"We can't be talking about this right now." He shoves past me and into the lounge.
He switches the tv on and plops down on the sofa.
"Why? It's not like we doing anything."
He keeps his eyes on the tv screen and acts like I'm not standing in the room.
"Whatever, why do I even try." I mutter to myself.
I turn on my heel and begin to walk towards the staircase to go back to bed.
But I feel a hand grip my wrist.
I turn around and see Emilio.
"I'm sorry, okay..."
Is all he says, but I can see it in his eyes that he really means to be sorry.
I scan all the cuts and bruises on his face.
I lightly run my index finger on his bruised cheek and he hisses in pain.
"That looks like it really hurts." I comment.
He gives me a lopsided smile, "You think?"
I grab his hand, "Come on."
I lead him upstairs into the main bathroom.
"Sit here." I motion for him to sit on the sink counter which he then does.
"Where's your first aid kit?" I ask him and he tells me where to find it.
When I get it, I take out rubbing alcohol and some cotton pads.
I place some alcohol onto the pad and then stand in between Emilio's legs.
"Okay, this might sting a little." I tell him.
He just shrugs as he watches me.
I softly dab the pad onto all of his cuts and bruises.
Emilio doesn't flinch but instead he watches me.
"I really am sorry you know. I've caused you so much pain. What you and Boggi had-"
"What we had was just another typical relationship bump in the road. Don't worry about it, we're fine now." I cut him off.
I didn't want him to stress about it.
"Do you forgive me?" He asks.
I chuckle lightly and place a plaster on one of the cuts on his cheekbone.
"Yes, I forgive you." I then say.
He gives me a small smile.
"All done. I hope you like my masterpiece." I playfully say.
He hops down from the counter and looks at himself in the mirror, taking off his hoodie revealing his tousled hair.
He then turns to me.
"I love it. It looks even better now."
He looks at himself again, then turn to me.
"Thank you." He utters.
"Anytime."
