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"Hey, let's go. No need for depressing moods." Ayla smiled hopefully at me.
After the game, i was cold. Silent. Moodless.
Of course my best friend would notice my emotion. She pulled me aside as we were walking back to our dorm to get ready for the party later, and asks what was wrong.
I don't know what was wrong.
I was just... sad.
No meaning behind it.
Just in a shit mood.
Ayla forced me into a tight, silver, glittery dress that she paired with a silver bag. She wore a light blue sparkly dress with a blue necklace to go with it.
"Come on. Let's go to our brothers party's so we can get drunk." She grabbed onto my hand and pulled me through the girls hallways. We walked down the stairs as the music got louder and louder.
"Luca!" Ayla called out from the bottom of the stairs. We spotted him sitting on the one forrest green couch closest to us next to one of the fires.
He spun his head around, and looked and Ayla and I. He licked his bottom lip and smirked, "You girls look gorgeous." He got up, and walked towards us.
"How are you both?" He asked as he gave Ayla and I a kiss on the cheek.
The dumb blonde on my right turned to look at me with a worry glint in his eyes. She put her head down, "I'm fabulous, i can't say anything for Scarley."
Luca looked at me with his eyebrows knitted together, "You alright princess?" He wrapped his arms around my small figure and pulled me into a tight embrace.
I rested my head on his shoulder, "I don't know. Just not feeling the best." I mumbled.
He kissed my forehead multiple times, then pulled away a hd grabbed my hand. "Your staying with for tonight. I don't want any guys trying to get in your pants when your like this."
I huffed and smiled up to him.
Ayla spun on her heel, "I'm gonna go and get us drinks."
Luca escorted me back to the couch he was sat at, "What's the matter my love? Who hurt you? Who do i have to mutilate?" He asked as he swung an arm around my shoulder.
