Lila’s POVBoth Enzo and Connie dropped me off at the academy where I went straight to Cassidy-Ann’s new office in the art section of the school. My entire heart was so heavy as I watched Enzo leave with Connie trailing closely behind him. I couldn’t believe they were actually leaving to go to the
“Another custom art piece is being requested,” I announced to her. “She’s going to send me the pictures she wants to be used.” “Okay, thank you, Lila,” she said to me, sounding pleased. I was glad to be back on her good side. Not that I was ever on her bad side; but I knew she was losing hope in m
Lila’s POV“What is wrong with you?” I asked as I followed Matty out of the art room. The class had ended, and he was one of the last students to lead the room. He looked at me with an expressionless face; actually, he looked more bored than anything. This only made me angrier. How immature could
The less they are left alone, the better. “Okay,” I finally said after a pause. “I have nothing going on tonight, so I’ll be there.” “Excellent!” Em said cheerfully, “Wear a bathing suit!” She turned to walk away, leaving Matty and me standing alone once again. I gave him a questionable look and
Enzo’s POV “Thanks for coming with me to the beach, Enzo,” Connie said, laying out on her stomach on the large blue beach towel. “I hate going to beaches alone.” “I didn’t really have anything better to do while Lila is at work,” I explained. I didn’t want to continue being a distraction
“Shit!!” She yelled and I could hear the panic in her voice as she attempted to cover herself. “My bathing suit is completely ripped!” She cried. Connie’s upper half was now exposed, and her bathing suit was destroyed. “Why didn’t you bring a change of clothes to the beach?” I asked if I cou
Lila’s POV That had to have been the most painful thing I have ever done. What was I thinking? Telling Enzo that I was going on a date. This was not a date. I was going out with some friends to a beach party. I wanted to invite Enzo, but I saw that he was a little preoccupied with Connie. Wh
My face grew even warmer, and I knew it was probably as red as a cherry. “Me getting wasted should be a good indication that I don’t drink often,” I said in return, folding my arms across my chest. “Fair enough,” he laughed. “So, how about a pina-colada? Girls usually like those type of drinks.”