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.”
Enzo’s POV “Are you ready to go?” Connie asked as she came out of the bathroom. I turned to face her, still holding the pill bottle in my grip, she had yet to notice. “What are these?” I asked, holding up the bottle for her viewing. Her eyes adjusted to the bottle in her hands, and it was li
“Please, don’t be mad at me,” she cried. “I’m so sorry, Enzo. I was going to tell you, but—“ “I need you to leave.” I turned away from her, unable to stomach looking at her. I was going to do something I was definitely going to regret if she didn’t leave right now. “What?” She asked, pain clea
Lila’s POV “Do you want another drink?” Matty asked, leaning over as we sat in the beach chairs in front of the roaring bonfire. The heat of the bonfire was starting to get to me a little bit and my head was already spinning a little after the pina colada I just drank. “Maybe just one mo
But now I’m not so sure. I took another sip of this drink; it was delicious despite knowing I probably shouldn’t be driving anymore. The last thing I needed was for Enzo to be called to take me home again. I can’t live with that humiliation yet again. “I’m glad we could talk and start over,”
Enzo’s POV “What did you give her?” I asked between my teeth, staring at this pathetic guy that was trying to take Lila away. He had dropped Lila from his arms as soon as I neared them; I could see the fear in his eyes. He was pathetic. What Lila was doing with Buffoon, I hadn’t the slightest
Lila’s POV A full scholarship! I wasn’t expecting this and I’m hardly sure what to say at this moment. I just stared at him dumbfounded with my mouth hanging open. My heart thudded violently against my chest, and it took everything I had not to hug him on the spot. Leroy continued to explai
“He’s kind of just been doing his own thing,” I admitted. “He usually takes me to work if he’s able and we go to dinner and stuff. But I’ve been so preoccupied with work that we hardly see each other.” “Oh, that’s unfortunate,” my mother said, and I knew she was frowning. “Is there something on yo