Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 15. 2024.
Vincent Guiseppe is lying in his bed, hands behind his head and the sheet resting across his lower body. With sunlight tinting his room with a yellow-orange glow, he stares up at the ceiling, thinking. Ever since Friday when he took notice of the new girl, he can't seem to get her off of his mind. The school he goes to is for the wealthy and since his appearance, no one could go up against him in anything that calls for physical fitness. 'They're all spoiled kids that laze around. What is there to challenge about them?' Then, this white-haired chick just shows up and forces him to break a fucking sweat.
Just who the hell is she?
"I have a few questions for you?" He told her.
"...I am not obliged to tell you anything." She said.
The way she speaks reminds him of someone and, odd enough, he gets the chills, hearing her voice resonate in his head, "Curiosity killed the cat." Just like then, he's becoming overly curious.
There's a knock at his bedroom door and knowingly, he doesn't respond, but waits for his father to state his business.
"Get up, Vincent. We have guests." He announces in a thick Italian lisp.
Meanwhile, it takes his son no time to rise and freshen up, Alessia is cuddled underneath her sheet, awake and groaning like a dying whale. Her first thought of the day is that Katya is cruel; only after Alessia was drunk off her ass, she told her about hangovers. Emitting sounds of pain, she swears to never be influenced by Kat again. She didn't even enjoy herself at the rave. It seems stumbling around in a hot crowd, dizzy as shit, with the never-ending urge to urinate is not her cup of tea.
Sitting up and clutching her forehead, she winces, squinting from the morning light of the sun that's flushing in through the open curtains. She doesn't even bother to wonder why they're pulled back and glares at her bedside table for her phone. There's a note beneath it with a glass of water and painkillers to the side.
"You were dead drunk last night." It begins in Katya's crab toe handwriting, "I know your hangover will be a killer so here's some pills and some water. I also pulled back the curtains because morning sun is good for you and it'll help to wake you up. Thanks for the weekend, Lexy. I wanted to stay, but I needed to go. Love you!
Katya~"
As much as the girl annoys her with her bouts of energy, she's still Alessia's only friend and is very much appreciated. Young Moskal finds herself smiling, before gulping down the pills. She prays they work as she gets up to do her morning routine, getting her day of body and mind care started.
• • •
Katya Sharpe hears a knock at her apartment door. Glancing down at her watch, she quickly throws it open, glaring at her boyfriend. "Why the hell were you at the club after I told you that I was gonna bring her there? I know she saw you."
"I'm sorry, love, but Saturday nights are my nights and that's my favourite club."
She grabs Alan Whittaker by the collar, pulls him in and locks the door. "You could've gone somewhere else for once." She grumbles before meeting his unwavering gaze. "You're lucky I like you."
She kisses him briefly and walks away, to which he smirks at her retreating figure. Her hips swaying seductively and luring him further into the apartment.