Viviana p.o.v.

Sometimes the most normal situation becomes strange.
I went there just to get drunk and now I’m talking with a pretty nice guy, who is probably British.
“What’s your name?”
I snapped back at his question.
“My name is Viviana Ortega, nice to meet you and thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Are you Mexican?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have any accent.”
I laughed.
“The bitch didn’t speak Spanish at home, but I choose it as a language in high school.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Who is the bitch?”
“My mother.”
The music started to be too loud for me, I can’t follow a conversation with all this crappy noise around me.
“Why don’t we go outside? I started to hate this music.”
He nodded.
We went to the cashier, bought two bottles of beer and paid everything, than we went outside.
We chose to sit on a bench, next to a big tree and pretty far from the crowd.
“Why do you called your mother a bitch?”
“Because she never cared about me, she only cares about my sister in a sick way.”
“Was she abusive?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, my sister was forced to become a model and quite often she beat her when she didn’t do what she want. We hate her.”
“Uhm, I’m sorry.”
“Where are you from?”
“Manchester.”
“I bet you were British.”
I smiled.
“Yeah, the accent is pretty clear. I’m here on holiday, at home I’ve got a band named the 1975.”
“Cool! I like musician when they are not liars.”
“I don’t understand.”
I sighed.
“Well, easy to say. My sis finally quit with her model’s career and become a guitar tech. Tony Perry guitar tech. When the things got too shitty at home I reached her.
I fell in love with Jaime Preciado, but it seems that for him I am a sort of a filler after he broke up with his girl.”
“Oh, sorry.
Well, I’m not a liar. You are pretty nice.”
“This is a lie.”
I stated, making him laughed.
“No, it’s not but I see where you come from and I know why you don’t feel beautiful.”
My cheeks became red and he noticed it.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. All that I wanna say is that is not easy to be always compared to a model.”
I avoided eye contact, lost for a while in bad memories.
“No, it isn’t. Sofia hates to be a model, she’s got some issues to fight with, but I’ve got issues too. I know I can count on her, but for a strange reason I can’t talk to her and I’m annoying a stranger.”
He made a strange gesture, like he chased away some invisible flies.
“I love listening people’s stories, we are all unique and I don’t wanna miss any of the story of the humanity.”
My head became cluttered, I didn’t understand that much his last answer. Maybe he’s a kind of bizarre intellectual.
“Do I confuse you?”
“Yes, to be honest.”
He smiled shyly.
“It’s not strange, you are pretty drink and I’m pretty complicated, maybe we can talk when you are sober.”
“I think it’s a good idea.”
We exchanged phone numbers, probably we’ll never call each other again, but maybe not. I try to got up from the bench but I couldn’t stay on my feet and I fell again on the bench.
Shit! There’s no bueno.
How can I drive in this conditions?
“You are too drunk to drive.”
“I am and that’s a problem. How can I come home?”
“Do you trust me?”
I looked into his eyes, they were hypnotic.
“Yeah.”
I slurred.
“Okay, if you want I can drive you home.”
I stayed silent for a while, he seemed a good guy and he never try to take advantage of me, despite how drunk I was, so maybe he wasn’t dangerous.
The last think I wanted was to be raped by a maniac or to be killed.
“Okay, I trust you.”
He gave me an hand and helped me made my way to his car. He opened the door and I plopped down on the passenger seat, he sat on driver’s seat and started the car.
I gave him the indications for Tony’s mansion, in twenty minutes he stopped the car outside the gate.
“So you weren’t lying! You’re really related to Pierce The Veil.”
“Yeah, My sister is Tony Perry’s girlfriend now.”
“Can you jump down?”
“I think nope.”
He unlocked the bet and came out from the car just to help me walking, but my knees didn’t want to help me. They were shaking and I could stay on my feet again.
The idea of getting drunk was not so good in the end.
He lifted me up in bridal style and carry me home, he knocked on the door and I saw a confused Sofia gave a look at him.
“Hello, this is your sister and she is pretty drunk so I drove her home.”
“Oh, thank you…”
“Matt, my name is Matt.”
“Okay. TONY, COME HERE!”
She shouted and Matt handed me to Tony.
“Thank you very much for bringing her home.”
“No problems. You are welcome.”
Than Matt left.
God, why can’t he stay?
Maybe because I’m drunk, I answered to myself while I was puking.
Now all I needed was to sleep and a little hope that he called me again. I still loved Jaime – and it hurt – but I’m also fascinated by Matt.
It seemed the beginning of a mess.

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