*Its our second day in Ibiza. *

Shayla my bestfriend slams her hand to make a statement on the table “Come on Bells! its been 2 fucking years now….get over that piece of shit”

“i am over him…im just not ready for the emotional drama a new relationship might cause…” i mutter in a tipsy tone

Marc leans over Shayla slurring “Cariño can you fight later..? Just continue with the game..”

Franco chuckles and spins the bottle. It lands in my direction

Shayla smirks at me, raising her eyebrows “Truth or Daree babygirl?!”

i roll my eyes ”ahh fuck it…Dare.” While i chug down another glass of Tequila, the alcohol burning my throat

All my friends laugh mischievously Franco yells out “Bells…see that white t-shirt guy..? Ask him out for a date..”

”Have you guys lost it-“

Shayla pushes me off my chair “just goo Bellacitaa!”

i walk over to the guy

”Excuse me…Sir?” i spoke in a tipsy tone

The guy looks in my direction along with few of his friends. His gaze so sharp, so cold that i felt it cut through me

“Yes?” His voice deep, his Spanish accent slipping through

”I saw you from the distance and i-…i couldn’t help but kinda fall for you..”

He looked so angry, it made me shiver “n-“

suddenly one of his friends says something to him in Spanish, He glares at him. The two argue

“Vete al infierno, tio!…Yes…sure i’ll go…im free tomorrow anyways…tell me your address i’ll pick you up at 7” he says to me in an angry tone

“buen trabajo héctor” one of his friends says

“Cállate, cabrón!” yells out the guy- Hector.

He shares me his number to contact

“Im really looking forward to hm this then…thankyou Hector Fort…”

“Yeah..whatever” “Hector nods, while saying something under his breath*