girls just wanna have fun.

the remix played over the speakers of the club the students of istituto c collodi had snuck into, neon lights in hues of purple and blue flashing around the dark space.

niccolo stood with a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes surveying the people dancing. one of his friends was beside him with a drink in hand, leaning against the bar behind him.

“who’s that?” his friend asked, nudging him in the ribs to get his attention.

when he turned his brows furrowed.

a stranger their age was dancing with ludo and chiara. the stranger certainly didn’t go to the same school as them. perhaps one of the public schools on the outskirts of town.

he brought the cigarette to his lips as he made eye contact with the stranger.

who was that?