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was the knowing look that came with it. My eyes linger on him for a bit longer, before I pick up the card. Just the one I needed. I move the one orange spot, and the next one is in the finish. 

Everyone around me cheers, making me laugh. I turn around, giving the others high fives, when I feel Adrian's gaze on me, so I turn to him. He gives me a small smile, and motions his head towards the dining room. I follow him there. Once I make it in arms reach, he picks me up, setting me on the table. "So, what were you going to tell me before we were interrupted?" He asks from his spot, standing between my legs. I can't help the small smile the graces my lips. I get to tell him!

"Adrian, I'm not who you-" 

"Oh, one second. Sorry." His phone cuts me off, and I have to bite my cheek to keep myself from screaming in frustration. "Adrian Garcia...Yes who is this?...Oh Matteo...Seriously?...Well, tell them no then!...I can't-...Cut me off again I dare you..." He growls, but his angry face falls as he sighs, running a hand over his face. "Yeah yeah, I'll be there." He hangs up, with a frusterated sigh. "I have to go." He tells me, picking me up, dragging me with him to our room. 

"Where?" 

"Italy. There are some complications, my brother brought to my attention." He explains, packing a suitcase quickly. 

"You have another brother?" He nods. "Okay... How long will you be gone?" 

"A month? I promise we'll talk though." His suitcase is packed in a matter of seconds, and he walks over to where I'm standing up right now. He kisses my lips, and then walks out of the rooms, with my hand in his. "Grab your luggage guys. We're going to Italy." Adrian exclaims, making it echo throughout the third floor where everyone is staying. About 10 people come out with packed luggage within seconds, following Adrian and I down the stairs. "Brad you're in charge. Be good." The last part is to me and Maria. He plants a kiss on my forehead, and starts walking away, but I grap his wrist, making him stop and turn to me. "Meet me outside." He demands to the men going to Italy with him. They give a curt nod and walk out the door. "What up, principessa?"

"This is really important." I tell him. He snaps out of his distracted state at the seriousness in my voice he motions for me to continue. "My name-" A chime coming from his phone cuts me off. 

"I'm sorry cupcake, but I really have to go. I'm sorry. I'll call you when I land." He kisses my forehead again, before walking out. I feel tears welling in my eyes, as I turn and dart up the stairs. I get to the third floor, right in time to hear a phone ringing. A very familiar one. I run into Maria's room, and hop on the bed, getting the phone right in time before it stopped ringing. 

"My my Sofie, I didn't think you'd ever pick up. Not after you've been ignoring me for a month." He tsks, and I feel a single tear fall from my green eyes. "I heard from Maria, that you moved room? With Adrian no doubt? How is it being his little slut?" He sneers. 

"You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck your gang, fuck anything, that have to do with you, and your stupid ass fucked up fucking existence. Don't bother calling again. I'm done with you." I hang up and through the phone against the wall, watching it shatter. Just like I do, as Maria walks in, hugging me as soon as she gets to the bed.

Chapter nineteen

~Sofia~ 

 

I'm not sure why everything hurts so much right now. It feels like every little thing, is adding an invisible rock, to the invisible bag on my back. That's how it's felt for the past two weeks since Adrian left. It's not because I miss him, because I do, but I'm scared- no terrified, of what he'll do when he finds out. We've been talking, getting closer, but that makes the rocks drown me in a sea of guilt. I've tried telling him more than just the three times, but I either chicken out, deciding it should be something done in person, or he gets whisked away by some work thing. I've barely gotten out of bed the entire time, let alone eaten. The guilt has taken it's toll on my body, both mentally and physically. 

My phone ringing snaps me out of my funk. I answer without looking at the Caller ID, already know who it is. "Hello?"

"Hey cupcake." His deep voice rings through my ears. Something that should make me happy, just drags me down a little more. 

"Banana bread. How's it going over there?" He sighs. 

"Fine I guess. Stressful, but I'll be home in a week or two so that's good. How's all over there?" He asks, changing the subject. 

I stay silent for a moment. "Great." I lie. 

"Good. Brad tells me you've been doing tons with them. I'm happy about that. If you were just sitting in bed all day, never training or eating, I wouldn't hesitate to punish you principessa." I shiver at the memory of his last punishment. Once what he says sinks in, my eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why would Baldy lie fofor me? I mean, I know Adrian would be livid if he found out I was practically starving myself. 

It's not like he knows who I am. 

Right?

"Ehm, yeah. Train train train, eat eat eat." I laugh. "Adrian? Will you be called away any sooner than like five minutes from now?" I slip in before he can comment on my weird behavior. 

"No, I shouldn't be. Sorry, I know I never get to hear what you've been wanting to say. Oh! That reminds me, when is your birthday?" He asks, making me sigh. 

"That is for me to know, and you... not to." I giggle as he groans. 

"You are lucky I like you cupcake. Not many people are aloud to test my patience like you are." I laugh, but it's cut off by a bang on the other side of the line. 

"Adrian?" I ask worried, as I hear angry chatter in the background. 

"Yeah uh, sorry cupcake, I gotta go. I'll take to you later." Before I even get a chance to speak, he hangs up. My heart drops again. 

 

••• 

 

A week later, I finally slink out of the room, into human territory. "Ay! She's alive!" I hear Chase exclaim as I descend down the stairs. I grunt in response. "Human bad. Dark cave good." He does his best caveman imitation. 

"Ha ha. Really, you should be a comedian." I state dryly. Those who are still here laugh at my comment. I sit down at the dining table with the others, trying to regain the few social skills I have, after three weeks of no human contact. I hear laughter coming from the living room, making me curious. I slip away, venturing towards the room. I find Maria and Brad on the couch, cuddling. Brad glances my way, before nudging Maria. 

"Well look who returned from the dead!" She squeals. I laugh and shake my head. 

"It doesn't exactly look like you missed me." I state, looking back and forth between my old best friend and current best friend. Maria gets up, hugging me, followed by Brad, but he stops next to his girlfriend. 

"Sorry, I'll give you ladies some space." He kisses Maria's temple, before making a move to leave. 

"Wait, baldy." My voice makes him stop. "Why did you lie to Adrian for me? You shouldn't have lied to him. Lying to your best friend isn't right." He gives me an incredulous look. 

"You'd know, wouldn't you Strawberry?" He deadpans

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask, glaring at him. "And what is wrong with just calling me by my name?" I snap. Strawberry brings back too many memories. 

"Alright. Fine, Sofia." My jaw drops. 

I turn to Maria. "Did... Did you..." She shakes her head, looking at her boyfriend just as shocked as I was. 

Suddenly, it all made sense. 

Strawberry, 'So, Emily, huh?', the knowing looks, the smirks, everything. 

It. All. Made. Sense. 

"You... You've known. Since the second I walked up to your table. You knew." I accuse. 

"I must say Sof, it hurt that you didn't recognize me before we started training." He mocks hurt. 

"You asshole." I sneer. "Excuse me if I thought you were still in Cali." 

I go to storm off, but his next words stop me in my tracks. "Who's better? Andrian, or Antonio?" I turn to him in shock, my jaw dropped. Again. "Oh please Strawberry, you didn't thing I'd be keeping track of you ever since I started here? Silly girl." He tsks. I feel my eyes water. 

"I don't know who you are, but you sure as hell aren't my Brad. He, would have never, ever, even implied, that I was some sleazy whore. This really is bullshit." I see guilt form in his eyes at the mention of our tattoos, but I run up the stairs before he can get a word out. 

 

~Adrian~

 

I sigh. Why won't she tell me her birthday? I must admit, at first when Brad told me I should figure out her birthday, I was a bit confused, but then I realized that her birthday could have passed and I'd have no idea. Why wouldn't she want me knowing? I didn't even realize I was pacing until my brother, Vince, said something. "Calm down brother. What has you so riled up? This girl again?"

"'This girl,' won't tell me her birthday. It could have passed, Vince, and I didn't do anything special for her. What kind of person would I be to her if I didn't do anything?" 

"So? You've never cared about anyone but our family before her." He counters. 

"Cupcake is different." I huff. 

"Well, what did it say when he did a background check on her?" He asks. 

"Vincent Garcia, you genius." I grip his cheek hard. "Thank you, thank you." I dart upstairs to find my personal phone. "Danni. I want you to do a background check on Emily." I tell my sister as soon as she picks up. I hear her sigh. 

"Adri, you realize we don't have her last name, and that this could take up the a week, right?"

"Yes yes, just please do it." I beg. 

"Alright. Bye Adri." 

"Bye sis." 

Now to wait for what I should have done in the beginning. 

Chapter twenty

 ~Sofia~

 

I hear a knock