Lucy Montenegro

I'm the only one present who can tell what happened after graduation when I couldn't drink a drop of alcohol because I'm pregnant. In fact, on Tuesday I am five months old, but now it is Saturday and it seems prudent to tell you everything that happened.

After the graduation ceremony we all decided to go celebrate, we all went to lunch together and then it got a little late, so we young people decided to go somewhere else for drinks. Millie's parents, my mother and Livvie's stayed in the restaurant and we went to the nightclub that was near my house, which meant exclusivity, especially if several Formula One drivers came with us.

And I think it was a really bad idea to leave the responsible adults in the restaurant because now I was taking care of almost everyone, they were pretty drunk and doing stupid things.

"Take a shot with me!" Amélie yelled at me over the music.

"I can not! I'm pregnant," I reminded her.

"Come on! Nothing will happen" the Venezuelan continued to insist.

I knew how stubborn she got when we talked about alcohol, she liked that we were all at the same level of drunkenness so that we could enjoy and laugh at the same thing later, so that later none could reproach that she was more drunk than the other and that we had to take care.

However, this time I couldn't drink anything at all, only virgin drinks, so I took her shot and when she tilted it to her lips I threw it on the floor, trying not to let her see.

"Yes!" She yelled again when she saw my glass in a glass "Now let's dance!"

I followed her and let her go ahead so that she could guide me to where she wanted to go dancing, "I'll be back later" I told Charles before she wrote or called me so that I wouldn't be stopped for so long.

He was very intense about the baby, he wanted me to be resting all the time so I would be well, eat healthy and go to all my medical appointments, in other words he was paranoid. I liked that he cared, but really he did it exclusively for the boy or girl who was on the way and there was a chance that it was his, because my well-being definitely is not that he cared much.

He had made it clear to me that if that son was his he had to be someone who shows what the Leclerc's are and not just anyone.

Latin music was playing on the speakers, specifically reggaeton, which was much easier for Millie and me to dance to. So when we got to where Livvie, Daniel, and George were, she pressed against my body and we began to move our hips to the music like we used to.

She tried to twerk me, but she couldn't because of my almost five-month-old belly, "What you're wearing on top of it won't let me dance well" she spoke while she tied her hair in a ponytail.

She didn't even show much to me, but surely she felt weird twerking something pretty hard and not what she usually did, so she walked away from me and went to shake her ass at Russell.

I stayed with them for a while, watching Amélie and Olivia not do things they might later regret, until Charles came to my side, "Is she really dancing to George?" He asked a little upset.

He tried to interrupt their dance, however, I didn't let him. My friend had every right to enjoy with whoever she wanted. "Leave her and you better dance with me," I whispered seductively in her ear.

He ignored me and let me hit his chest so I now move my hips to his side. He had his hands around my waist, almost like he was holding the baby, and he was carried away by my dance.

Though he didn't even seem to like it, "Do I disgust you?" I moved a little away from his back and faced him.

"No way. I'm not very comfortable watching my sister dance, like you do with me, for a friend" he spoke a little uneasily. "I think I felt more relaxed when I saw her dance with Lando."

"Charles, darling, he is twenty-two years old. You must let her do what she wants" I tried to protect my friend from any scandal by her brother.

However, he had summoned Lando and was inside the bar.

In fact, I had grabbed Amélie by the arm and now they were heading towards the terrace, I guess to talk, but Charles also started heading towards them when he saw the way I was leading her out of the club, so I did too.

"God Amélie, you're too drunk!" I heard the British yell at my friend.

"Let me go," she demanded, trying to free herself from her grip.

"I just need to talk to you! You've blocked me everywhere, I've come here to talk to you and you just ignore me and tell me lies" he continued shouting.

"How come you want me to listen to you after you send that in the morning?" Millie matched Lando's tone.

Charles tried to intervene, but I wouldn't let him. They had to solve their things alone, they were old enough to do it.

"I told you I don't know what you're talking about!" I could tell in the British's voice that he was also quite drunk.

"Well, I remind you. A damn week ago you sent me several messages about the letter I sent you, I recite: "Honestly, the only thing you have shown me with the letter is that I am an asshole for begging you, because you are not worth it. Luisa, on the other hand, it's totally worth it, so I ask you to stop sending these things that can bother her as much as they did to me" she spoke hurtfully.

Norris's face was completely distorted, he was looking at Amélie as if some stranger was talking to him and he didn't react at all because she didn't say anything, so Millie kept talking.

"And then you blocked me! You didn't even let me answer, but you know what? You have a mouth full of bitch reason, because just as you say that I'm not worth it, you're worth less. You're just a simple man with too much money who opens doors wherever he wants, what you want is given to you and I'm tired of having to do everything you want. So now I ask you to leave me alone."

He started walking back to the bar, leaving me and Charles alone with Lando. The moment he disappeared, he reacted, "I didn't send that message," he said weakly.

"Oh Lando!" I sighed.

"I swear! I did not block her, nor did I send those messages, much less the flowers that he mentioned before."

"So who did it?" Charles questioned him.

"I don't know!" And he was again yelling at whom he was not to blame.

"Look for the person in charge or see how you solve your things, but you've already heard it. He doesn't want to know anything about you and respects his decision" the possible father of my baby spoke angrily and then took my hand and we also returned to the disco.

Since we were back in the booth I could see how Amélie was eating Russell's mouth and I saw Charles's intentions, this time I couldn't stop him because he was more than angry.

"The appeal is not for you to make out with all the damn pilots." He separated her from his friend and the moment he did, she vomited all over his shirt.

Charles growled in frustration and I pulled Amélie away so we could head to the bathroom and she'll finish throwing up there.

"I think it was a very bad idea to kiss George, now he will think of something else" my friend began to scream in the middle of her vomiting and I could only pick up her hair.

Never in my life had I seen her look so bad.

We spent about ten minutes in the bathroom until Amélie recovered a bit and although she tried to return to the bar, I denied her and made Charles and us go to my house since it was the closest.

The others joined when they assumed that the party was going to continue there.

But really we just needed to rest and it still didn't work out because when we got to my house they put on the speakers and started doing karaoke. I had George, Daniel, Charles, Olivia and Amélie belting out a Little Mix song and even though I was feeling exhausted I joined them.

The song had encouraged the Venezuelan to want to cut her hair, she said that she was tired of how she had it and she wanted something new. Livvie tried to stop her because she knew how much she could regret after her, however, she didn't listen and headed to the bathroom to cut him off.

"If I cut it all the memories will go away and I'll be able to start from scratch, leaving it completely behind!" She yelled at the blonde.

"Honey, you're going to regret it, we'd better go to the hairdresser's tomorrow and give you a nice makeover," she continued trying.

"Yes!" I supported the idea of ​​the blonde "Let's go to lunch tomorrow and then to the stylist, I'll pay you."

Amélie was hesitating for a moment towards our proposal, however, she did not give a damn what we told her "Nah, I want to do it myself" followed by this she pass the scissors over her shoulders, thus cutting almost half of all her hair.

The funniest thing of all is that she did a regular cut, so it didn't seem like she had done it alone, but the other side, for trying to do it the same way, did make it messy "Well, maybe I need the hairdresser" all three we began to laugh after the stupidity that the Venezuelan had done.

They could still be in the hype of alcohol, but I thought it was very funny that we were doing all this, especially Amélie for wanting to surpass Lando. And I was no one to judge her, since she had done almost the same thing at the time that I narrowly lost both possible fathers of my child.

We continued the night at karaoke and they no longer drank much, but enough to last the whole morning and finish breakfast at six in the morning before going to sleep with the house in a mess.

The boys would also sleep over with us. In fact, Russell had already fallen asleep a few hours before we went to loot the pantry.

To be honest, it had been a very crazy and disastrous night, but I can't lie to say that I had a bad time, because I had a wonderful time.

I really missed having nights like this with my friends.

It was something he wouldn't let go of again because of stupidities.

And I hoped that each of us will find happiness because we deserved it after everything we've been through.