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[“What was that? Another bet? Some kind of game? I don't know, Mia, what was it this time?”
“I don't understand what you're talking about-“
“I know perfectly well that you hate alcohol. It gives you wrinkles... and I bet the strongest thing you drank yesterday was juice.”
“No, maybe I was rocked by the smoke, the lights, the fact that I was the center of attention...”
“Don't lie, don't take me for an idiot. I'm sure you had a great time with your boyfriend making fun of me. It was fun, wasn't it?”
“No, Manuel..,” Mia stammered.
"This is the last time you made me look like an idiot."]
"No, Manuel, I won't leave it like that," Mia said confidently, looking at the door that had closed behind him. Without another second's hesitation, she rushed to find him. Her determination was not even inferior to decency — Mia burst into the boys' room without knocking.
“We need to talk, Manuel!”
Manu, who was sitting on a chair with his back to the door, immediately jumped up and turned to the unexpected guest, sincerely not understanding her intentions. The other two pairs of eyes watched the scene with curiosity.
“Get out of here, quickly!” Mia spoke quickly and clearly in a commanding tone, pointing to the boys not the door. After exchanging glances, Marcus and Niko hurried away.
“Do you miss our performances on stage? Why did you set up this circus?” Still angry, Manuel threw her.
“Manuel, you should know that I did not bet on you, neither then nor now.”
“No, no, no, don't take me for an idiot. I don't suffer from memory lapses and I remember perfectly well how you declared it publicly!” Manuel retorted with a bitter grin.
“That long ago evening I was waiting for you so much... I put on my best outfit and imagined how we would dance, hugging and not noticing anyone else around," Mia began remembering, "but then I found out that you were seen at Juliet's house, you were with her... It hurt me so much, it hurt so much, I imagined you laughing at me with her, who believed in your feelings. I was so angry that I wanted you to feel this pain too, or at least believe that it was a game for me, too, and you didn't achieve your goal," Mia said, wiping tears rolling down her cheeks, "when I realized that I was wrong in my conclusions, it was too late...”
"Mia," Manuel said without anger, "you are so masterfully playing roles in front of your father, classmates and me that I don't know when you are real anymore. And yesterday-“
Mia continued for him.
“Yesterday I was very sad, I tried not to show it, because dozens of admiring glances were directed at me,” quickly realizing that the conversation was going the wrong way, Mia continued, “Ahem, tell me, who sent you to me under the pretext that I was drunk and I needed help?”
“Marissa," Manuel replied immediately.
“And you seriously think that your best friend could set you up? Or not to recognize my bad intentions? Yes, think for yourself, who rather came up with the idea of "drunk Mia"? Am I, Mia Kolluchi, the daughter of a trendsetter or this shrew?”
“Yes, it looks more like Marissa's handwriting,” Manuel laughed, trying to collect his thoughts in a heap and cope with the newly surging feelings.
“Marissa wanted to help us, seeing how we both suffer. Despite the fact that we hardly tolerate each other, I am grateful to her for the opportunity to touch you again. Without this, the holiday would not have been a success.”
Manuel, without looking away, looked into her eyes, realizing what he had heard. Mia stretched out her palm to his face, he gently squeezed her fingers in his palm and, pulling her a little closer, asked:
“What did you wish for yesterday?”
"To kiss you at least one more time," Mia said, embarrassed.
“Well, your wish has come true, but mine has not yet...”
“And what did you wish for? “ Mia asked, frowning.
In response, he only pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers, finally feeling happy, forgetting for these moments about his main goal, which had been bothering him for many months...
And two heads poked out of the half-open door, one above the other, the boys were happy for each other.