"What can I say?" Giovanni exclaimed on a shrug, a bottle of Guinness Stout held in his left hand. 'When you got it like that, you got it like that. Simple as that." One of his boys, Ethan, shoved at his shoulder but Gio laughed him off before taking a deep swig of his beer, unapologetic and blatantly smug. They had all shared their stories of the summer earlier in the semester, back when they all had returned from their trips and summer jobs. A few of the details had been shared here and there, like when Danny threw a party at his house as the first party of the year or when one of the lacrosse players had a kickback that turned into a rager back in early October. But Gio hadn't exactly spilled all of the beans. After all, only the desperate did that and he had to keep his guys interested. So, he had originally only shared details like the parties he had gone to and the rather tame fun he had gotten into. But of course, like the dramatic ass that he was, Gio waited until the perfect time to admit to the little rendezvous he had with this rich little Italian girl on her family's private yacht with her Dad only two rooms over. And of course, all of this spills out when he's off the high of screwing an Overbrook girl after she's told her college boyfriend that she was at a girls' day.
After a third round that morning that they had to finish since she had gotten tired last night, Gio turned down her (rather clingy) desire for him to stay for a late breakfast or early lunch in favor of heading home to change. He'd been dealing with the withdrawals and the overall this-is-what-happens-when-you-don't-take-your-medicine bullshit for the last few days since he had honestly stopped taking his medication a few weeks after the semester had started. At first, Giovanni could honestly say that smoking weed had been helping for a time. The right and potent strain would chill him out and he'd feel less inclined to randomly go off. Lose his composure. Because all of that shit was whack as all hell.
However, at some point and he honestly couldn't tell, Gio recognized that the marijuana stopped working. But of course, at the time, he wasn't about to admit that to anyone and he damn sure wasn't taking any of the pills he supposedly needed. Not when he didn't need that and he wasn't some weak little bitch. So, he had gotten rid of the pills, told himself and his Dad that he had been good. Until he wound up getting into a really bad fight at a club that one of his Dad's artists were performing at, resulting in the guy having to go to the hospital. It was bad and Enrique had to cover it up. And cuss Gio out for having not been taking his medication. It was the reason why their "family" had to go on that trip to Italy. Enrique thought it would be best for them to go to a new location, let Gio have some fun, but also be somewhere where he can be monitored taking medication over a time. He even had gotten into taking the pills when he had been with his mother in Ibiza, though he was pretty sure a bit of their working power had been diminished with all of the other shit he had gotten into when he had met up with Lola. But as soon as they got home, Gio knew he wasn't taking any of that crap anymore and perhaps being near Alessandra and her seeing the pills (combined with that disappointed and unimpressed flare in her eyes) didn't exactly help.
But naturally, because it was Giovanni, there was a party, and he was ready to get turnt with this pre-gaming session at Ethan's place. He had changed into a good enough outfit for Lola's big rager, one that he knew he looked pretty suave in and the shirt was just the right side of tight as it hugged every dip and curve of his pectorals and abdominal area without seeming like he couldn't breathe. His hair was carelessly tousled at the top of his head and Gio at least knew that his appearance was ready for the night. He was working on the being live side of things and the pizza he and the boys all pitched in for along with the beer they stole from the basement of Ethan's house, he was pretty sure they'd all be ready to fuck some shit up come time to actually hit up the party. Gio and his crew never really came early to any party, always at least an hour late. That was when the real fun began anyway.
"You're a real lil shit, Van, I swear," Ethan declared and Gio smirked in response. Shrugging again, he pulled his iPhone 7 Plus out of his back pocket, effectually texting Danny before putting the device back in its hiding place in favor of grabbing another slice of meat lovers' pizza from Pizza Hut. It was his favorite considering it had the honey sriracha drizzled all over along with garlic Parmesan on the crust, and if it was a thing he picked up from the girl he really didn't want to acknowledge as his step-sister, then that was for Gio to be the only one to know. "Don't hate the playa, hate the game, baby."
To: Danny
Yo where u at?
After a third round that morning that they had to finish since she had gotten tired last night, Gio turned down her (rather clingy) desire for him to stay for a late breakfast or early lunch in favor of heading home to change. He'd been dealing with the withdrawals and the overall this-is-what-happens-when-you-don't-take-your-medicine bullshit for the last few days since he had honestly stopped taking his medication a few weeks after the semester had started. At first, Giovanni could honestly say that smoking weed had been helping for a time. The right and potent strain would chill him out and he'd feel less inclined to randomly go off. Lose his composure. Because all of that shit was whack as all hell.
However, at some point and he honestly couldn't tell, Gio recognized that the marijuana stopped working. But of course, at the time, he wasn't about to admit that to anyone and he damn sure wasn't taking any of the pills he supposedly needed. Not when he didn't need that and he wasn't some weak little bitch. So, he had gotten rid of the pills, told himself and his Dad that he had been good. Until he wound up getting into a really bad fight at a club that one of his Dad's artists were performing at, resulting in the guy having to go to the hospital. It was bad and Enrique had to cover it up. And cuss Gio out for having not been taking his medication. It was the reason why their "family" had to go on that trip to Italy. Enrique thought it would be best for them to go to a new location, let Gio have some fun, but also be somewhere where he can be monitored taking medication over a time. He even had gotten into taking the pills when he had been with his mother in Ibiza, though he was pretty sure a bit of their working power had been diminished with all of the other shit he had gotten into when he had met up with Lola. But as soon as they got home, Gio knew he wasn't taking any of that crap anymore and perhaps being near Alessandra and her seeing the pills (combined with that disappointed and unimpressed flare in her eyes) didn't exactly help.
But naturally, because it was Giovanni, there was a party, and he was ready to get turnt with this pre-gaming session at Ethan's place. He had changed into a good enough outfit for Lola's big rager, one that he knew he looked pretty suave in and the shirt was just the right side of tight as it hugged every dip and curve of his pectorals and abdominal area without seeming like he couldn't breathe. His hair was carelessly tousled at the top of his head and Gio at least knew that his appearance was ready for the night. He was working on the being live side of things and the pizza he and the boys all pitched in for along with the beer they stole from the basement of Ethan's house, he was pretty sure they'd all be ready to fuck some shit up come time to actually hit up the party. Gio and his crew never really came early to any party, always at least an hour late. That was when the real fun began anyway.
"You're a real lil shit, Van, I swear," Ethan declared and Gio smirked in response. Shrugging again, he pulled his iPhone 7 Plus out of his back pocket, effectually texting Danny before putting the device back in its hiding place in favor of grabbing another slice of meat lovers' pizza from Pizza Hut. It was his favorite considering it had the honey sriracha drizzled all over along with garlic Parmesan on the crust, and if it was a thing he picked up from the girl he really didn't want to acknowledge as his step-sister, then that was for Gio to be the only one to know. "Don't hate the playa, hate the game, baby."
To: Danny
Yo where u at?