Fifteen: Daniela Berni

Fifteen

Daniela Berni

“Daniela, please come to dinner.”

This came from Niccolo, who was standing outside my room with Luca, begging me and Audrina to come out. We decided we were staying there until Audrina’s “backup” came. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but she assured me it was not her dad. That at least was a relief.

“No!” I shouted from my bed.

I was being immature, I knew. But I was still upset over how he’d gotten me to Italy instead of just telling me what was going on.

Audrina, who was sitting next to me cross-legged, laughed. “Maybe he’ll break down the door,” she whispered.

I shot her a look, and hissed, “Don’t give him ideas.”

“Audrina!” Luca shouted. “Come on. I told you she wouldn’t be hurt and she isn’t! Come on out, I’ve got your favorite wine!”

“Not happening!” Audrina shouted.

It was my turn to laugh. Audrina hadn’t admitted that there was something going on with her and Luca. But I remembered the two of them in high sc