( JC's P.O.V )
" Dude...." A hush voiced whispered, I groaned pulling the almohada over my head and rolling on my stomach. " Dude get up " the voice said. I layed there for a minuto trying to process what was happening, what had happened last night? what the heck did i do?, and who the heck was talking to me?. All these preguntas filled my clouded brain when finally I felt a jab in my side, " Ow!! " I yelped out as the almohada was pulled from over my head as I curled up into a ball in an attempt to sooth the sharp pain in my side and somewhat defend myself. My hazel brown eyes traced up to a tan strong figured man, Of course. It was Ricardo. " Good morning! " he announced, I stared up at him for a minuto dazed and rubbed my tired eyes " what happened last night? " I asked sitting up scratching back my dark brown hair. " tu drank A lot " Ricardo said, " was that all..? " I asked scratching the back of my head. " Well I saw tu talking to some girl" he said, " Oh god " my face feel into the cup of my hands " was she a fan?, did I screw up and make her hate me? " I asked as my voice muffled in my hands. " Actually JC....she wasn't a fan, she didn't seem like all the other...