CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
FREYA
I’m so f*****g drunk. Not like completely wasted though. Just enough to acknowledge I should slow down on the margaritas. I never thought I would actually enjoy reggaeton in a club but I had to admit the new deejay, whoever he was, had to be one of the best. I had to admit I was having more fun than I’d pre-meditated.
“Me gusta (¡freeze!) (Eh) J Balvin (eh), Willy William (eh) Me gusta (¡freeze!) Los DJs no mienten, les gusta mi gente!Y eso se fue mundial (¡freeze!)!” Maddy shouted along to the lyrics in perfect Spanish while I just move along.
“Did you study Spanish?” I shouted above the music, trying to get her attention and she inched closer, her ear closer to my lips.
“What?” She shouted back, slurring a bit.
“You are so good with Spanish. Where did you
