Adelina POV:
School. Next week I am expected to be attending school.
In reality, it's not something huge. It's not something I could fight or avoid, not something I could outsmart and certainly not something I could change. Sure I don't want to go, but then again I need to see this as what it truly is.
An opportunity.
An opportunity for what exactly is still to be determined but the fact remains it is still an opportunity. Maybe I'm feeling frisky... maybe I'm in the mood for chaos. Being put in a rich kid private school with Valentino and Valerio certainly won't be the end of the world.
A weeks time and I will be stuck back in a school, only this time it's different. This time I'm the new girl. My place isn't established quite yet, but it will be soon.
I might be overconfident but it's who I need to be. I haven't won every fight, I can't say that I've never gotten my shit rocked. I have and damn proud too, because it just the represents the strength I had to use to keep my head up.
No matter how I got there, I was known as the bitch not to be messed with during the two years I was left friendless. I was miserable and everyone left me to be.
Either way, I intend on walking into my new playground with my head up. We can't have the crown falling.
Valentino was excited about the news. His large grin was paired with a mischevious glint in his eyes. I could tell we were on the same page without having to make even a sound. The others seemed to sense this aswell as an assortment of emotions passed over all of their individual features. Amusement laced mine.
Valerio's reaction was better than expected. It was neutral, complete indifference radiated off of him. He barely spared me a glance but I felt the improvment in his behavior towards my presence. Perhaps he's done testing me.
The lunch Angelo had taken me to was primarily wordless. Silence seemed to be the one doing the most talking. It was better that way, at least on my part, and I couldn't help but feel he knew that.
The restaurant was in the middle of the city. I'd thought to observe the new place I'm living when we took a short walk after eating.
There was lots to see. Coming from where I do, there wasn't anything like this. It was a smaller town, where nothing was too far but nothing seemed too close either contrary to the large concrete buildings towering over me.
Fleeting faces of passerbys came and went. There was never enough time to analyse a person before they disappeared back into the sea of bodies and another appeared.
Though there was one familiar face that never seemed to stray far from the both of us. The one became two and the two became three. I picked up my pace slightly, going unnoticed by Angelo, once I felt their gazes linger on us.
I was about to move on to another strategy once my first hadn't worked until I noticed the brother's subtle movement out of the corner of my peripheral vision. A nod. He nodded to them.
I returned to my leisurely pace. I understood that their presence was wanted by Angelo and well, even if I don't trust the people I am now living with, the situation no longer seemed threatening.
I pause for a moment. I no longer deemed the situation threatening...
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a text. My eyes steer away from the scenery visible from my bathroom window and I release a last puff of smoke and watch as it escapes through the opening before grasping my phone.
The house is always quietest on the weekdays, especially quiet now that the time reads 1am. I quickly type in the password while a small pit of excited stress makes room in my stomach.
After all, I do have tendency to text only one person.
My suspicions are proved correct once I read the contact name. Sebby. A reminder of my intoxicated stupidity and carelessness maybe, but mostly a reminder of a very good day.
Even if an awful night followed suit.
The corner of my lips tug upwards slightly and my fingers run through the mess of hair on my head.
The message reads: How does Wednesday night sound?
I almost forget what he's talking about. Almost. I half expected him to forget he asked, but subconsciously I knew he wouldn't.
I quickly type a sounds good acompanied by a smiley face. My thumb hovers over the send button while I realise how out of character of me that message is. I decide not to think twice about it and send it.
The texts go back and forth for some time before he eventually stops responding. I guess he's fallen asleep and a small sigh leaves my lips. I reluctantly shut my phone and shove the vape back into the box under the sink.
My whole body cracks once I stand and I take a moment to feel the relief. I lightly stretch my legs and arms. Having been in the position I was for so long, my muscles were slightly sore.
I'm tired. There's no denying it. Running on a couple hours of sleep a night isn't ideal. It's not substantial for anyone and soon I'll crash. It happens every time. All I can do to help myself is expect it.
I rub my hands across my face and my fingers move to my hair grippimg it tightly. I breath a shaky breath and drop my arms to my sides.
I turn around and my eyes lock on my appearence. The mirror has never been my worse enemy. I don't know if it is now.
All that's left from the cut that was on my cheek is a faint line, a small but noticeable scar. The handprints, bruises and fingernail marks are gone. Vanished without a trace, the only thing remaining being the burning memory of how I got them.
There is no evidence left on my body, there wasn't much to begin with. All traces of that night washed away with time. The fear of lingering eyes disintegrates slowly now that there's nothing to see. Well, except if you look close enough but that's no issue. I doubt they'll ever be that close.
A feeling I can't pinpoint surges thorugh me. An unexplainable anger... or maybe it's hurt. Either way my fingers slowly wrap into a fist and out again. My hands find the roots of my hair once again as a continuously run my fingers through it trying to shake this feeling. The feeling of wanting to do something.
My mouvments still and my ears perk the faint sound of a door opening then shutting and I'm on high alert. Steady steps make their way down the hall and I find myself following them.
I shut the door behind me as I leave my room and see a figure at the end of the hall about to go down the stairs. I could tell it's one of the brothers by the stature. I stay quiet as I continue to follow the figure down the stairs and out the back door.
I stay hidden for some time until the sound of a lighter is heard and Valerio turns around with a cigarette to his lips. I can faintly smell the smoke and find myself walking towards it.
He now sits on a small bench and faces the trees and I take a place to his left.
He looks at me for a moment but I continue looking forwards, not bothering speaking. It somehow doesn't surprise me that he's awake even if he has school tomorrow. Or rather in a couple hours.
"I want to do something." I break our silence. I remain facing forward, letting myslef not care about his reaction for once. I still imagine it, I don't think he would even have one.
"That's not my problem" he blows out the smoke in his lungs to the right of him. It was somewhat expected but I'm trying to figure out just how similar we are.
"Let's do something." I look to him. His head hangs as he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees while flicking the ashes off the cig. I match his position, leaning forward aswell, but keep my head up and looking towards him.
His head turns to look at me as he presses the stick back to his lips. "Like what?" he questions.
"Something..." I trail off, a small smirk making way to my lips "fun."
I know he understands what I mean as I now see some sort of curiosity lurking in his gaze. He finishes with the stick and throws it to the ground then crushes it with the bottom of his shoe.
He gives a slow nod and leans back into the seat with a smirk of his own.
"I'm deciding what we're doing." he declares and I roll my eyes.
"Sure sure, whatever you ass." I push his shoulder and get up.
We both walk inside and head upstairs. He goes to his room while I make my way to to a different room. I knock twice but throw the door open when there's no response. In the quietest way possible that is.
Valentino's sleeping figure comes into my line of vision.
"Valentino." I say impatiently. When he snores in response, I groan and move close enough to grab a pillow from his bed. Within seconds the pillow in my hand comes crashing down onto his head.
He wakes with a jump and I snort in laughter at the look of bewilderness and shock on his face.
"Come on, dumbass, we're leaving."
In his confused state he follows my instructions blindly, muttering questions. He pulls on a hoodie to cover his bare torso and proceeds to leave the room with me.
We both walk down the stairs, Valentino rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. We find Valerio leaning against the door frame on his phone with a bag by his feet.
"Hey thing 1," I call out " I brought thing 2." I point behind my to a groggy Valentino. He waves his hand dismissively and I scoff smacking it away.
"Do that again and you won't have fingers." I growl. In return he rolls his eyes while picking up the bag and I open my mouth to say something else.
Before I can, Valentino pipes up.
"Woah, woah calm the fuck down the both of you. Shut up, what are we doing." he says. Valerio simply waves the bag around with a smirk and a knowing smile take place on Valentino's face. I look between the two, my confusion evident but excitement courses through me.
We walk into the garage and face the array of cars and while their eyes light up, mine remain neutral. Cars don't excite me very much.
"Which car?" Valentino asks.
There was a small silence before understanding that he is speaking to me. I hesitate for a moment.
"A fast one." I put it simply. They both nod and Valerio instantly moves toward a car in the corner.
A couple minutes and a small argument between Valentino and I about who would would get shotgun later, we're off.
Valentino whines from the backseat while I connect my phone to the bluetooth of the car. Within seconds music blasts through the speakers and Valerio yells at me to "turn that shit down" while I merely show him my middle finger.
The one in the back, who's still slightly disoriented, winces at the volume but doesn't ask to lower it. They both gradually warm up to the music and by the middle of the drive they've both embraced the energy of it. Turns out my taste in songs is a decent mix of the both of theirs.
That's how the drive is spent. The windows down and the volume on full blast, riding through the darkness because in this moment it suddenly doesn't seem terrifying anymore.
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