Don't Go (Oli Sykes)

Chapter 25

**Nicole’s P.O.V.**

“Um… yes?” I answered softly. I slowly moved my body closer to Oli. God Oli! How can you be so stupid sometimes? Crimson moved a few steps forward and with her arms crossed around her chest. Josh was trying to keep her from exploding however it wasn’t really working.

“Scusa, ma mi dici cosa cazzo è tutto questo? (I’m sorry, can you please fucking tell me what’s all of this?)” Crimson said to me. I was surprised. She only used italian when she knew it was something really important.

“Io non ho idea. Che cosa ti ha detto Oli? (I have no idea. What did Oli say to you?)” I tried to say acting innocent. However I knew what he said to her. I knew exactly why she was reacting like that. Oli just stared at me confused.

It ain’t his fault, I still haven’t told him everything. Before moving to elementary school in America, I was in Italy. I’m Italian and when I moved here I kept speaking it with my family. In the mean time I taught Crimson how to speak Italian. During these years, she was able to learn Italian well, however she would still mess up some stuff. We would use it only for when we didn’t want other people to understand what we said. I made a side note to myself that I would tell Oli everything after all of this.

“Ahhh… tu non idea? Bo che ne so io, forse che ti tagli ancora e tu non mi hai detto niente stronza! (Oohh… you have no idea? I don’t know, maybe that you still cut yourself and you didn’t say anything to me you bitch!)” she spat at me. I felt anger running through my body.

 “Non hai pensato sul perché non te lo detto? Forse perché è una cosa personale e non mi piace avere un sacco di gente che mi dice ‘Ah, ma non lo fare. Non ti aiuta. Devi smettere.’ Da fastidio cazzo. Poi tu non riesci proprio a smettere quando inizi. (Didn’t you ever thought about how come I didn’t tell you? Maybe because it’s a personal thing and I don’t like having a lot of people telling me ‘Oh, don’t do it. It’s not going to help you. You have to stop.’ It’s fucking annoying. Plus you can’t even stop when you start.)” I spat right back at her.

“AH! Ti da fastidio? Oh, poverina mi fai venire da piangere ora. Prima tu ti tagli continuamente la tua cazzo di braccio e poi dici che ti da fastidio che le gente intorno prova ad aiutarti. Vuoi sapere la verità? Sei tu che dai fastidio! Ti aspetti che tutti ti danno quello che vuoi. Ti aspetti che tutto il mondo gira intorno a te. Ma non lo fa! (OH! It annoys you? Oh, poor girl you are going to make me cry now. First you continuously slice your own fucking arm and then you say it annoys you that the people around you try to help you. Do you want to know the truth? You’re the one who is fucking annoying! You expect everybody to do anything you want. You expect the whole world to turn around you. But it doesn’t!) That was enough. I had enough bullshit for a bit of time. I ran towards her to punch her, however Oli grabbed me by the waist and held me tightly. He turned me around so I could face him. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING NICOLE?! I DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! Why are you guys talking in some new language?” Oli screamed at me. Tears were now flowing down my face.

“Oh, you didn’t tell him?” Crimson looked at me surprised. I simply shook my head. “Fine. I will tell him. Nicole is Italian. She moved to America for elementary school and from then she taught me Italian. She had enough years to teach me enough of it to speak it almost fluently. We would only use it when we don’t want other people to understand what we are talking about.” Crimson explained to him. He looked at me and then back at her. He pushed me behind while he walked ahead.

“Ok, now that makes sense. That explains how come she chose Roma as her team. I mean why would anybody choose Roma? No offence but for me it doesn’t make sense, however it does make sense for an Italian to choose an Italian team. It also explains the language you two were both speaking in. But YOU! What the fuck did you say to her?! Don't you EVER try again to speak to her like that! I don't don't know what you said but don’t you see that she is in fucking pain? She didn’t tell you to not drag attention. Why is she sad and now crying? What did you tell her!” Oli had now grabbed her shoulders. A faint emotion of fear was on her face.