Have you ever heard the saying, "One night can change everything"? Maybe you have, maybe you haven't. In some situations, it's not true. But in this case. It is.
Rue Garcia's life turned upside down in a matter of seconds. She always knew it would h...
WOW, JUST wow. I knew he was gonna be a dick, but I would of thought he would at least try and play nice.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" I ask with an eyebrow raised.
He shrugs his shoulders and lets out a small deep chuckle, "I've been called worse, Tesoro."
I'm sure he has.
"Go upstairs," He demands with a cold tone. A laugh escapes my throat before I could stop it. He tilts his head, glaring daggers at me. I'm guessing he thinks I'm scared? "What's funny?" He asks. He's dead serious too.
"I'm sorry," I say, covering my mouth so that my laughter is muffled. "I just- I just don't know why you think you get everything you want."
He looks at me for a moment. He turns his head to the side, showing off his clenched jaw. He turns back to me, and this time when his eyes meet mine, I feel my body turn cold. How is that even possible? I don't know. I thought I lost all my body heat in that den. But he somehow got the last ounce.
"Come here." He says, motioning with two fingers. I don't move. Not because I'm being a smart ass, but because I physically can't.
Everyone is always saying that I'm too big for my britches, but I think this time they're right.
Nadine tilts his head back and laughs. "Jesus, Tesoro. Come here." He says again. And again, I don't move. I really don't intend to either.
I guess this gets a rise out of him, cause one moment he's standing six feet away, and the next he has my arm and is tugging me up the steps.
Being the stubborn bitch that I am, I hold onto the railing. He looks back at me and groans.
"You're just making it harder for yourself." He presses his chest against my back, and wraps his hands around my wrists. I let my grip loosen, but only because I felt like my fingers might fall off.
He takes that as his chance to grab me by my waist, and continue to lead me upstairs.
"Okay, okay. I get it. You win." I push his arms off of me and turn to face him. "What the fuck do you want me to do?" I ask, slightly shouting.
He studies me for a moment, as if he's trying to soak my features in. "Your mouth is too pretty to use such nasty words." His voice is dark and raspy. His Italian accent makes his words sound smooth.
I feel my cheeks heat up, but I don't look away. "What do you want me to do." I say again. But this time, I'm not asking, I'm demanding.
"Go sit on my bed, and shut the fuck up." He leans into me, and before I can react, he pushes me into the room and closes the door.
He didn't push me hard enough to where I fell. But he did make my hair come undone. It's loose now, and all my wild curls surrounding my face.
Perfect.
N A D I N E
I hurriedly walk down the steps until I'm at the front door. I yank it open and immediately feel the cold air hit my face.
I walk outside, passing the stone waterfall where I see Diego waiting for me. Diego is one of my best assassins, plus closest friend. One of my only friends really. You have to do some serious wonders to get your name on my "bff" list. Is that what girls do? Make a best friend list?
Diego perks up once he sees me. "Jesus, man. What took you so damn long?"
I roll my eyes at the thought. "Nothing." I pull out a cigarette from my shirt pocket, and place it in my mouth, between my teeth. "So what was so important where you had to text, "SOS, Emergency, emergency!"" I mock his earlier message that also lead to me dragging a stubborn redhead upstairs.
Diego laughs, "Man, you should know I'm never serious about that kind of shit. And even if I was, I wouldn't be sending it you. Ain't no way you would have helped me."
I shrug. "You should be able to do that kind of shit by yourself anyways." I tilt my head back to look at the sky. "What did you want, though?"
"I just needed some space. My parents are acting crazy."
"Your parents are always crazy." I remind him. He gives me a pointed look, but it fades.
"Yea, you're right." He rubs a hand down his face, before looking over to me. "So what were you doing tonight? You got that chick Estefania over again? I told you she likes getting hit raw."
"You know I don't do that shit. She wants it raw, she can go find some old guy where she works." Diego laughs at my response. "My parents came over and then invited their associates for dinner. They had called saying that my house had more space and had a "proper" dining rom."
"Damn." Diego says, looking up at my house. His eyes squint as if he's trying to see something. "Who's that up in your room?" He asks, pointing a finger at my bedroom window. From here, the lights are on, but the curtains are closed. And a silhouette of a girls body is standing in front or near the window.
"You got a girl up ion your room and you didn't tell me." Diego gives a hurt expression, putting his hand over his heart. "She's got a nice body too." He pretends to cry. "It must be nice."
"Cut that shit out." I groan. And the more I look, the more mesmerized I become. I don't know what she's doing, but whatever it is, I'm thankful. Because she really has just blessed us with this fan-fucking-tastic view.
"So what were your parents doing this time?" I light my cigarette and take a long drag from it.
"They said my kill count should be up to two-fifty eight by now." He rolls his eyes and leans his head back, staring up at the stars. "They don't realize how much shit I'm going through right now, man." He sighs.
"You're very lucky you aren't a disappointment, Nadine."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Just because I'm everything my parents imagined I'd be- and even more- doesn't mean that they're proud of me. Shit, they don't even like me."
"Yea, I was starting to think that. You should see the glares your dad gives you when you turn your head." Diego chuckles. I smirk.
"It just proves he can't do anything to my face."
"Well, I think ima head out," he hops off the edge of the water fountain, and brushes his clothes off. "I'll let you get back to yo girl, I guess." When he turns his head, I can see the faint smirk on his lips.
I rub my jaw in agitation.
"Alright, asshole." I stand up and walk back up to the house. He pulls out of the driveway on his motorcycle, and speeds down the street.
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