Forbidden Love...💟

Shenanigans, shenanigans, she-na-ni-guns, what a funny word

Celestina's POV

Previously on Forbidden love,

"I've noticed you like chocolate and what kind. We have spent a lot of time in a group."  He pointed it out. I pass the other kit kat bar to him. "And you don't share." He noted. "I feel nice." I smiled and returned to my resting bitch face.

"So, usually, you feel naughty?"

Think.

I shot him a look. He rubbed his face in embarrassment. I bit back a smile. "Forget I said that, things are way too sexualized and I didn't mean it like that." I nodded, giving him another chance.

"You have noticed my personal taste in chocolate. Anything else you noticed about me?" I bit into the chocolate. It is tastier when someone else buys it. "I know your coffee order, you hate tea and you prefer vegetarian foods rather than meat. Turquoise is your favorite color and red and black suit you better. The pendant is your mother's and the ring is a family heirloom. Italian and your middle name is Isabella. You bite your nails just because. You are multilingual. You are observant and impulsive with a short temper. You are good with numbers. You like to dance." Date.

His gaze was trained on me and I continue munching on the chocolate, unflinchingly. He smiled complacently. "On point." He answered for me. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes at him. "Good for you. You know my preferences well." I tossed him the project to proofread.

"Oh, I forgot something." I sighed and looked at him expectantly. "You are mouthy." I sneered at him which made him chuckle. Which annoyed the librarian. "Thanks." 

I motioned to our work. "Shall we?" He nodded although he had a weird look.

Luca quietly returned to the project. While working, he looked like he wanted to say something and decided against it. I didn't question him. After some correction and some self study, we concluded the group project. We were missing one person in our group compared to others. But we more than made up for it. We are quite smart people. Overconfidence can kill. My mind interrupted again. So can I.

We wrapped up our work and walked to his car. My phone blasted the song 'SexyBack by Justin Timberlake'. He laughed out loud and got inside the car, leaving me alone. I answered the call, irked. "Who the hell is this?" I could hear some rumbling and whispers. There was a loud crash and loud laughter. I quickly realized whose laughter it was. "Guys, what happened?"

"The alarm was really—" "I'm really hung—" "Eat then. Stop annoying us." "Where are we? What are we doing?" "Everybody, shhh." There was radio silence after that. I got in the car, aware of the fiasco that followed the usual shushing. He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at me directly. I could see myself reflected in his eyes. His eyes were really gorgeous, just like my sapphire pendant. Kiss!! My mind screamed. Kill!!

I moved back to make myself comfortable. "Somebody shushed Carlotta." He mouthed the word 'oh, shit'. I nodded. The volume increased by a thousand fold and Carlotta started cursing in French. Luca and I laughed at them quite loudly. Someone pressed the pause button in their fight.

"Who is with you?" The entire gang synced up. Before I could answer, he did. "Hi, guys. How did you sleep?" I could feel the sudden shift like the calm before the storm. "Oh my god." "It finally happened." "Yesss—" "Broooooooo, did you—" "Nice." The final one from Michael surprised everyone. They burst out laughing.

"We are in the library to complete our psych project which none of you have even thought about." I emphasized the project part. "Aw, study date." Alena distinguished herself. "Alena, shut up." I muttered grudgingly.

"Buy us breakfast." Jake's voice echoed through the phone. We left the parking lot and drove home. "No." We both rejected him. "Why not?" Jake whined.

"It's 3 in the afternoon." Lucy screeched at him. "Fine, buy us lunch." Jake ordered again. "Do you ever spend your time not consuming food enough to fill five African savanna elephants?" I insulted him. This provoked loud ugly laughter from the group.

"See, mouthy." Luca pointed out. I stuck my tongue at him in another moment of immaturity. He laughed. "Just text the order and you are paying me back if you order more than three items. No snacks. I'm not going grocery shopping for you."

"You are a good friend, my dear." Jake faked a British accent. "Even after the alarms and what I plan on doing to your food." Luca snorted. "Okay, it took us a really long time to find our phones. How did you even open our phones? And wait—" He paused. "What are you going to do with the food?"

"If I were you, I'd watch my back." I hung up.

We had to rush home with so much food. They are like pygmy shrews. They inhaled the food and lazed around my house for hours. Luca and Alec left for some work. Others teetered around and finally left one by one.

I crashed on the couch after cleaning up after them. Honestly, I'd have to hire a cleanup crew for these inconsiderate pigs. Well, they are exactly like my family. They are more or less my weird family. Sigh. Being a leader in the family is hard enough. This requires a new level of tolerance for shenanigans. Shenanigans, what a funny word. Shenanigans, shenanigans, she-na-ni-guns. My mind mumbled.

Sometimes, I think my mind and I are two different people. I exist alone and so does my mind. Pshhhh, loner. Shut up for god's sake, shhh. Don't you dare shush me? Do not start with me now. Oh, really, let's go. Where?

I sincerely need to stop talking to myself. I must be really tired. I should sleep. Good idea. Oh, so, you agree with me, now. Radio silence. Ha, thought so.

"God, I need help."

My phone rang at this moment. Of course, thanks, universe, you suck. "Who is this?" The decibel increased with each word.

"I'd watch your tone if I were you." A familiar voice spoke up gruffly.

"Dad, come va?" I diffused his anger by softening my voice.

"Cariño, don't patronize me. I've been calling you since last night. Did you even—" His Italian accent became more prominent with each word.

"Mi... mi dispiace papà." I interrupted him. His accent made it very difficult to understand him. "My friends crashed over and I have been completing my psych project. I didn't realize you had called. Did you reach safely?"

He hummed. "Mi dispiace tanto, papà."

"I'm good and I'm back home and blah blah. Need to know something important." He perked up immediately. He can't handle it when I switch to Italian. Poor man.

"Come va?"

"I'm not angry, stop buttering me." He informed me. I couldn't help but laugh.

"So..."

"How is my future son-in-law?" I groaned. "No, he is not your son-in-law. It would be hard for anyone to marry him. He is a huge asshole......" I trailed off. Think.

I stopped calling him asshole. I actually referred him by his name.

'People in the far away future will come to remember this day as the day you no longer call him asshole.' My mind popped up with a jack o'lantern smile.

Creep.

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This is second part of her flashback. It ends. I shall now return to the original plot. Thanks for reading.
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