Arabella Anastasi is just a girl, with a dark past. She wore a mask and hood at school (although, she hardly showed up) to avoid people and questions, she went by a fake name too. Her mafia involvement wasn't a big help either, her secret could be a...
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I love him.
And I'm damn proud of myself for telling him that.
But what made me happier was that he said it back, and I could see that he truly meant it.
Those are the only thoughts that ran through my mind while eating breakfast. Zade was upstairs and asleep and I'll let him rest till an hour before his classes.
I took Marco, Leo and King out already, I took a shower, I ate breakfast, so now I have nothing to do and the time ticked 6:57 a.m.
Go annoy Zade.
And so I did. I practically skipped upstairs with Marco behind me, and jumped into the bed, startling Zade.
"You give good head.", were my first words to him this morning.
"No 'I love you Zade' in the morning right, yep, nope, just 'You give good head'.", Zade mumbled as he turned around to lay on his stomach.
"Wake up, dumbass, you have class soon.", I said shaking his bare shoulder.
He moved his head to look at me and then squinted his eyes, "No."
"Fine. Don't.", I said and then turned around to try to leave.
Keyword: try
Zade put his hands on either side of my waist and pulled me in before I could leave, and them butterflies were massive.
"You're not allowed to leave.", Zade said and he put his cheek on my head, using me as a pillow.
"Yes, I am.", I said, trying to push his head off. It very clearly didn't work.
"Can you stop moving?", Zade stated more than asked. I kept readjusting my legs.
"No.", I said, knowing exactly what I was doing.
"Fuck you.", Zade said and then he turned over. Now suddenly, I wanted him back on top of me because it felt cold.
Call the technicians, my personal heater just broke.
"Hey, come back!", I said and tried to pull him over me.
He easily rolled over and now he was laying on top of me, his front facing up.
"Okay, you can get off me now.", I said. I'm literally dying, I can't breathe.
"Tell me which Arabella I'm talking to right now.", Zade said as he finally got up , but then sat down on top of my waist, straddling me.
"Which one am I supposed to say?", I asked.
"I'm not exactly sure.", He yawned.
"Well then, you're talking to the Arabella who loves you.", I said confidently.
