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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Class has never been so boring. Ever.
I didn't bring Marco today because I thought I could be independent and he has a vet appointment today so Arabella's taking him.
Carlos is the only source of entertainment right now, and he's half asleep.
And I'm busy taking notes.
"I'm never showing up to class again."
"And that's on period.", Carlos groaned, as he slightly woke up and stretched.
"Your eyeliner is smuged, dick wad.", I lied. It's completely perfect.
"Liar."
"No.", I defended.
He took out his phone and then checked it with the camera, and after making sure it was perfect, he looked at me with the disappointed face your parents give you when you get detention at school.
"Ew.", I said and then continued my note taking.
~~~
"Why are your notes so clean?", Carlos asked as he flipped through my notebook.
I think they're messy as hell because I just wrote them down all over the page.
"Because yours are icky.", I said as I looked at his sloppy writing.
"Shut up.", he said.
I love bullying Carlos. It's so fun.
"Carlos, do you like motorcycles?", I asked.
"Here we go again, no Zade, I don't."
"Why not?"
"Because they're dumb as hell.", he said.
"I'm leaving. That's it. We're not friends anymore.", I said and then got up to go to the washroom.
"Hey where are you going?"
"I'm going home.", I lied.
"Fine. Go and don't come back.", he said, rolling his eyes.
I left my notebook with him and then walked outside to the entrance of the coffee shop and then I walked back in and sat down right beside Carlos.
"Ew it's you again.", he said as he wrote down the last thing.
"Shut up.", I said.
~~~
"Zade, we need to talk.", Arabella said as she came downstairs after her twenty minute long phone call.
"Yes we do.", I said. I hate when she says that. 'We need to talk.' , the stress I get when she says it.
