Daggers of love

chapter 2

Tw- mentions of suicide

a few days have passed since my encounter with Saya, nothing changed much except for the rumours of a new student. I'm impressed, Saya actually convinced that sad child to join a boarding school filled with blood thirsty, rebellious teens. I wonder how she did it? I know Saya would do anything to prevent herself from failing a class. I thought Marcus would've killed himself by now honestly, his eyes seemed so tired and done with all the bullshit this world has thrown at him. Maybe Saya cut him a deal? Given him some sappy bullshit that all suicidal people want to hear, ya know the whole "you're not alone" bull shit. Maybe she kissed him and gave him the love he's been craving since he lost his parents, whatever she did, it worked.

Walking down the halls I head to my locker to grab some books for my first class, AP deadly arts with master Lin. Uniform on as was required but slightly customised, I wouldn't dare mess up the actual fabric but I added some accessories. I had a black choker with a pentacle pendent and black cross earring, as well as make up consisting of eyeliner (whatever style you want) and dark red lips. not too much to stand out but not too much that I blend in. I had a navel piercing that was under my shirt, simple silver jewellery incrusted with two black diamonds, yes real black diamonds, curtesy of my eldest cousin Leonardo. And of course, I had my scar, deep and fairly noticeable, running horizontally across my face.

While retrieving my books I hear a familiar voice.

"Hey Saya, what's up?" oh poor Marcus, not understanding she doesn't actually care about you. I don't know what she did to get him to come here, but whatever she did it got him acting like a lost puppy. I watch him from my locker, he goes to his which about five lockers up from mine. I watch as he opens it, retrieving a plush doll with a note and a knife in its chest, I had no idea what the note read but I didn't care. I noticed how good he looked in that uniform, it fit him perfectly and complemented everything. maria came up next to him and started speaking, I don't want to say that I hate maria but I don't particularly like her either, people group me with the cartel because they think Italians are Mexicans but in a different font. I have gotten offers from chico to join his gang the soto vatos but I turned him down causing him to yell at me and call me a loser rat, I would much rather be a rat than give up my family's culture.

I like being a rat, its easier for people to underestimate you if they think they have the upper hand, the system of gangs in this school help with that. If I wanted to be in a gang, I would make my own, mamma raised an independent leader, not a submissive follower. Again, with the confliction, I feel the need to stand out because of how I've been raised, but the way to survive in this school without being in a legacy is to blend in.

Maria looked like she was really into her conversation with Marcus until chico came along and grabbed her neck, pushing her up against the wall. Marcus tried to step in and help her, oh he's so cute, bet he's easy to manipulate too, oh wait he is. I stopped paying attention to their conversation, I looked over every once and a while out of curiosity. Chico played the same shit as usual, grabs them by their shirt, holds up a knife, his little henchmen coming in from time to time. So boring, can't this kid come up with anything new? Just after thinking that Billy went past them with a drink in his hand which got stolen by chico and dumped on Marcus's head while the cup ended up getting thrown at him. Ok that's new.

The bell went and I was met with Billy, well after he retrieved his cup that it.

"Ciao Bella donna" he has the most pathetic accent ever but at least he's trying.

"Ciao bimbo, you're getting better, still need to work on that accent though. sorry to hear about your drink by the way" I say referring to the Marcus, Chico incident. After I turn around closing my locker and start making my way to class, billy followed.

"Meh, it was put to good use, what do you think about the new rat?" he questioned, his facial expression suggesting something I didn't particularly like.

"he's fine, bit naive and maybe a slight hero complex but he's fine" we made out way down the halls, our legs automatically following the route to AP black arts as our brains think elsewhere. I know what billy was thinking, new boy in school, an orphan for that matter, I should be all over him. Growing up in Italy I was raised to have the most intense maternal instincts, not get me wrong I do, but I reserve them for my friends, not some sad orphan boy who burnt down a boy's home, well not yet at least. "You're going to invite him to our little group, aren't you?" I questioned looking up at billy, his green mohawk and goofy smile on full display.

"Yep, he's a rat just like us and who knows, maybe he will be the one mommy and daddy marry you off to" by the time he finished his sentence we made it to AP black arts. I wanted to slap him for the last comment but sat in my seat instead, I sat two seats away from brandy, an empty desk between us. I would have liked more space from that hill billy bitch, but the only other seat available was right at the front and there was no way I was going to sit there.

I wonder who's going to take the spot between us.