The perfect storm in a quiet room

Chapter 64

CASY

I stare at the phone screen while recalling the happy memories I shared with him when we were a couple.

We loved each other so much... We were hypnotized with this overwhelming love that I found hard to breathe when we were apart. And yeah, you might think a thirteen-year-old girl and a fifteen-year-old guy can't experience that kind of love, but yes, we could and we did.

I remember how it all started. It was during a geography class where the teacher assigned us to work together on a project. At first, I was nervous because, hello, he was two years older than me and I had a major crush on him, so yeah, plenty of reasons to be a nervous wreck.

We began to work on our project, hence spending more time together. Time passed and we started liking each other, but at the same time Dilara and Valentina also started to get really close to him. That bothered the shit out of me, of course, though I couldn't do anything because I didn't hang with them anymore.

We kept talking and hanging out and a year later at a birthday party I had my first kiss with him, in the eyes of the whole class and, obviously, Dilara and Valentina. At that very moment, they hated me, and stopped talking to me for a while. They wanted to sabotage our relationship so they made up stories about him cheating on me. They tried to embarrass me in front of the whole school and Dilara once kissed him on purpose and posted the picture on Instagram just to piss me off and make me break up with him. A year later, we were still together so they decided to give up on sabotaging our relationship and we all agreed to be friends again. Of course my relationship with Dilara and Valentina wasn't the same anymore. We were "friends" but that was just a title—we all knew things were too complicated for us to be actual friends.

We continue hanging out and partying. Leo and I grew more in love and Valentina and Dilara annoying as fuck, so guys barely payed attention to them, which I can't deny it made me very happy.

On our first anniversary, Leo and I had sex. It was my first time but I was positive it wasn't his, for he knew exactly where to touch a woman and how to make her moan.

That moment was magical... so different from right now. Sometimes, when I recall those moments, I wonder how I was so naïve not to notice the violent side of him. And I also wonder whether the Leo I dated a year ago is the same as the Leo who abuses me and hurts me. They seem like two completely different people...

A year and a half later our relationship went through a hard time. And I may have something to do with it since I... I... I cheated on him. Yeah, you read that well.

When we were halfway through freshman year, an exchange student arrived. His name was Marco D'Angelo and, as you may guess, he was Italian. He was eighteen years old and his arrival, just like Leo's, was scandalous too. Every girl in the whole damn school wanted to fuck him and rightly so because he was one of the most beautiful guys I've seen my whole life. His dark hair and dark eyes matched his pale skin perfectly and his accent... Oh God... that was such a turn-on... And his muscles... He was bulky and after finding out he worked out six times a week, I could perfectly understand why he had a round butt and big arms like The Rock's (okay maybe not that big). He was hot as fuck, but there was a problem—I was dating Leo.

Don't get me wrong—at that moment I was head over heels for Leo. We were made for each other and I wanted him with all of me, but... you know when you see someone hot and your vagina kind of... lights up? It's like you feel a pinch down there and in that moment you know you're fucked because, well, the body wants what the body wants. You know what I mean? Because that's exactly what happened to me.

Every girl was trying to get to him. They would try everything—from stalking him on Instagram to bringing him presents at school and fighting with each other to see which one could be the lucky one to sit next to him. The school became a battlefield—I'm not kidding.