╰┈➤ ❝ [the monster within me] ❞
━━━━━━━ dangerous? yeah,
that sounds like my type. - chico
"she was a dangerous sin, wrapped in
angelic eyes; it made my heart pound
with distrust and my mind cloud with
bewilderment."
A [ DEADLY CLASS ] FANFIC...
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TW: smut :)
I was getting ready in my room, music blasting through my speakers as Chico laid on my bed. He had gotten back from his date with Maria... it didn't end very well.
He found out that she tried to set Marcus up to kill him. Idiota. Chico ended up killing a guy to remind her of who he is.
He's kind of crazy.
"I love her, Van. I love her so much... why can't she love me the same way?" He questioned while setting down the bottle of vodka.
"That was mine!" I thought before sitting crisscross on my bed, his head laying on my pillow as he stared at her ceiling.
I'm thankful to have a room for myself, it's a safe sanctuary for Chico and I. It's a place where we know that no ones going to judge us.
"I don't know, Chico. I don't fucking know." I said as he grabbed my hand with his strong one.
"Why can't she be like you?" He mumbled before pulling me into his chest, my thighs going on either side of him as he buried his face in my neck.
I felt a single tear run down my neck, my hand gently stroking his hair as he held onto me tightly.
"There's no one like me, bambino." I whispered in his ear as he squeezed me tighter.
"He's so fragile, right now." Smiley said, causing me to whisper sweet nothing in his ear.
"Look at me, Chico."
The buzz cut boy lifted his head up from my neck, his eyes bloodshot red.
"You are amazing. You love her so fucking much and if she doesn't see that... that's her own fault." I stated while cupping his cheeks.
I could feel his eyes roaming my face, his hands resting on my bare skin since my shirt had risen a little.
"Chico..."
"Vanessa." He answered before putting one of his hand behind my head and pushing my face down towards him. Our lips a few inches away from each other, our alcohol scented breaths mixing together as we stared at each other.
"You're not thinking straight, bambino." I whispered lowly, I doubt he even heard me.
But he did.
"A reminiscent of old times, querida." He pleaded, his other hand resting on my ass.
"You weren't with Maria back then. You are now. We can't, Chico." I tried to reason but the tension was getting heavier by the second.
