High school student Mabel elzada was always a introvert. her life changes when she moves from the sweaty Nevada to muddy Oregon.
But meeting James kylan the handsome and mysterious teen mafia boy. Mabel is let's just say not Letting him push her aw...
James was in the mafia Chicago mafia. I don't know what part of him liked me. But he did but I liked him. Maybe even more. Too much to the point I wouldn't wanna lose him There was a part of him that I loved. I got my thoughts interrupted by the door bell ringing.
I changed into a brown zip up and bootcut jeans. And headed to the door and you guessed it. It was James. "Hey" he said leaning on the door frame "Need a ride?" He says knowing I won't say no I roll my eyes and tell him I will be back. So I could get my bag for school.
We arrive at school and when I tell you everyone was looking at us. James noticed and put his arm around me for even more people to stare. He's full of it. I then notice all his "sibling" staring at me. The red head especially. She looked like she wanted to kill me.
Towards the day. I just finished math and go through the halway towards my locker and feel a tug on my wrist pulling me into a closet. It was James as he closed the closet door behind him.
" wow a janitors closet so romantic." I say He giggled a bit and I loved seeing him smile. "Hey can we talk" I say to him He nods a bit " how did you get in this , in Chicago." He sighs " I was born there, my father was in charge and he's getting older, which means he doesn't have time to be in charge. So at some point I gotta lead it. Not much of a choice" He says uncomfortably "I don't like to be like this. But it is what it is" he says scoffing trying to laugh it off. " okay well I have to get to class" He smiles
" I like a girl that is focusing on her education" he says kissing me on the check.
I walk out of the closet and try to finish up the school day.
I get a text from James. "want you to come over tomorrow. Meet my fam" "Your family? What if they don't like me" I respond with I'm not so worried that I'm in a house full of gang leaders but I'm more worried that they won't like.. i don't know someone who grow up in a small house in Nevada. "You will be fine , pick u up tm" he responds with. I shut of my phone and head home.
I get home and see willows car in the drive way and I head in too see her and chase talking to my mom.
Willow spots me " hey Maybel! How are you sugar." She says giving me a kiss on the cheek "Pretty good" I say and I caught chase staring at me and I avoid eye contact.
" what you guys doing here" I say setting my bag down. " just missed you" she says with a warm smile " and because chase wouldn't stop bugging to see you." Her and my mom giggle And cause rolls his eyes. I then overhear my mom and Willow talking about the kills. I never really asked if it was James and his family that ever killed one of them. ****
It was the next day and James was taking me to his family's house. I was kinda nervous but when we pulled in the drive way his house was huge and gorgeous with big windows. "It's beautiful" I say We start to walk in and he takes of my coat for me revealing my long sleeve green button up And my flare leggings. He then grabs my hand and walks towards the kitchen where I hear talking. I hear sizzling from a pan and cooking Chanel.
I walk in to see a young women and a taller man that looks like James. I also see the tall blonde guy who's name is Elliot I think from when Erica was explaining. I could smell meat being cooked and salad and it looked Italian. I'm guessing James told them I was Italian. The young women sees me and with joy she runs up to me. " hello Maybel! I'm mila James mother" she says. She seems like a very sweets and nice women. "Nice to meet you! The food looks great!" She then nods her head in thanks and goes back to cooking the food. The red head who is rosy then turns around the corner of the house to see me and looks at me up and down. Like what the hell did I do to her.
James then sees I'm getting uncomfortable. So he takes my hand and leads me upstairs. I see his bedroom.
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it hasn't looked slept in and he leads me towards the bed and I look around and I see stacks off books. "You like books?" I say He shrugs I stand up and grab one that I see "The Picture of Dorian Gray" " I like this one" I say "You read it?" He says coming from behind me and playing with my hair. He then grabs the book out of my hand and drags me again towards the bed. I'm now laying on his chest while he's sat up and opening the book.
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all." His voice was so calming I started to drift off as I was tracing my fingers around his scars on his arm. And then I fluttered off.
