Fifteen year old Alexandra Amoretto Decides to run around the city, Causing trouble with a random boy she met on the bus after being abandoned by her boyfriend because of her pregnancy.
Seventeen year old Massimo Del Carlo Runs around the city causi...
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"Nervous?" He whisper towards my ear. "Hm? Do I look nervous?" I ask.
"You've been holding onto me since we got in here." He says making me look down at my hands that were indeed clinging onto arm with a hard grip.
One hand below his shoulder and the other around his forearm. "Oh." I possibly might've been standing behind him and hiding behind his arm but that's because everyone has been looking at me like I'm some sort of artifact
. "I'm not letting go." I state griping him tighter. "I'm not asking you to. It's cute." He simply states. "Nothing cute about how everyone is staring at me right now. I'm beginning to think it's a racial issue." I say.
Which would make sense since I am literally the only black person in sight here. Its a big ballroom with tiles and chandeliers and shit.
We stood by a big ass fire place near the bar. Everyone mingled and jingled and laughed but Massimo was like the opposite of a people magnet so not many people were mingling over here.
"Racial issue?" He ask confused weirdly enough his face does not move its like it never does in the public eye. "Why would someone have an Issue with you being black?" He asks.
"You'd be surprised."
"They'd be dead."
Off the bat he begins staring down people staring in our direction one by one until he has an aura that doesn't allow anyone to breathe this way.
"Maybe a racial issue if you claim it to be but My guess is people are looking at you because its the first time they've seen a woman on my arm." He says. "First time?!"
"Yes." He states simply like it's nothing. Okay then. Occasionally people he knew came up to us to talk a bit about business or in Italian but not many.
Right now a man was walking towards us with a black and white suit, mullet hair cut and a goofy grin with pearly whites. When he gets closer I see him clearer. tanned skin and literation of tattoos.
He holds his arms out with and drags out a "hey!" As he walked closer. "You look good!" He stops in front of massimo and bear hugs him, massimo stands completely still.
He pulls away from his hug and rest his hands on his shoulders. "Wow what a beautiful man you've become, huh?" He taps his shoulder.
"alto, muscoloso e bello!" Massimo gives him a very dull look. "And who is this pretty lady?" He turns to me.
"You're probably the baddest bitch at this dinner not gonna lie." A bit of his new york accent pops out. My mouth hangs open with a smile as I try to figure out what I should say. "Thank you?" I try.
"Did you just call my wife a bitch?" Massimo finally speaks. The man scratches is head in confusion. "Wife..?" He starts hysterically laughing.
"WOW! You think you can just get married without me?!" He grabs his face with both hands and sways his head around like he is a baby.
