𝚂†𝙰𝙲𝚈'𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾†𝙷𝙴𝚁 supernatural world

chapter 8: the party

'Mr. Axetor, could you please read out extract No.2, 4 lines down, please?'

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as I began to flick through the pages, my mind somewhere completely else. The reason I couldn't concentrate was because of the piercing stare coming from right next to me.

'Is there something on my fucking face, Azzaro?' I whisper-shout and he only chuckles loudly to make a mockery of me and also so that people around us will start paying attention to this trivial matter.

How come he sits next to me in nearly all my lessons?! God what on earth were you thinking!

'I'm not paid enough to supervise you kids, get the fuck out this is supposed to be my break and I'm stuck teaching u guys for an extra bit of cash, you know I'm only a college student myself-'

'We get it Pinocchio, now can we leave? Roman pouts and I playfully slap him when the teacher grunts at the nose slander.

'Pinocchio? Be nice will you-' I remarked as we left the class only to be slammed into a locker.

'Fucking shut up freshman. I can do what I want here,' He growled at me and I was confused at his sudden mood change.

'Why don't you have a little respect, you're almost a fucking senior asshole, grow the fuck up!' I gnarled at him and he only looks back in fury, ready to pounce.

'I've gone soft on you haven't I, Angy? Im letting some stupid freshman dictate what goes around here am I? Aren't I?' Roman spits and when his fists began to clench I knew I was a dog's dinner.

'Answer me, won't you? Do you even remember who I am?' Roman whispers into my ear giving me chills that every ounce of self conscience went through the window.
Fucking run away Angel!

'..um,' I mumbled too faintly that he leaned in much closer, and I swear my heart began to do loops.

He thrusts his fingers through my hair, gripping it and forcing it up so that I had to look him in the eyes.

Those stupid forest eyes luring into my soul, holding me captive; captivated by him.

'The party's tonight, alright? Come or don't come, I don't give a fuck about you,' Roman muttered and I hissed when he gripped on my messy blonde hair extra tight before letting go roughly  and storming off.

This guy was a ticking time bomb, one thing and the whole place sets on fire...

Roman had the authority to, with his uncle being the head of school and his step dad being a very wealthy real estate person and his dad...

His dad... Now that I think about it, who the fuck is Roman's dad? He had a different last name then Stacy and he had a thick Italian accent - if it even was Italian - who really was Roman Azzaro?

He was never there when me and Stacy would have play dates when we were younger and there was no mention of him either. Either that or I clearly did not remember meeting him...

~timeskip~

stacy 🌸: r u coming to the party

I groaned at the text but replied back anyways. Was I going to the party?

stacy 🌸: r u coming to the party read
                                                                                      idk
stacy 🌸: wdym u don't know!! read

I responded back with a lie hoping she would back off.

stacy 🌸: you don't have a ride? read
stacy 🌸: text this guy ******** read
stacy 🌸: he's a good friend of mine read
                                                                       fine whatever