Alessandro graduated last year, leaving Y/N alone at school for a whole year. She had her friends, but she misses her boyfriend. She doesn't see him much because she's always studying and he works. Alessandro felt bad and wanted to make up for it.
Y/N pov:
"Hey Y/N, I need your help," Angelina says into my ear.
"Yeah sure, with what?"
"With everything. I don't understand algebra," she giggles.
"When did you ever understand algebra?"
"When it was with pictures of food." she says.
"You mean in grade three?" I say in a whisper yell.
"Yes," she says, putting on a big smile,
"Just put the x as a pizza and the y as a gelato."
"Oh my God, you are a genius. Why didn't I think of that?"
" Y/N and Angelina, this is not time for talking. If i catch you again 100 sentences after school. Understood?" my teacher yells agross the room
"Yes Mrs Sanda" we both say together before turing back to my work.
As the bell goes and I walk out of class and to my locker, my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I look at it and see a text message from Alessandro.
Bear: Meet me in front of the school. Don't walk home.
Wait, he's coming to pick me up, that's great, I haven't seen him in person for about two weeks, we only talke on Snapchat, but we called almost every night, but it's not the same.
I am so excited that I run to my locker, grab my stuff and walk out the front door to see my boyfriend.
I walk to where he always used to park only to see that every single girl in the school is around him. So there is only one thing to do, I have to push my way to the front just to get close to him.
"Hey, get off me, you pig," one girl says as I push her.
"Hey princess, how are you?" asks Alessandro.
"We're fine, thanks," some girls say before falling on me and muttering that he is so hot. I know he is hot, why do you think I am going out with him?
"I'm fine," I say, trying not to sound irritated, but it was no use.
"Get off me," I say to the girl who fell on me, pushing her away.
"Hey, don't talk to our friend like that whore," one girl says.
"Yeah, just because you have a sugar daddy doesn't mean you have to be a bitch to everyone."
"My older sister told you to stay away from him, but you didn't. I mean, look at you, then look at him. Go and humble yourself and listen to that disgusting Taylor Swift shit".
I just shake my head and gettting angry very quickly.
"Oww, so you agree. You like to shake it off, shake it off, ah ah," she says mockingly then bursts out laughing.
"The little bitch has the worst taste in music and probably reads for fun. How weird. The only thing real girls should read are magazines. And even then just get daddy to buy you the audio copy".
I look at Alessandro, who has been making eye contact with me all this time. He just turns and opens the door, letting me in before closing it.
As he walks around I look out my tinted window and see all the girls giving me the rude finger. Piss off and get a life. Just as I am about to get out and fight the girl, Alessandro gets into the car.
"Are you ok, Princess?" he asks, taking my hand in his.
"Yeah, whatever, they're just annoying," I say, my eyes filling with water.
"Don't waste your mascara on them, Princess, and if it makes you feel any better, in any universe I would still choose you, never one of those girls."
"I mean, their own boyfriends cheat on them, so I guess they don't like them either," I say, rubbing the water out of my eyes.
"Well I've got some good news for you then Princess".
"Oh please tell me," I say, getting interested.
"You won't have to worry about them for a fortnight because we're going away."
"What do you mean we are going away?" I ask.
"You and I are going to the Maldives for two weeks."
"Wait, what. What about my school stuff, and is it just us, no one else?"
"Yes, just us. And what about school? Well, your dad has asked me to be your tutor for the time being."
"Oh, how fun," I say sarcastically.
"I'm going to be a princess. When I drop you off, you have 15 minutes to pack a bag because our private plane leaves in 1 hour and 30 minutes."
"I can't pack that fast," I say in a panic.
"I'll help you," he replies.
