𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

birthday present

Evelyn

"Boo!" The familiar voice echoed from my right and made me drop my books on the floor.

The papers from my history project flew around and I crouched down to collect them. Again like always, Stefano tried to ruin my day.

I didn't turn my head to him. The sight of his black boots caught my eyes but I stayed silent as I picked up my books.

Piece by piece, I got all of them and stood up.

My locker was still open and I shoved some of them inside.

A hand landed on the one next to me and made me slightly jump and close my eyes shut.

"What's up?" Stefano spoke and leaned forward. I tried to get away as much as possible.

I won't let him destroy my day. Tomorrow on Wednesday was my birthday and he was not going to ruin my mood with his stupid jokes.

When I didn't answer him, he spoke again. "Why so quiet today, bella?" I wanted to roll my eyes. Why was he always messing up my name? There was a girl similar to me called Isabella. Did he think I was her?

Jerk.

What was his deal anyway? For the past year, he has been like an annoying fly that I wanted to smack on the wall.

"Let me see what you have here." He extended his hand and grabbed one of the invitations I prepared for my birthday. There were only three of them and all of them were handmade by me. It was one of my hobbies. Creating with papers and drawing.

It was pathetic I know but for the very first time in my life, I was going to invite friends for my birthday.

The three girls I was doing my history project with, were the closest to friends that I had.

I never had anyone before. Until now. Well, I hope they see me as their friend.

"Birthday party..." Stefano read every little word out loud. Mocking me.

Tears threatened to well up in my eyes with each passing second.

"Really? Are you a child?" I snatched the card away from him and finally looked up at him. For someone who was very attractive, he sure knew how to be an asshole.

Stefano had dark hair that was longer on top and shorter on the side. His amber eyes shone with each one of his looks and he was towering over me with his strong build.

There were a couple of small tattoos on his fingers and his intoxicating cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes hit my nose as soon as he invited my space.

A smirk played on his lips as he leaned his hand on top of my locker and glanced down at me.

"You have a birthday?" His eyebrows lifted up mockingly. I didn't say anything but rather stayed quiet. It's what I always did. I knew not to mess with anyone.

I still bear scars from middle school. I turned around and began placing my last couple of papers in the locker.

"You're way too cute like this. With a frown on your face." He whispered behind me, his fingers twirling a piece of my hair. His breath fanned my skin and I pushed myself further into the metal locker.