Afraid•Niccolo Genoveder Rossi •

eighteen

|After Niccolo left|

|Serena|

He left after that.
I was just some game to him.
He hates that Marco stopped being an asshole and wanted to talk to somebody like me.
He's impossible.

|Niccolo|

I went into my car and sighed.
Marco cannot have her.
I will not allow it.
She's mine.
In a way.
She just doesn't know it yet.

|Marco|

It was 11 when I woke up.
And only one thing on my mind.
I need to check up on her.
She must be distraught.
After all of that.
Make sure she doesn't have a migraine.
Make her some food.
I think we're friends now at least.

|Present time: detention|

|Serena|

I stood between those two, thinking about the past.
What they both did for me.
But I was some type of pawn in Niccolo's possessive games.
Marco actually wanted to help me.
Niccolo just wanted to say that he won me.
And that's not happening.

|Niccolo|

I cared about her that night.
Sure, she didnt know that, but I did.
She didn't deserve that.
And she's so caught up in hating me.
When all I want to do is love her.

|Serena|

"This is stupid. It's all in the past and we're still on it. Look, I don't know what game you two were playing then, but I don't want to get caught in any of it." I say, walking off.

I felt dizzy.

I just needed to sit down.

"Are you okay?" Marco asks, walking over to me.
"Prince charming coming to the rescue!" Niccolo mocks.

"Just shut the hell up, Niccolo!" Marco spat.
"You first!"

Then I saw black.

I'm not sure how long I've been knocked out for, but it was enough for the two of them to hover over me.

I tried sitting up when Niccolo pushed me back down.

"You aren't sitting up yet. Are you okay?" Niccolo asks, his hand still on me.

"I'd be better if you'd let me go". I reply grumpily, rubbing my eyes.

"You heard her, let go". Marco says, as he eyed Niccolo's hand.

Niccolo let go.

Marco took my hand and helped me up.

"What happened?" I ask wearily, as Marco sat me down at a desk.

"You passed out." They both say in unison.

"Wonderful ". I sarcastically reply.

"I'm getting the nurse". Marco insists, leaving the room.

"That's not necessary -" But he already walked out.

My head pounded.

"I think I love you". Niccolo blurts.

"What?"