Afraid•Niccolo Genoveder Rossi •

nineteen

|Serena|

I looked at him like he was off his rockers.
He didn't just say that.

"What?" I ask again.
"You heard me".
"There's no way you just said that"...
"I wouldn't be saying it if it wasn't meant to be said".
"Your fucking crazy." I say.
"Well that's just another fun thing about me". He says cooly.

"You're in a relationship".. I start.
"That doesn't matter".
"Your blonde girlfriend thinks otherwise".
"And you matter more".
"I'm just a game for you to play".
"No you're not". He says, taking my hands.
"I'm having the hardest time believing that".
"I love you. Do I have to spell that out for you?"
"You can't love me, Niccolo."
"I know. That's why I do".
"I'm the social outcast who you hate".
"I love you for fucks sake, Serena!"

"You wonder why I stayed there that morning after that party? Because I was concerned for you! I wanted to make sure you were okay. You were mine before you even knew it."

"Then why were you an ass to me?"

"Because i knew where you would be at all times. I knew you weren't far and you needed to be close to me. I want you next to me. At all times. It drove me crazy not knowing where you were, and acting like an asshole kept you close." He explains, closer and closer to me.

"You don't love me." I whisper.
"I love you more than you will ever know."
"I-"
"Do you love me, Serena?"
His eyes dug deeper into my soul.
"No. No I don't, Niccolo".
"Then I'll wait. I'll wait for you. Nobody can touch or do anything with you. You are mine, and you will realize that sooner or later ". He says calmly, lips brushing barely against mine.

"No". I whisper.
"Just wait".
"Never". I deny.
"You can't stay away for too long. You'll realize ".
He says, stepping back.
Marco came in with the nurse a moment later. The nurse checked my head, and instructed that I sat down.

Niccolo kept a close eye on me.
Marco sat beside me, fiddling around with the rings on my fingers.
Niccolo's jaw tightened.
Niccolo sat across from me, analyzing every move I made.
I stood up.
"Sit your ass down, Serena ". Marco says, pulling my back down.
"I'm restless".
"Then get restful".
"That's not possible ".
"Anything is possible ".
"You're being obnoxious, Marco".
"And yet we're still friends".

"Gay secretary of Dior".
We both burst out laughing.
Niccolo looked at us confused.
We ignored it and continued laughing.
I rested my head on Marco's shoulder, still checking a little.
My eyes felt heavy.

|Niccolo|

She fell asleep on his shoulder.
She's mine.
I gave Marco a nasty look.
He shrugged and traced circles on the back of her hands as she slept.
She'd be more comfortable on my shoulder.
Not his.
She needs to be next to me.
Now.
And I can't wait much longer.
I loved her since that night.