~𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂~

8.Lucia

When Marco told me the story of him and Leslie, my first reaction was anger. Not angry at him, but at her for leaving such a sweet and addicting boy like him behind. How could anyone do that? Who had the mental stability to leave someone as delicately perfect as him?

Marco wasn't perfection, no one was, but to me he was. He made me consider if we would work, he made me question what I wanted. The truth is..I wanted him. Him,everywhere,every second,everyday. 

My mind was so overwhelming for me and for him, for the hurt he must feel everytime he sees Leslie. Which now thanks to her stubborn and stupid antics, will be for the rest of the year. What better way to start the year before college than with a jealous ex?

She was jealous. She had every reason to be,but I wouldn't let her steal him from me. I know it sounds crazy and possessive of me but what the hell? I wasn't about to let someone like her destroy him. 

She wanted to reckon him, I could see it in her eyes. The way she claimed him obsessively when I spoke of him with just her eyes, like she thought she was above me because she knew more.

It scared me,that. The fact that she dated him for a third of his 2 fourths of his teenage life, and she knows things I don't. 

My face scrunches as I think about them losing their virginity together, doing the kinds of things Leslie seems capable of doing. The kinds of things he would like. I'm not like Leslie. I'm...me. I What if, Marco realises that I can't give him what Leslie did? What will I do then?

"Honey you okay?" mom asks. I look up at her, she's giving me a concerned expression while stirring her tea.

She hands me a mug and I drink some, humming. "Sorry I-zoned out" I say. She nods. "What are you thinking about?"

I sigh. "Marco" I whisper. Her eyes do the weird thing where they light up, like when she hears tea at work as she says and tells me about it. Like she's excited, and about to ride on her favorite roller coaster.

I hate that look sometimes, because I know she'll hit me with the 'I remember those days' It's odd, mom barely does it, but just the thought makes me not want to tell her.

"Right" she says pursing her lips together. There's something that she wants to say, but she won't say it. 

"What?" I ask loudly. 

"I-you like him" she says. No duh. Is what I want to say, but I stop myself. 

"Yes mom we'd figured that out by now" I roll my eyes. She gives me an unimpressed look. "Relax on the attitude i'm just noting" she exclaims. 

I shrug. "sorry" 

"His ex got back in town yesterday and it was weird." She gasps lightly, coming around and sitting on the spinny stool next to me.

"That shit sucks" she breathes. My eyes widened. She covers her mouth, then giggles like a teenager. "Mom!" I scolded. She waves her hand dismissing my scowl. "Sorry-" 

"Continue" 

"Well she didn't get here yesterday more like two days before.The point is -she tried getting him back and-he's stressed and-"

"You're worried about him" she finishes for me softly. I nod. "Mom I care about him so much,but what if she tries to get him back for real and.."

she shakes her head, adjusting her posture on the stool which warns me she's about to have a deep conversation with me. "God Luciana" she breathes giving me a lopsided smile. 

"The probability of that happening is a good one I won't lie about that but.."

"The probability of it not happening is also good. Baby you've got to understand that sometimes when we're under a lot of emotional pressure we'll make rash decisions and such, but we rarely mean them"