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QUICK BACKGROUND OF Y/N AND NICCOLO::

Niccolo and y/n absolutely HATED each other ever since year 8. Y/n couldn't put her finger on why she does but decides to follow through bc he hates her. But then again, Niccolo is wondering why she hates her. Soon enough, Nico starts to catch feelings for her, but doesn't want to make it obvious. Their clique popularity levels are different and difficult. Niccolo is the druggie whom everyone adores and fancies over. Y/n is a sad loser that doesn't know how to have Fun. She eventually gets sick of the stereotypes and decides to rebel against Niccolo and the others. Love? Revenge? Or lust?

Y/N POV:

This summer was a total shit fest. A lot happened at the dermzi's house party. Chiara and Brando caught making out in jordins room, niccolo caught sexting the track coach, Devon being drunk shitless and falling off the second floor window. Waking up the next morning was a nightmare. My head was pounding, like little elves hammering my brain. I still don't know how I got home.

When I tried getting out of bed, this ovule-like pain occurs beneath my right leg. I wince at the feeling and saw a massive purple-green bruise that covers like a messy paint canvas. I let out a huge groan and start to limp my way to the bathroom. There was a fresh scent occurring down the stairs. I hear a slight crackle of bacon hitting directly at the pan. I hear a low hum. What the fuck? I LIVE BY MYSELF. WHO THE FUCK IS MAKING BREAKFAST. Better yet, WHO THE FUCK IS IN MY HOUSE?!

I slowly limp my way downstairs and my gaze was met with a tall structure wearing a women's apron. I recognized the tall bulky body.

Niccolo govender.

I catch his attention with an aggressive snap of my finger. "Niccolo?" I said. He snaps his head back and meets my eyes. "Good morning" he gentle smiled. My throat gets dry and my mind wonders, "what are you doing here?" I asked without hesitation. "Oh you don't remember last night?" Nico responds. What the fuck does he mean "last night"?  "What happened last night?" I started to worry I did something stupid. Did I kiss somebody? Did I fuck anyone? Did I hurt anyone? What. Did. I DO??? 

Niccolo saw the visible reaction of my worries. He shuts off the stove and walks closer to me. "You were one trouble maker last night, bella ragazza" he taunts me and sneaks a hand around my waist. He leans closer to my ear, almost touching it and whispers "you seriously have no idea?". Star struck, frozen in place I was. Maybe i did remember what i did to him that night.

Little by little, piece by piece, I still haven't figure it out. "I'm not joking around Nico, what happened last night" my voice turning stern and straight forward. Niccolo sneaks his other hand around my waist. I tugged at his shirt and caught his attention. His blue eyes stare into mine as he caves, "you're so good in bed, you know".

All the color washes away from my face. My heart starts pounding and pounding. Feeling like it's gonna buddy out of my body. It feels like my lungs have collapsed and my organs were bleeding.

I slept with my ENEMY?!...

A/N:

THIS IS MY FIRST CHAPTER EVER SO IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT THE BEST WORK IVE DONE. THERE WILL BE MORE JUICIER STUFF LATER, READ MORE!!!