Change. Brando De Sanctis

14.

Now not only the rumors but also the public kiss was in every whisper at school.

The teachers were really anxious recently because of the reputation to the school so there were a lot of classes we were missing or just talking.

That didn't help about the rumors.

But students don't care about anything. They just wanted to party.

So when I looked at myself in the mirror with my favorite blue dress I was still excited. My hair was slightly curled at the ends and my face were beautiful. With the brush and highlighter i have put.

My eyes were really noticeable because of the black pencil I put.

The party was like every other. Nothing new. Just too loud music, too much alcohol and drugs.

I find myself searching for Brando. I wanted to talk to him or just be close to him.

But after one minute observing every person I could catch with my eyes I felt hands on my waist and hug from behind.

I could tell who that was just from the scent. And these curls that I could feel from behind.

I could feel him. Even from one hug. And that makes my head spin.

I turned around and looked at him in the eyes.

He had one of those smiles that can melt my heart and make the time stop.

"Too pretty for this party. Wanna escape with me love?"

"Hm it depends where?" I said but the smile on my face were exposing my agreement.

We go to one place where we could see the city below us. It was so beautiful.

"Wow" I said

"Wow" he repeated but when I turned his eyes were on me.

He was getting close I could feel the warmth from his body.

Then his phone got notification and unfortunately I saw it.

"Damn Bra can I pay you next week bro. I just didn't expect that you will get y/n that easily and soon. Our fucking bet is over. I would thing a new one"

For a moment I couldn't feel my hands or brain.

I stand up I could see how my hands trembled. The pain in the throat before you start crying. I wanted to eat that pain. To let it go. But I couldn't.

"No- no you didn't"

" Y/n it's really not what you think. Vitto is just.."

" No, don't you dare to touch me. Just shut up. I don't want to hear you anymore."

But with years my family have learned me to not show when I am hurt. If I am hurt to hurt others. To not be vulnerable.

"I have never loved you. If you think you got me with your fucking acting that shit is wrong. I have always hated you. I hate you, De Sanctis."

He shut up. He didn't move. But I also didn't wait for reaction.

I got home that night. When I look at the mirror I saw a girl, with ruined make up, not confident and ruined.

How could he do that? How he acted so good? I should have notice. He did that to Ludo before for sure.

I don't want to think about him. I wanted to falk asleep and to forget about everything. About him.

I wanted to wake up the next morning to look at myself and to see that this is a bad dream.

But I know that it isn't.

I should have know. But his eyes, curls, hands, voice. He was everything.

And I lied to him. I have never hated him completely. Because even when I thought I did my mind was still obsessed with his actions and thoughts.

I let him to do the pranks when we were younger. I could have told my parents and to make everything over.

But for some reason I didn't.

And now I know why.
Because I love him.
More than I love myself or anything else. But after that message I don't think I could even look at him. To think about him.

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I know yall sad but trust the process guys. Next chapter will be Brando's pov and it will be longer.