𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 -
At the top of all her classes, the mafia princess finds herself keeping her worlds separate from one another. Nothing, no one, could even try to distract her from getting what she wants. However, a certain devilish indiv...
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Twenty Eight - The Weeknd
"So, are you feeling the school spirit, yet?" Maeve asks me, her cheery expression slowly contaminating me.
"I wish. I'm slowly getting there. Very slowly." I lie straight out of my teeth. I'm not feeling it at all.
"Well, you are in a cheerleading uniform, so I think you might just have to fake your school spirit." Maeve snorts, as she grabs her pom-pom, handing me one.
Someone definitely used black magic on me, because there's no way I'm standing in a cheerleading uniform right now.
Also, whoever made these monstrous uniforms has to be put in jail, immediately. The skirt is way too short, and the top has too much cleavage.
This would be a cute club outfit, not a school uniform.
I mean I could give the people a show if I'd like. That sounds tempting.
We're settled out on the football field, alongside with football team. They're practicing and I can't lie, it looks hypnotizing. I see that asshole from the other day out on the field, he seems to be doing okay I guess.
"Alright ladies, let's get started. Everyone welcome Isla Mazzelli on our team! We're so excited to have you, Isla." The coach cheerily states, earning a few half-assed claps from the girls on the team.
There's only 6 girls on the team, and safe to say they all look like they'd gut my insides out, and serve it to me on a platter. Luckily for them, I could do far worse if they fuck with me.
We start warming up, and one of the girls comes up to me, "You might want to back off, because this team is mine. I don't share, especially not with snobby little asses like you."
Talk about being a bitch. Not in the good way.
Fire rushes through my veins from her words, but I won't let her get the reaction she craves from me, "Do you see me staking my claim on this team? I wasn't thinking about it before, but now that you mention it....I think I will claim this team."
I smirk through my response, remaining cool with the satisfaction of seeing her getting fired up. Who am I if I don't get under people's skin?
A giggle is so desperately bubbling within my soul, and it took everything in me to not start laughing hysterically in her face.
"Oh, you won't." She grits out, and I had the biggest urge to just drag her blonde hair against this field. But I didn't. Maybe next time.
