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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Personal - PLAZA
My hand stings, as I try to bandage my wounds scattered bloody all over my palms. Fuck, this is hard to do when both of your hands are damaged.
I probably shouldn't have gone boxing, when I have a whole ass football game tomorrow. We've been practicing for lengthy hours, and sometimes it would even feel like I might collapse on the ground.
I check the time just to see that it's quarter to eight.
I'm supposed to go to Arden's dormitory tonight since we're having a small boys night before our game tomorrow. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about the game.
I quickly get dressed and head out, not wanting to be late. It's a ten minute walk, since students don't really stay in the building at night, it's quick to get there. We have curfew, no one obeys it. As simple as that.
As I'm walking I notice a girl murmuring in the near distance. My eyes quint, as I try to speed up to see what's going on.
As I'm slowly getting closer, I see a tall figure, with long legs that go on for days. Her long dark hair, flows to the end of her waist, cascading down perfectly. Damn it.
I'm inching closer, and I soon realize she smells familiar. Slight notes of, orange blossom, jasmine, and vanilla hit my senses. Fuck, it's Isla.
I wish I didn't know what she smelled like, I think my life would've been way easier. Ever since I smelled her scent from the first day, it hasn't left my system since.
While I'm inspecting her, she's wearing an oversized hoodie that fits her perfectly, paired with grey sweatpants. I don't think I've ever seen anyone make casual look sexy.
I snap out of my trance. This isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. I mean...just because I can't stand her, doesn't mean I can't admire her? Right?
Right.
I walk a few steps behind her, with my head down since I don't want to look creepy. I wonder where she was going, though.
Suddenly, I'm bumping into a delicate figure, almost pushing her to the cement. My chest bumps with her head, as I try to grip on her waist to prevent her from falling head first.
"Ouch, what the fuck?" She pulls away from my hold, gaining her balance. Her bambi-like eyes peer up at me, dawning at the realization that I was the one who bumped into her.
"Sorry, Isla." I murmur, as I clear my throat while fixing my clothes, that were once freshly ironed.
Isla squints her eyes at me as she leans her head closer to me, her hand cupping her ear, "Oops, I didn't hear you. Mind repeating that, for me?"
