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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Glitch - Taylor Swift.
"Don't forget to finish your paintings by next week! This will affect your grade." Mr. Bellams states, as we clean up our supplies from our desks.
You'd think choosing fine arts as a major would be fun. It's anything but that. Sure, it gets me exploring the creative aspects of my mind, but when you have no creative flow going on, it's pure hell.
We recently had to do a painting based off of what a galaxy within our mind would look like. I got a B on that painting. I'm an over-achiever, B's are an insult to me.
My mind hasn't been in the right state lately. I'm not sure what's causing this.
"B's huh, Isla? Better luck next time." The devil himself decides he wants to place himself beside me, which isn't a good idea.
My eyes roll at his presence, I grab my supplies and push him away, "What do you want, Madden? I'm not in the mood."
"I'm a bit hurt that you think I want something. Can someone not talk to you, just because they want to?" His grumble spreads through my bones, sending a chill through me.
"People don't talk to me just because they feel like it. You're in that majority." I start speed walking hoping to get away from this freak, except his long legs catch up to me in no time.
"Anyways, did your phone break or something? Or are you in the midst of a digital detox?" Madden's face swirls into a confused haze, as he stares right back at me.
In times when he's this close to me, it's hard to ignore his beautiful features. He looks like he was crafted by a Roman God. It's unreal to think someone as beautiful can exist.
"My phone is perfectly fine, and I'm no way near a digital detox. Since you're new to this type of behavior from a girl, let me explain it to you. I saw your message, I just didn't feel the need to respond." I give him a fake smile.
The corners of his mouth curve into a smirk, making my heart drop to my stomach, "Let me explain this to you. This won't stop me, so don't think for a second that it did. I'm just getting started, firecracker."
Suddenly, someone rushes into us making the both of us drop our supplies and sketchbooks. The person doesn't even look back to mutter a small sorry, but I dismiss it because it looked like they were in a rush.
I pick up my supplies, as Madden's hand grazes against mine. I snatch my hand away immediately, his touch felt like flames igniting me on fire.
