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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Picture You - Chappell Roan
My head truly hurts from all the chatter and commotion around me.
The Barlowe family were throwing a small get together, for all the Lysander students and professors. This is the furthest thing away from small.
But then again, it would've been a bad representation for the Barlowe family if they hadn't hosted an event.
I've been here for the past two and a half hours, and no one's started ripping each other's hair out, yet. I might have to start it. This the deadest thing ever.
Luckily, Roman's been entertaining me somewhat. It's still a shock to me, that him and Madden are cousins. Mhm. Cousins.
The only difference being, one knows how to act like a fucking human being, and the other is a living corpse.
"Give it two more seconds, and someone's going to snatch the microphone and give another senseless speech." Roman whispers through his champagne glass, as we applaud the professor who just gave a speech.
A laugh bubbles out of me, making the tables around us silence their conversations, "I swear. One more speech and I'm running away as far as possible."
"Shit. I might be the one who needs to take a head start, because Madden is fucking giving me the death eyes right now."
I look over to where Roman's eyes are now rested at, just to be met with Madden burning his eyes into our souls, from all the way across the room.
I roll my eyes at Madden's dramatics, "Pfft. Trust me, he can't do anything to you." I shake my head out of frustration, as I chug my champagne.
"You don't know him, Isla. We're not as close anymore, but there's always been some sort of deep rooted darkness that lies within him." Goosebumps travel down my spine from the vagueness of Roman's words.
A part of me believes his words, but instead of feeling scared of Madden, I feel....intrigued? What planted that darkness in him?
All of a sudden, I see Madden grab the microphone in n the stage, "Thank you all for coming tonight, means a lot to us. Don't worry, this is the last speech you'll hear. But, um, I just wanted to express my appreciation for our amazing football players and coaches. We wouldn't be anywhere with you guys, and same with the skilled cheerleaders."
His eyes find mine immediately within the crowd, lingering on me. I'd be lying if I said his gaze wasn't chilling. There's something so beautifully malicious about them, that somehow pull me in.
