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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DIE FOR ME - Chase Atlantic.
"Art is supposed to make you feel something. It's supposed to have a grasp on your soul." Mr. Kozlov, says as he looks around the lecture auditorium, his eyes stopping briefly near Maeve and I.
My eyebrows furrow slightly, as he takes a double take at...Maeve? She tilts her head down, as if she's intrigued by the pen and paper lying on her desk.
Mr. Kozlov, recently just joined Lysander Academy and I swear all the girls are drooling over him. Makes sense since he is on the younger side, compared to all the other professors.
He's..conventionally attractive, but I don't see the appeal, personally.
Most of the girls in my lecture class try to flirt with him, but he shuts them down in the most funniest and rudest way possible. I swear it takes willpower not to laugh at his sarcasm.
"So, Mr. Kozlov, what would you say grasps your soul?" A high pitched voice echoed throughout the room.
Mr. Kozlov's face remains stone cold as per usual, "Not you, that's for sure." A few laughs scatter throughout the hall, as Maeve snickers from beside me.
"That's all for today. By next week, you all should have an idea for what you want to do for the exhibit coming up. Now, get outta here." Everyone packs their bags and heads for the door, but Mr. Kozlov holds Maeve back.
"I need to talk to you, Ms. Salvatore. Stay back." His deep voice rumbles as Maeve slows down in her steps.
I mouth 'good luck' as I leave for the door, to head to the library.
Rain drops patter down on me, as I continue to make my way to the library. As I'm walking, I feel a a presence creeping up behind me.
I turn around just to be met with a soaked Roman, "Hey, Isla."
"Hey, Roman. Don't you have a class, right now?" I ask as we continue to walk together.
"Yeahhhh, I didn't feel well so I kind of tapped out. And you? Where are you headed?"
"Library, I have assignments piled up. I'm going to fucking die." I groan as we reach the library.
"Well, I hope you have fun. I'll see you around." He says his goodbyes and walks back.
Something about him didn't feel...right. He looked on edge. My mind scatters into different possibilities as to what could've happened to him.
