Cecilia's father, a well-known and successful lawyer, was tired of her problems. Tired of the issues she had been causing for the family and it's name.
After an incident, which she kept claiming wasn't even her fault, she's sent away to a boarding s...
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My God, Matteo is kissing me. His lips as soft and delicate, though I have the assumption he's holding himself back, because his grip on my face is anything but gentle.
One hand on my jaw, and the other on the side of my neck, pulling me impossibly closer to him, his lips devour mine in the softest way possible. Even if I wanted to, I'm unable to pull away, but the thought of tearing my lips from his fills me with an unease.
No, this feels right. I don't wish to move from this position, and he has no intention of that.
My hand reaches in front of me, grasping the front of his leather jacket- the jacket I gave him- to pull him closer. I hardly register my back hitting the window as his teeth bite down on my lower lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to draw a gasp of surprise.
The hand on my jaw moved to the back of my head, grasping a bundle of neatly brushed hair. "Teo," I breathe into his open mouth, my grip on his front becoming more desperate.
"Yeah?" He whispers back, and while his voice held a teasing intent, it only sounded as desperate as I was.
"I-um-" I murmur through his movements, "I don't- I don't know."
A low whistle catches our attention and breaks me away, and Matteo releases his hand from my hair, but the other stays firmly planted on the base of my neck. He almost seems annoyed as he turns to look at the intruder.
"Fuck do you want?" He sneers, and I'm taken aback by the shift for a mere moment before I turn my head to watch the smirk on Alex's arrogant face.
Alex ignores the question. "What're you up to in here?" He leans his shoulder against the wall, grin growing until all perfectly white teeth are on display.
"Get out." Matteo dismisses, but he doesn't wait for Alex to turn his head before his lips are back on mine.
But Alex's presence has ruined the moment, and I turned my face until his mouth meets my cheek. He pulls back to stare at me, frowning like he's offended.
I don't give him an explanation, but my eye's dart to Alex, face red with embarrassment. "Um, Matteo?"
He releases a sigh, but backs away from me, sending Alex a glare. He shifts his body to the side, enough to cover my frame from Alex, and I appreciate the thought because I'm currently burning up in embarrassment.
"What do you need Alex? Or are you purely just trying to make everyone uncomfortable." Matteo asks with a sigh.
"Nah, that's just the bonus. Hey Cecilia," he pauses to add, peering around Matteo to look at me. I give him a sheepish wave back. "Anyways, Gray's looking for you."
"What's he want?" He asks in a flat tone.
Alex lifts a shoulder. "I think he might've mentioned something about your dad. Wasn't really paying attention."
At that, Matteo pauses, and though I'm unable to see his face due to standing behind him, I can clearly see his body tensing up. "Alright," he answers, voice terse, "can you leave now?"
Alex puts his hands up in a show of defense. "Hey, I wasn't the one making out in a library." Despite that he does turn around and walks out, leaving us both alone again.
When Matteo turns around to face me, there's a certain fire burning underneath his eyes. When he brushes a finger against my cheek, an action that's meant to be soft, it feels anything like before.
"I'll, um-" he clears his throat. "I've got to go see what Grayson needs. I'll see you later, yeah?"
A hum, "mhm," at his words, but he hardly waits for the confirmation before he's out the door.
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When I return to our dorm, it's completely vacant minus Snowball, who I scoop into my arms instantly upon walking in. Luca's coat is thrown onto his bed, but he's gone, and it makes me momentarily concerned that he's left without one.
I dismiss the thought and decide to take advantage of the emptiness in order to sort out my thoughts. Hugging snowball to my chest, I pull a heavy white blanket over the both of us as I stare at the ceiling. The room is heavy with silence, and I cherish the rare sound.
The scene of Matteo and I flashes through my mind and I'm filled with an indescribable warmth. A smile rises to my face as my head lolls off of my pillow. "God." I mumble to Snowball, "that was so...nice."
The word "nice" didn't put my feeling to justice, but I suppose there really was no single word that accurately depicted my feelings.
I tilt my head towards the door at the sound of it opening, and I see Grayson walking in with his shoulders hunched over. When he see's me on my bed, something must be amusing because he offers me a smile.
But when I squint, there's an unusual dimness by his amusement. Then my eyes trail down his figure some more, and excluding the bags under his eyes, everything about him seemed exhausted.
"You okay?" I sit up, my voice carrying the weight of concern as I observe him.
He flashes me another tired smile, "ah, nothing. What's got you all cheesy?" He turns the attention to me, voice teasing.
I roll my eyes and wave a hand. "Nothing..."
"Uh huh," he says disbelievingly. "Wouldn't have anything to do with our dear friend and roommate, would it?"
"No, it has nothing to do with Luca."
Now he rolls his eyes. "The other one."
"Alex?"
"You think you're so funny, huh?" He narrows his eyes on me.
I hide a smile. "No?"
He flicks a strand of my hair in a taunting manner than heads over to his bed. "Matteo left by the way. He's not going to be back until Thursday."
"What?" I sit even straighter, my grip around Snowball loosening an inch. "Why, where did he go?"
He must see the frown on my face and the thoughts beginning to circle through my head, because he offers me a comforting glance. "Don't worry about it, he's just visiting a few people."
His vague answer only leaves me more confused. "Visiting who?"
"Look, Cecilia," he levels me with an exasperated look. Not an annoyed one- but one that signals he's drained. "I can't really say anything about it, but he'll be back in three days. That's not long, yeah?"
"Fine." I mumble. Laying back down on my pillow and this time facing towards the wall.
Grayson's tanned hand outstretches into my view and pats Snowball's head a few times. "I'm sure he'll tell you all about it. Please don't be mad at me. I just don't want to say anything he doesn't want me to."
I don't turn around to face him at first, but the sadness in his voice takes me by surprise and draws me back around. Plastering on my own reassuring smile, I softly say, "it's alright, I'm not upset with you."
The relief that washes over his face is subtle, but I spot it.
A/n: oh my gosh don't know why it took so long to update! Been in such a writing slump I suppose...probably due to school
