The Other Side of Silence

Ghostface

~Ava's POV~

A whole week was finally over and we were now on our way to Italy. This past week was a complete trainwreck of fun honestly speaking, even with the boomer teachers tagging along on our trip.

I did go sightseeing with Wyatt and we took hundreds of photos that he swore to put up in his room,

Cute,

We also met with our class the very next day for our visit to the art museums. It was boring for the most part till our teachers literally got bored of us and told us to go back to the hotel to have fun, claiming that 'We're not the only ones who can have some fun on this trip', so they all dismissed us around 3 in the afternoon, giving the whole class enough time to plan a party and some other stuff.

I'd be lying if I said more that half of the class didn't get laid that day, it was honestly fun. From the food, to the music, to the dancing, till we all agreed to pack up from someone's aunt's house to a full blown club.

We are much as hell not even up to the age we're drinking alcohol isn't considered illegal but we all fucked that rule and got wasted even before getting to the club.

I woke up the next day with a mighty hangover. It sucked so much that Wyatt decided to make me a hangover smoothie with the things he asked for through the phone in our room to ease my suffering.

And the fact that we both were able to pull of living together in the same hotel room for a whole week without any of our classmates nor teachers finding out was an actual skill.

There were times a few of my friends wanted to have a girls sleepover in our hotel room and I declined all of them because Wyatt would be having guys in there at the exact same time. We were something like The Thundermans hiding our double lives, but in this case, our little secret.

At one point, Avery, one of Wyatt's friends that was over at our hotel room to play with Wyatt's PS5 that he had bought in France, decided to open our wardrobe and found some feminine underwear and clothes there.

Avery literally held up my bra in front of Wyatt and asked who it belonged to. I was on a video call with Wyatt at that time because I went shopping with the girls, so I heard everything Avery was saying, Wyatt even flipped the camera from front to back camera so I could behold the scene unfolding in our room.

My mouth literally fell agape in shock and my cheeks immediately flushed in embarrassment. How was I supposed to react to guys staring at my bra?

Wyatt kept looking between me and my bra in Avery's hand, quietly watching my expression after reducing his volume to the end so Avery wouldn't hear the noise from my side coming from his phone.

He quickly made up an excuse of having a girl over a couple of times with a fake smirk on his face, while Avery shot him a sly look after digesting his words completely.

I watched silently as Avery went over my clothes in the wardrobe with a smirk of his own before looking back at Wyatt. He said and I quote, "There are a lot of clothes here, how many times did you have her over? You must be really fond of her huh?" Implying something really dirty, making me blush like a fool at his words.

Wyatt became so territorial that he got up, snatched my bra away from Avery, then pushed him out of our hotel room.

And finally, after that long week of hiding that was over, we are about to start it over again, and that's gonna be a lot of work honestly.

Through the entire flight to Italy, Wyatt gripped my hand in his tightly, like as if he was trying to keep himself sane or something.

He kept mumbling stuff about 'not letting them get to me,' and 'to keep me safe at all costs.'

It felt like if he could make me sit on his lap the whole flight for his own sanity then he sure would.

The flight just started about an hour ago and we still had a long way to go, so I either had two options, sleep tight now and have Wyatt wake me up by the end of the flight, or I could watch a movie till I got bored of it, then sleep. Either way, sleep is involved.

I zeroed down to two options. Either 'Death of a unicorn.' or 'Scream.' because both had my favourite female actress of all time, Jenna Ortega acted in both movies. After a few minutes of deciding, I chose Scream because I wanted some horror right now.

It was one hour into the movie, and I had already paused it more than twenty times to give my own commentation on how the characters don't know that ghost face is the ugly guy who's leg was shot until the two identical looking lady friends got to the house with their own guns. The second lady got shot even before the both of them stepped into the house due to her slow as fuck reflexes.

After, the ghost faces did their long monologues about trying to be the first people to make a movie out of their actions in relation to Stab the movie after years of the movie being made.

I also loved how the girl ghost face was burned to death after she got shot in her chest. My favourite scene in season one was how the girl who's stomach was already stabbed, cut the guy ghost face's throat after stabbing him repeatedly for her own revenge and watched him die a painful yet satisfying death.

Then when it was over, Jenna came out from wherever the fuck she was and got a hug Prescott and the remaining survivors.

By the time the movie was over I was tired as fuck. I decided to turn off the screen in front of me, took out the blanket that was under my seat and rested my head on Wyatt's shoulder.

He seemed to have been watching me the whole time I would vent out my frustration on how they didn't realize that Billy Loomis and Stu Macher we're the ghostfaces.

His thumb slowly caressed the back of my hand as he held onto it with determination in his green orbs.

He then leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead like I was a piece of glass that could break if he let go of me.

Now you guys might be wondering why I let him do stuff like this without complaining, well... I think it's time I let you guys know.

He asked me out yesterday while we were packing up our suitcases for today's trip to be his girlfriend, and guess my response guys...

I told him no.

He's so fucking devastated that I just let him do what he wants as my own apology for turning him down.

Okay I'm just kidding, I told him yes with a big fat smile plastered across my face.

The only thing I actually told him no to yesterday was his permission to kiss me on the lips.

Again, I know what y'all might be wondering, and yes, my lips are still virgin.

Me being 16 doesn't mean I must've kissed over 20 people, who do you think I am? Some kind of whore? No offense to anyone out there, but no, I didn't let him kiss me. I honestly want my first kiss to be special when it happens and I made sure to let him know that too.

And yes, this is my first real relationship, that isn't some sort of cover up or anything, it's real, and it's mine. And the next time I'll be waking up is with my head on my man's shoulder.