Chasing Her [Wattys2016] ON HOLD

2~ An Italian Doucheface

Song above is I Can do Better Than That from the movie The Last Five Years. I love that movie

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The car ride is four and a half hours. It takes almost five hours to get to the Costello household, all spent listening to my Playlist and singing along. By the time we pull into a driveway, Im halfway through the Playlist and singing I Can Do Better Than That by anna kendrick. But as I catch a glance at the house connected to the driveway, I take my ear phones out and gape out the window, the song forgotten.

I stare in amazement at the house in front of me. It wasn't a house- it was a freaking mansion. With three stories, it looms over the neighboring houses, sending whatever homey feelings they had out the window. I can't stop staring at the house and stumble out of our car. In my daze, I accidentally walk into the car trunk while trying to get my bags out without looking.

My cheeks flare up with a blush when I hear a deep laugh and I tear my eyes from the house to the person standing in the doorway. When I see who it is, I quickly look down in embarrassment

Xavier Costello.

Just thinking about his name made my nose wrinkle in disgust. I haven't even met him and I could tell he was bad news. He reeks of trouble and had that bad boy aura around him.

Being the brave and sarcastic person I am, I narrow my eyes at him, pull up my big girl pants, and march up the driveway with confidence, towing two bags. When I reach the porch where he was leaning on one of the supporters, arms crossed, I put on a smirk and stick my hand out.

"RylieeAnne." He takes my hand and looks at me.

"Huh?"

I smile innocently. "That's the name of the girl that will kick your ass if you mess with her." I take my hand away and wait for my parents to come up to the house with the other half of my bags.

"She must be pretty hot then," Xavier smirks at me, catching me off guard this time.

"What?" I look blankly at him.

He pushes himself off the supporter and swaggers over to me. And that was literally how he walks to me- with 'swagger'. "Well princess," he tries to move a piece of my multi colored hair from my face but I jerk back before he can touch me. All he does is come closer. "A girl that can kick ass is gotta be hot and has to have a killer body to kick an ass like mine, bellissimo." He looks at me when he says the last bit in a different language.

"Um... I don't know what you just said but-"

"Chiudi la bocca piuttosto bella," he cuts me off in that different language- Italian I think. Not that I knew what the hell he was saying. I take French not Italian. It sounded really hot though.

Focus ryliee. I mentally scold myself as he comes even closer to me.

"Back off, dickface." Was my smart reply but it got him to stop walking towards me.

"Come mai?" He asks and i knew it was Italian. Great. He was hot-

No he's not! Why do you keep thinking that? I frustrate myself and try to win this inner battle with my subconscious.

He is. Just admit it ryliee. He's as hot as July near the equator. She smirks at me and I roll my eyes.