The Future as a Rivers (Fifth Book)

Chapter Twenty-one

KC Jones^^

Isabella

"Prom queen, eh?" Someone asked. I turned and Mitchell stood with his hands in his pockets. God he looked so good.

"Unfortunately. But I beat out your girl and her best bud so that is always a plus." I smirked and he took a few steps forward so that we were closer together.

"Yea, she was pissed." He laughed.

"Hey, making her angry at me is a blessing." I chuckled. It was silent for a few moments and Mitchell looked down as I fixed the sash over my shoulder.

"You know I voted for you." He said.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Yea the guys and I all voted for you. I may have lied to my girlfriend." He said sheepishly.

"Why would you do that?"

"I didn't want her to win. I don't know isn't prom queen supposed to be the most beautiful, fun and kind?" He asked and I blushed slightly.

"I'm not beautiful or kind. I'm fun but not the other two."

"You are beautiful and kind...and fun." He said and I felt my cheeks become warm again.

"I beat people up and sell drugs and I'm a Mafia boss. That's not kind."

"Depends how you look at it. You beat up bullies and selling drugs is not as bad anymore. Everyone does it." He shrugged.

"And I think you will be one of the best Mafia bosses. Probably better than me." He admitted.

"Wow Mitchell Mercer admitted that I will be a better Mafia boss. Well shit." I whispered.

"I'm admitting it because at this very moment I don't care."

"You don't care?"

"I don't care that you own the best Mafia in the world and I don't care that I am leaving in two days for Russia." He said and my eyes widened.

"You're leaving!?" I asked stunned.

Before he could answer he stepped forward and took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine softly. I stood still briefly contemplating this life situation because I haven't had my first kiss! Well now I have with Mitchell Mercer.

I then closed my eyes and moved my lips against his. I was probably the worst kisser ever but it didn't seem like he cared.

He pulled back and smiled at me before his smile faltered.

"I love you. I don't care if we haven't dated or anything but I fucking love your psychotic ass. I'm sorry." He said whispering the last part. He brushed past me and walked out the door and I stood staring at the empty main lobby by myself.

My phone buzzed and it was Deacon saying that he was here. I walked outside and got into his car and stared at the dash board quietly, blinking back a tear.

"What's wrong Bell? You look like you've seen a ghost." He said staring at me.

"I just had my first kiss and the guy turned away and walked away. He is leaving for Russia in two days." I whispered.

Deacon grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight hug as I sat there like a blank slate.

"There are plenty more where he came from. There will always be more for you Bell." He said lightly touching my cheek.

"Thanks Deacon." I whispered. His words were kind but they had no effect.

I was going to kill Mitchell Mercer.