The Witch's Mafia Boss

▶chapter 4

Giovanni's POV:
I stare at the pretty dark girl Charlotte my girlfriend had forced me to confront. I had seen her earlier when i arrived in school with my squad. I had instantly felt drawn to her for some unknown reason and the moment our eyes met, I knew she felt it too. Anyways, i'm not going to pursue whatever i feel towards a stranger because all i want right now is for Charlotte to release her grip on my arm so that i could return to the library. Strange huh??... A badass kid actually goes to the library. I actually love school but my squad is a group of the most influential kids in school so we move in pairs. The truth though is that we all love learning but we just don't show it.. Anyways back to the point;I scrutinize the pretty dark girl in front of me... She appears to be about 5 inches tall with thick black hair which reaches her back, brown eyes that looked like they could see all your hidden sins, perfect oval face with plump kissable lips adorned with light pink lipstick,legs that.... "Up here bro... Back to earth" interrupts an angelic voice that could put the fiercest lion to sleep. I look up to find out that my object of scrutiny owned the voice. "Are you gonna talk or what?? " she says. Feisty!... Nice one, i say to myself. "What's your name"? I ask. "Take a guess and i could surprise you"she says and winks at me. My cool facade almost fades and i can feel a smile stretching my face. "You bitch!.you think this is a game or what?!. Shouts Charlotte. "Giovanni, are you gonna stand there and do nothing after everything she did to me??."growls Charlotte. "What?,you want me to hit a girl??"i ask coolly. If you want to hurt her, do it yourself. What you do doesn't concern me in anyway. Don't ever disturb me 'cos of something or someone this dumb... Get it?" I say angrily. I turn to the dark girl and see the loathing in her eyes. Exactly what i wanted to see. "And you... "..."its Mathilda bullhead..and save whatever you wanna say. Who the fuck do you think you are to call me dumb??. Sheesh! dude... You aren't even that hot" Mathilda interrupts angrily. Shaking her head, she starts walking away with her friend but, at the doorway, she turns and says "next time you or your hussy says trash about me or my friend, the middle finger isn't what you'll be getting" and i could swear that her brown orbs glowed and looked almost golden.