The Mafia's Whore

Chapter 1:The Girl Who Called "Harold"

Have fun. Settle down with multiple packets of Popcorn salt, sweet or toffee.

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Chapter 1:The Girl Who Called "Harold"

"So what were his exact words?" I questioned, as I jumped up and and threw the basket ball into the hoop. Wiping the leaking sweat from my forehead and stood up straight before approaching my disappointed friend. She had her blonde hair tied into a pony and her off shoulder body fitting dress which came to just above her mid thigh.

"Love is a strong word. If you are a virgin I can not be with you, I don't do those kinda girls." Anastasia spoke her voice cracking as if she was remembering the same words coming out of his mouth.Colin,London High's badboy and a total player. Anastasia had seemed to be the only girl to have tamed him for more than eleven months. However, that's seemed to be ending soon.

"Please tell me you told him your a virgin." I eyed her, before sighing at her guilty look. Anastasia was very humble, it was impossible for her to have enemies. Her great personality would usually make me jealous and wish to have the same personality.
"I-I couldn't. I love him, I can... I can have sex with someone and go back to him." Her words had out-struck me, a foul sentence like such made me feel as if I had heard her wrong.

"You are being ridiculous, being a virgin is a gods gift. Appreciate it, just be honest." I spoke, dropping the basket ball and hearing the sounds of the ball bouncing away as I approached the bench she sat on.
"Being a virgin is not bad." I rolled my eyes to the back of my head before rolling it back and staring at Anastasia's blue eyes which was filled with tears.

"It is too him." She spoke, her chin now laid on her palms as she looked at the rolling ball before it crashed into the wall and stopped.

"Well then he can crawl back right into his mothers womb. We don't need guys to control us, not when Love does not exist." I whispered, grabbing ahold of her palms and giving it a light squeeze. A gentle smile on my lips.

"Who's nuts do I need to blow." A familiar voice of Amelia was heard as she strolls into the empty court with her blowing a pink bubble gum, before popping it and starting over.
"It's more like who's nuts do you not blow." I stated, Amelia was in thoughts before she shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head, it was not long before we both bursted out laughing.

"Guys,Hello. Can we please focus on me." Anastasia brought us back to why we had gathered together, nodding our heads we faced her and began to think of solutions.
"I vote to dump." I lifted my arms up as I looked at the two and Amelia joined in by raising her hands.

"There was no voting in the first place, just tell me how I can get out of this lie." She groaned, before crossing her arms under her chest and bit her lower lips, it was what she did when she was either nervous of extremely nervous.
"Either your nervous at his reaction after he finds out or either your extremely nervous at the thought of him leaving you." Amelia spoke out, Anastasia sighed before nodding her head.

"Both." She said in a single word correcting our thoughts.
"The best solution would be to tell him, if he loves you he will come back and if he doesn't then there are many bananas to fetch of a tree out there who are worth much more than an eleven months relationship with bad boy Colin." Amelia continued her speech about love, whereas I rolled my eyes at the mention of 'Love'.

"Your right." Anastasia agreed, she stood up making our heads rise up.
"Where are you going?" I questioned, as she began to pick up Her back pack.
"To tell him." She said as if it was the most obvious thing.

Amelia and I stared at each other, before rushing up and running behind Anastasia.
"Wait for us." We cried, as we finally made it to her and laced our arms with her. And began our journey to Colin.

"Asia." Colin approached with a smile lingering on his lips, the look he held on while staring at Anastasia made it seem as if he was madly in love with her.
"Colin." Anastasia greeted in a low almost shy voice, her gaze struggled to focus on him. I gave a look to Amelia before giving a gentle squeeze to Anastasia encouraging her.

"Will give you both some time." Colin nodded his head in  appreciation.

As Amelia and I walk further away from them, I begin to feel Anastasia's nerves and how fast her heart beat is running. Pretty weird but it's probably a connection between friendships.

"I bet he's going to leave her." Amelia's voice brought me back to reality as I looked at them, Colin was intensely listening to Anastasia.
"I bet he's going to slam his fist into the locker leave and be back to her by...lunch." I spoke turning to face her.
"If I'm right I want your latest IPod oh oh and that laptop of yours." She placed her hands out for a shake, I smirked and placed my hands on hers.
"If I'm right.  I want you to sneak out of your house and come partying with me." She was debating what to say but when she was confident on her bet she nodded her head and we shook hands. 

We turned to face Colin and Anastasia, and just about a minute later we saw Colin's face turn into a look of betrayal then anger, and soon he slammed his fist into the nearest locker and stormed out. Anastasia turned and look at us, her eyes showed that she could burst out crying any moment.

"Guess my eleven months of relationships ends on my virginity." She whispered in a low tone, struggling not to make a mess of herself, she let out a low laugh.
"Let's do a group hug." Amelia yelled not caring if anyone heard. We all chuckled and wrapped our arms around one another. From the back I gave a wink to Amelia, as I had already won half way of our bet and I just so hoped I will win the rest.

I really needed to just party.

"Hey Lia." Harold's voice made me pull away from the group hug and give a gentle smile to my childhood best friend.
"Hello Harold." I winked at his scowl, Harold always disliked his name and would prefer to be called Harry.
"It's Harry." He scowled as if teaching a child.
"Harold."
"Harry."
"Harold."
"Harry."
"Harold"
"Harry."
"Harry"
"Harold."

"Exactly." I cheered at a confused Harry, who was tricked by me...once again.
"Watch when I'm married to you, I'll hang you to the ceiling on our honeymoon." He joked, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My wedding. Of Course.