The Mafia's Princess

Chapter Seven ~ A Blast from the Past

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Chapter Seven-A Blast from the Past

“And then Julian storms in” I fume loudly “And says ‘I don’t approve’” I continue doing a terrible interpretation of Julian. “I don’t even care what he thinks.” Tabitha stopped exploring my room and looked at me apprehensively.

“You sound like an awesome story on Wattpad that I read”

“I know and it sucks” I complain sulkily

“Come on we need to get you out of this self pity thing you have going on” she replied with an encouraging smile

“How?” I ask dubiously

“Well I know how to solve your date with Carter problem” she answered happily

“Alright you’ve officially lost me” I cut across her

“I’ll help you get ready. Now did he say where you were going?” I shake my head as an answer.

“Well that makes things difficult but I guess casual would be the safest option” she mutters to herself while rummaging through my clothes.

“While you judge my fashion sense I’ll go get us something to eat” I said while pulling myself up off the floor. Tabitha however was so engrossed in my clothes that she didn’t even hear me. I left her to it and skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen while humming Disney songs only to screech to a halt. The kitchen had been absolutely ransacked. It resembled a demolition site. Food, clothes and silverware was scattered throughout the room. I stepped cautiously around the debris trying to find a safe path to the fridge which I prayed was still intact.

I debated whether to clean the mess but decided against it. Criminals couldn’t be punished if there was no crime scene for Nora to view. I know I sound like a heartless person but the boys always did this. Just when I thought I couldn’t be shocked further I spot one of my shoes covered in a suspicious white substance.

Enraged, I grabbed up the shoe and stormed into the lounge room where Logan, Julian and their Jock friends were hanging. I stepped into the room behind them. How to best grab their attention?

I pull back my arm expertly and let the shoe fly. I watched with triumph as the shoe collided with someone’s head. The room went eerily silent as several heads turned towards me (I probably looked like a total psycho but seriously they’ve ruined my shoes)

“What the hell?!?” Julian exploded grabbing his now sore head

“Exactly” I replied coolly “What the hell happened in the kitchen?”

“Nothing happened in the kitchen. We were just in there grabbing some lunch and everything’s fine”

“Fine? My thong is covered in heaven knows what and there’s a freaking fork sticking out of the toaster”

“Whoa hold the f*cking phone” Julian yelled back at me standing up. We were closely approaching an all out war if he didn’t back down. “We didn’t touch your underwear. I wouldn’t even dream of it”

“I didn’t say you touched my underwear” I screamed picking up a pillow and throwing it at him “Someone has a guilty conscience”

“I don’t have a guilty conscience you said we touched your thong” he replied talking normally

“Yes my thong” I answer confused. I pointed at my shoe which I had first thrown at his head. Everyone’s gaze followed where I was pointing and comprehension dawned on Julian’s face