It had been precisely 2 weeks since she last saw her portrait of Luca, along with the handsome devil himself.
She felt as though she was currently running on a hamster wheel and to be honest, it felt like hell.
School. Eat. Sleep. Repeat
She couldn't stop thinking about Luca and Jude; a disastrous combination.
She had made so much progress in forgetting about Jude, that was until the fool emailed her after realizing that Nayla had blocked all of his socials and his phone number. She couldn't help but cry as she read his 'confession'
Nayla, I am so sorry. I don't think I can apologize enough for what I did to you. I wasn't thinking straight when I cheated on you, I was under a lot of pressure and I was extremely stressed. I know that this is not an excuse, but I love you and I need you.
The reason why I cheated was because some of my friends and my grandparents found out about you. I was never ashamed of you, but they are racist - my grandparents threatened to disown me and my friends called me 'a nigger loving bastard'. I cheated to make them think that you were just a fling, a one time thing, a mistake.
I didn't want to tell you, you've already been through enough, I thought I did it to protect you; I realise now that I did it because I cared more about what people thought rather than us.
I'm sorry babe, please reply. I don't think I can function properly without seeing you at least once a day. Where are you baby? Everyday after school I go to your house and stand outside your door waiting. You like to get home early so you can look after your mum and change your clothes before going to your art class - you always thought I forgot, but I didn't. You never come outside and your house has a for sale sign in front of it. Where are you baby, I'm worried.
She was drawn between forgiving him and hating him even more. His email was messing with her head.
And then there was Luca
Although she haven't seen him, she kept receiving anonymous notes in her locker which would simply say: For you, from your muse. Attached to it would be an art supply - as of right now Nayla had a collection of paint brushes and a 72 pack of acrylic paint. She was pretty sure it was Luca, who else could it be?
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5:45, rise and shine. After taking a relaxing shower and moisturising she stepped out my bathroom and opened to curtains, allowing golden beams of sunlight to enter her room.
She put on some underwear and deodorant and took of her bonnet, before picking out a casual outfit.
She pulled out a slightly oversized shirt, a pair of biker shorts and fluffy slides from her closet and put it on. She put her hair into a high puff, adding a patterned headscarf to finish the look.
After breakfast she sat on the couch waiting for her dad to drop her off at school today, after she finally given in an accepted his ride.
"Time to go honey" her father's of voice, echoed of the walls as she muttered an 'okay' - gathering her things and heading to the garage.
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A box of watercolor pens, violently escaped her locker with a loud bang as it dropped to the floor.
To Nayla's surprise, many of the guys rushed to where she was standing to help her; whilst most of the girls rolled their eyes.
All except one...
"Lana D'troia" she pushed past all of the guys and handed Nayla the box whilst she extended her hand awkwardly.
"Thanks" Nayla smile back, shaking her hand. She had to stop myself from grinding like an idiot when she replied:
"You're welcome hoe" Nayla knew this was nothing but straight up humour, she linked arms with her confidently - knowing that she already knew that this was a silent pact of best friend-hood.
She shut her locker and stuffed the box inside, unknowingly allowing today's note to float slowly towards the floor.
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Lana and Nayla shared a handful of classes together - including AP History and Art - they were currently walking towards history, laughing as if they'd known each other all their lives.
They say down in the middle of the class, waiting to last 2 minutes before the teacher arrival.
Halfway through the lesson Luca stormed in, portraying his usual 'badboy' act, fooling everyone but Nayla. Despite their previous encounter, Nayla had decided that she was no longer afraid of him.
He glanced around the classroom angrily until he met her gaze, causing her to roll her eyes and refocus on her work.
He sat behind her, breathing heavily and it was getting on Nayla's nerves. She turned to ask him to stop only to catch him shamelessly watching her with a confused look etched into his face.
"Could you stop breathing so loud, please?" his face instantly reddened but he still remained eye contact, he still kept up his 'bad boy vibe'
"I have asthma, new girl - so could your British ass hop off my dick, please? You don't want to end up dead like your mummy" he mimicked her, but that was the last thing on her mind
How dare he talk about her mother, he didn't even know anything about her!
He simply chuckled, along with some of his squad
She shot out of her seat, much to everyone's surprise and stood face to face with Luca
"Don't you ever speak down on me or talk about my mum again!" She eyed him down viciously, making him gulp. She only settled back into her seat after Lena had to practically pull her ass down
She only had time to spit in his face and punch his nose, giving him a nosebleed. One of the blonde sluts took him to the nurses office
Nayla smiled, satisfied with her actions and Lena was grinning too whilst his squad glared at the both of them.
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Infatuation
Ficção Adolescente"The both of you can't spend your life waiting for me to decide on who I want to be with. As of right now I'm focusing on myself and my little girl" "But-" both of them were quick to speak up, ready and willing to take full responsibility as the fat...
