Celestina's POV
I smiled freely at him. I really shouldn't have. Like what was I thinking. He isn't a friend or anything. Like sparing partner, barely. What an idiot! My mind quickly taunted. Great, I'm going crazy. Like you needed help. My mind nagged.
I didn't mind my smile much. I mean, sure, I don't smile at people at any circumstances. His reaction was more disruptive than my smile. His eyes lit up, a light electric blue. He smiled back charmingly. He seemed to realize and he didn't mind. There wasn't an uncomfortable moment. He looked.....happy?
Trying to control the sun rising in my heart, I moved away. "Where you going?" His voice reached me. He sounded controlled. Why can't I trust myself around him? "Away. From you." I sat on the hood of the car again. I turned to see him, forward to where he was first. He tried to stop me.
Amused, I didn't say a word. The wind was getting colder. Why aren't you leaving? My mind nagged again. Why isn't he? There was a deafening silence in my head and all hell broke loose. Why isn't he? "I thought you would leave." We both said at the same time.
We laughed. "Sappy. Even for you." Luca joked. Offended, I looked at him. "I was hoping you would leave so I can hide the body in my car." Luca looked mock-horrified. "No!" He exaggerated. I narrowed my eyes at him and controlled my smile. "I came here to kill the person. You already killed them." He commented.
I nodded my head, agreeing with him. It was getting colder and darker. 'Like your soul.' My mind taunted. Why can't I be normal? 'Normality sucks and is boring.' I'm leaving before I end up, shooting myself in head infront of him. I got off the hood and headed to the car door.
I sat in and turned the ignition on. Don't do it, don't do it, don't. I gazed up at him, he wasn't watching me. The sun in my heart settled. He glanced back after I looked away. He tried to wave at me and decided against his better judgement. I drove off with a slight disappointment.
I reached my house and I walked inside, distractedly. I felt something off. Alert with the adrenaline, I moved into the shadows. What the hell is happening? I heard a familiar gruff voice. To confirm, I moved carefully into the hallways.
There were bread crumbs on the floor which would have made noticeable noises. I escaped them stealthily. I reached the room. "Hey, Celeste." He didn't even turn around. He continued talking to Alex and his workers.
Pushing away the offense I felt, I didn't enter the room. I should have known. Alex was more guarded. My security loosened and tightened slowly. All ths signs were there. I was too preoccupied. Damn.
I pushed open my room and locked it for privacy. I crashed on my bed and never felt sleep overtake me.
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Waking up to the fire alarm was not my ideal morning. I quickly pulled myself off the bed and ran out the door. In the isle of the kitchen, both of them were there, eating breakfast calmly. I wanted to kill them, they couldn't have found another way to wake me up. Fire alarm and panic is always the way. Nice parenting.
"Buon giorno, cara." My dear father wished me. I gave a nod in return. I went back up to clean myself. After a bath, I came down. Breakfast was prepared and they were done. It was my turn. As I sat myself down, I looked for the person who cooked. "Is it impossible to believe that I could cook?" My immature father whined with his heavy accent.
Alex was guffawing in the corner and his workers smiled. "Si, have you ever given me a reason?" I criticised. He widened his eyes and flailed his arms around. "I'm a great chef." I rolled my eyes, "Right, like the time you set the cabinets on fire?"
"That was one great pasta even though it was burnt. And the fire was a misunderstanding." He defended quickly. Same as ever. "Is it possible to go through one conversation without you being defensive?" I retorted.
He stuck his tongue out when his guards weren't looking. "Anyway, I'm leaving in a few hours...." I looked at him. "Yes, I'm here for business. And I needed to talk to you." I frowned at his choice of words.
"Need?" I asked while I ate my waffles quickly. "Yeah, about the boy....." I gazed at him and continued eating. "You know, should I be concerned about any grandchild coming my way?" I stared at him with a hard look. "In case, you didn't get it, it's sex?" He asked, questioningly.
"Inappropriate." I commented and completed my breakfast. "Hey, I'm all for abstinence but if I have to prepare for a....." I stopped him, "Inappropriate. And there is nothing going on. No boy." My father smiled charmingly. I threw my head back, groaning.
"What's the boy's name? How does he look? Is he tall enough?" The questions came in all forms. "No, if I have a boyfriend that you need to concern yourself with, I would be the first person to tell you." I rolled my eyes for exaggerated effect. "Will my grandchild look good?"
"Get out." I ran up to change my clothes for college class. I took the backdoor to avoid him. Pulling away, I heard him scream, "Carino, don't go. I need to you to promise that you will name the child after me." The security guard was laughing.
I drove off quickly to make sure that he doesn't follow me. I reached the parking lot faster than usual. Hurrying to my classes, I settled down. Carlotta and Lucy waved at me. I was sitting with Luca. Ugh, sounds weird.
Looking at him, I was reminded of Alena and my dad who spoke of my child with him. I was imagining my child with him. Okay, ew. But they would look attractive. No, stop thinking about that.
I looked away to meet Bliss staring at me with such a scathing look. Rolling my eyes, I fell back.
I'm not interested.In what, sweetheart? My mind teased.
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Hello, lovelies. I know how awful I am. But I've been dealing with some things personal. I couldn't write. I realized I just had to, to make myself better and continue my stories. Apologies! 🖤
Shoutout to ananyafalcone and AnushkaSinghRathore
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