His Rose

Ten Days

Rose's POV

It's been about 2 months since we got back from Italy. I'm back to college with Mai so we've been busy, luckily it's towards the end.

Alessandro has been busy too. Very busy.

I'm sat in class, half sleeping because I haven't gotten any sleep last night. Or any of the nights in the past week. I've been at work and doing all my schoolwork. Alessandro told me I don't need to work but I don't want to rely on a man, even if he's my boyfriend. Life has too many twists and turns. And even if he is my boyfriend and I trust him with my life, anything can happen.

"Rose? Hello???" Mai says poking me.

"Oh shit. Class is over already?" I mumble rubbing my eyes.

"Yes!" She says irritated.

"Okay. Damn." I mumble and get myself together.

*** * ***

"Alessandro said he can't pick you up today." She says as we walk to her car.

"Oh. Mkay." I mumble.

"So to our apartment?" She says driving off.

"Yea... I've got an essay to type up." I say, shrugging my shoulders and looking aimlessly out of the window.

"Okay. Cheer up babes, I'm sure he'll pick you up tomorrow."

"You've said that for the past ten days. What if he's just tired of seeing me? What if he's ghosting me? What if-"

"Rose SHUT UP! He cares about you and loves you, he's just busy." She says parking the car.

"Yea, busy with another g-"

"If you finish that fucking sentence I will buy you your favorite ice cream, let you get one lick and slam it on the floor." She says as we walk into my favorite ice cream spot.

Well damn.

"Should I call him?"

"Yea, but right now, ice cream."

"Mkay." I say slightly smiling.

We order our ice cream and sit in the window seats.

"How's your ice cream?" Mai asks as I finish my ice cream.

"It was delicious. How about you?"

"Awesome as always."

***

We're sat in my bedroom in our apartment typing on our laptops.

"Should I call hi-"

"Rose, I said yes the last 10 times. Call him." Mai says rolling her eyes and plucking me in between my eyebrows.

"Ow- Okay."

I pick up my phone and call Alessandro, it rings 4 and a half times then- voicemail. I call him again. Voicemail. I call him one more time. It rings about 2 times until.

"You have reached the voicemail box of-"

"Straight to voicemail." I say shoving my face in my pillow. "Three times." I say, muffled by my pillow as tears fill my eyes. "What if he's mad at me and ignoring me? What if-"

"I'm going to call Luca to see if he's with him. I've got a plan." She says cutting me off and picking up her phone.

"A plan?" I ask wiping the little bit of tears that came out and tilting my head in a bit of confusion as to what she'll do.