Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 11~

My life wasn't suppose to be so complicated. It was simple and that works for me because I am simple. Everything about me screamed plain and uninteresting and that was all okay with me, because unwanted attention made me nervous. I wasn't the girl who turned heads in a crowd, or the type to be outspoken and bold. That only worked for me unless I was provoked, and that's been happening a lot lately.

My anger wasn't one to play with, and that's why I try so hard to keep it under control because the damage of what I had caused a long time ago still haunts me, and I don't need history to repeat its self. Those secrets are ones I didn't reveal to Ciana, and I'm glad I didn't. My closet was full of skeletons, and I don't need anyone finding the bones leading up to them.

But Naomi...if she digs a little deeper she might just find them...

"You know Raven, you really surprised me." I snap out of my thoughts, locking eyes with Naomi. I sit across her in her spacious living room, the very same living room where everything started. I never thought I'd be back here again. Ever.

The queen demanded that I come to her house after school because she had 'important girl business' for us to talk about. I'll admit, she didn't have to threaten me this time for me to comply. I was genuinely curious and I had my questions of course that needed to be answered.

"Well, I'm glad I did," I said, giving her a smile. My plastic smile must've been obvious, because she lets out that laugh that sounded like twinkling bells in the breeze. Fake.

"I'm glad I chose you." My fits clench at my sides when I hear her say that. Brenna's big reveal instantly came to mind, "Naomi didn't have to embarrass you at school to get back at you for what you did to her, she did far worse. She introduced you to the man in charge of the Italian mafia."

She got me involved with a man who possibly runs the mafia. The Italian fucking Mafia. I could just strangle her. Why couldn't she just do what all cliché Queens did? Embarrass me at school to prove her point and call it a day. Why go through all this trouble? Why did she have to make things more complicated? Was it really about power? What was really going on here?

Ugh. I'm going to have a fucking headache.

Her twisted way of pay back and control is the reason a certain black folder holding my future was stashed away in my room right now from my mother's prying eyes. The very same folder that determined how this whole game of hers played out. The very folder, that had contents that shook me to my core and had me crying all night once I read it.

I was confused as hell and didn't know what any of what I was reading had to do with me and the mysterious Dimitri Luciano. But the deeper I read, the more everything seems to get a little bigger, making reality look so far away. A mere black folder made me look like I was just this small speck of dust blowing in the wind. I read my choices and I was still at a stand still.

The weight of the decision I had to make was on my shoulders, and the thought of running away seem more appealing every passing minute, but I doubt that I'd even make it out the country. We're talking a billionaire, possibly Italian Mafia leader finding me and killing me. I've thought about going to the police, but then I remembered the very fine print on the first page, 'The moment this document is opened, you are a sworn to secrecy of its contents'.

It didn't matter because I already opened it and began to read. It was cryptic and vague and I needed a lawyer to determine most of the things in it. But where am I going to find a lawyer? And with what money? Did he forget I was a highschool student who didn't work because I had a mother who forbid it and sole me out taking all the money?

I had five more days to make a decision I didn't want to be apart of. A decision that may cost me my life.

"I like you Raven." Naomi said bringing me out of my thoughts again, "You have this fire in you that challenges me, and I love a good challenge."