"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧."
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Alaska Hades had six older brothers, a loving father and an abusive mother.
She was hiding away in...
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I was sitting in the back of the class room, enjoying the scenery outside. Max and Leo were sitting right beside me and nobody dared to look at us, well nobody except him.
His ocean blue eyes were burning holes into the side of of my head, a smirk resting on his lips. He did that a lot lately. He would just stare at me all day long or frown when one of my bestfriends hugged me or something.
When I eventually gave in to the temptation and looked at him, I found him staring at me with that same expression that he always had when his gaze was on me. His eyes were captivating once again and I found myself forgetting about my surroundings as I watched the waves of the beautiful dark blue ocean in his eyes hit the shore, the wave getting carried away by the water. There was so much depth and emptiness in his eyes that I wanted to find out what he went trough.
Why was he who he was? Why did he beat up others without a reason? Why did he sell drugs and weapons in order to survive? Why did he become a gangleader in the underworld?
Yeah, I found out about it a long time ago when Leo and Max told me about it. I never imagined the rumored 'badboy' in my school to be the one of the most dangerous mafia bosses. Xavier Ricci - the name sent shivers down my spine, but not out of fear. I wasn't afraid of him. It were shivers of warmth.
And his smile. I only saw him smile once and, though it was a tight-lipped and barely visible smile, it was still somewhat stunning to me. His dimples were slightly showing as his lips had tugged upwards a bit and a few strands of his dark messy hair fell in front of his eyes, making him look even better.
Snap out of it, Al!
Anyway, I still had no idea why he was always staring at me. He was a 'ruthless'and mostly emtionless guy, so why bother to look at some girl in school?
The people in my school didn't dare talk to me nor look at me when I showed up after a couple of days with my bestfriends. They were afraid of the rumors and the cold glares.
RING! RING! RING!
The school bell snapped me out of my thoughts as it boomed through the building. I quickly stuffed my books into my backpack and trailed behind Leo and Max who were boredly exiting the class room.
I didn't see the assholes anywhere in school for the past four days. It was as if they had disappeared from the face of earth but I honestly couldn't care less about them. They were my tormentors and my biggest nightmares, yet this small part of me, that was hidden deep inside of me, still loved them. And that's what made me hate them even more. I hated that I would never be able to seriously hurt them. I would never be able to break them like they did to me, and it seriously pissed me off.
The rest of the day went by in a blur and we soon were standing on the parking lot, trying to spot our car in the crowded area. When we did, however, my heart skipped a beat. Xavier was standing there, leaning against the car with crossed arms and a cigarette lingering between his lips.
He puffed out a cloud of smoke when he took the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped on it, making it burn out. I watched him cautiously as Leo, Max and I made our way over to him.
"Yo, what are ya doing with my car! Get your ass off of it!" Max exclaimed dramatically and shoved Xavier away from the car.
Ricci was just staring at Max, who was now carefully examining his car for any scratches or something.
"I wanted to talk to you, Alaska," Xavier said out fo the blue. I looked at him shocked for a moment before I examined his facial expression. He looked kind of nervous behind his smirk, which sounded ridiculous. He's a fucking gangleader why would he be nervous asking me for a talk?
I shrugged it off and gestured for him to speak up. He glanced at my bestfriends who were eyeing him suspiciously. I got the sign and told them to leave us for a second. They were hesitant but then they walked away, though they made sure to keep an eye on Ricci and me out of the distance.
"You know, I kind of wanted to . . . " He cleared his throat and looked me dead in the eye. "Do you wanna go on a date with me?"
I almost chocked on my saliva. Xavier Ricci. The Xavier Ricci was asking me, a little worthless nobody who behaved like a badass for no particular reason other than wanting to not be shoved around, for a date? Why would he? He's like the top of the food chain whereas I was the lowest. There were so many beautiful girls in this school. Natural beauties even. So, why did he want a pale girl with a hideous body full of scars like me?
His mood dampened when I didn't answer for quite a while and he slightly lowered his head. A pang of guilt tugged at my heart and before I knew it I had already made the biggest mistake of my life, or was it?
"Yes. I will go on a date with you."
His face lit up before he quickly hid it behind his cool facade, which I couldn't help but chuckle about. He tried to hide a lot of his emotions. When he was angry he would clench his fists in order to not punch someone and when he was bored he would focus his eyes on one thing and wouldn't look away.
Wait.
Damn, why did I know so much about him?
"Saturday at 6PM, I will pick you up?" he asked whereupon I nodded my head and sent him a small, barely noticeable, smile.
When he walked off, Leo and Max raced over to me and bombarded me with questions and that's when I noticed what I just did.
I agreed to go on a date . . .
. . . with Xavier Ricci. ●
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● Hey there, hope you enjoyed the chapter. It's a shorter one just like the other one I posted earlier today, but this time it was more stuff about Xavier and Al.
How do ya like the idea of them?
The next chapter will be from Xav's POV, then you will find out what he thinks and feels about all of this. But don't worry he won't just become a softie, he will stil be his bad ass, arrogant self.
