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Stella's POV:
Elio arrived home right as they sat out dinner.
"Sorry I'm late." He says coming around and giving everyone a kiss on the cheek.
"It's okay. We just sat it out." His father says. "So, Stella, are you enjoying yourself?" He asks me with a smile.
I look up from my food. "Yes. I really miss it here." I force a smile. Elio, who's sitting in front of me, rest his head on his hands with a frown, not daring to look up at any of us.
Our parents continue to have a conversation about something random. I don't listen though. My eyes are glued on Elio.
I relived what happened earlier with Luca. Elio was jealous. He was jealous I was with another boy. That thought made me smile. Was I happy that he was jealous? Yes. That let me know he wanted me to himself. So, I'm gonna continue to make him jealous. Call it toxic, I don't care.
I snap out of my trance, to find him running inside with a towel to his face. No one but me seemed to be worried.
I sat on the edge of my seat, trying to decide if I should go or not.
"Excuse me." I quickly say getting up and walking in.
"Mafalda! Where did Elio go?" I ask. She points down a hall.
I see him, sitting there with blood all over his napkin. He looked pale and sweaty.
"Nose bleed?" I ask. He just nods.
I sit down next to him and he wraps his loose arm around my shoulder. I interlace our fingers, and lean my head on his shoulder.
"Are you jealous of Luca?" I ask randomly.
"What? What no!" He yells getting defensive.
I pull my head from his shoulder, to look into his piercing eyes. "It's okay if you are."
"I'm not." He doesn't dare look back at me.
I sigh and lay my head back down. "I'm jealous of Marzia." I told him honestly.
He tenses up under me. "You are?" He asks not believing me.
"Mhm." I hum with a sigh.
"Well, then I am."
I smile and my cheeks heat up. I pull his arm from around my shoulder, and kiss the back of his hand.
