Day Seven
1777 Words
i sit down in history class, it’s a boring worthless class to take. History lies and repeats. As someone who was born and raised in the Russian Mob, i can safely say, they lied about that too.
“So, you want to be my partner?”
I look up from my doodle at Damien who slides into the seat next to me. “For What?” I whisper.
“For the presentation.”
“No!” I throw my head back. “I hate presentations.”
He chuckles. “I’ll go easy on you and say all of it myself. And you can say the title and maybe the sentence.”
“What’s the presentation about?”
“Were you paying attention at all?”
I smile, shaking my head. “No.”
He laughs. “We’re supposed to pick something that happened in the timeline of 1910-1990.”
“Russian Mob.” It spills out of my mouth before i can even stop myself. He stops for a second, shocked by what i said. I don’t know why. Its more of a ‘how does he know’ rather then ‘weird’ look.
“Or Italian or whichever else. I’m not familiar with others.”
He nods. “Russian mob is good, common you know.”
I nod. “Well, I’ll do the research if you want.”
“It’s a group project you have to hang out with me now.”
I blush. “Of course.”
“Maybe i can drag out the secrets your trying to hide.”
“Mm.”
“Or maybe find out what your favorite color is.”
“Mm.” I say, biting my tongue.
He laughs. “well mine is orange and i like Hunger Games.”
“Of course you do.” I whisper.
The perfect man.
“Can you tell me yours or is it against the rules?”
I inhale, pursing my lips. “Black, and Hunger Games.”
“Aw. Same as me.”
“Don’t read into it. I’m a nerd. I’m shocked you read.”
“Rude assumption. But i get it.”
He chuckles. “Rude assumption, but i get it.”
“We can work together in the library, but you cannot come over.”
“Fine, sneaky.”
“Thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment but okay.” He sits back and avoids looking at me for the rest of the class.
I pissed him off somehow, and i don’t know if it was the Russian Mob, or my undying need to keep him away from me. I know he will lose interest soon and that’s what i want.
Is it?
Yes.
No.
Yes.
Shut it.
Obviously, Nick would’ve moved on already, but it doesn’t mean i don’t still love him. I feel like if i come back and I’m with someone else, or married, or having a new life, I’ll betray him. I never got to say goodbye. I just up and disappeared.”
And..i can’t get close to anyone.
I look at him, his beautiful face. He’s just everything i could want. But i can’t. Though i need to apologize.
“Damien—“
The bell rings and he’s up and out of the seat before i can continue. It’s unlike him. And i don’t know what id id. I say this stuff all the time, and he always laughs it off or flirts his way through. Never gets mad enough to ignore me.
I follow the kids out, and go to the table that’s outside the door to change my books for my next class in forty minutes.
The bullies that have avoided me because Damien has followed me, are back. They shove me against the wall, and this time my glasses break and fall onto the desk.
Now, for a 23 year old you’d think i wouldn’t get this. But they are like teenagers here. It’s f*****g ridiculous.
“Get the hell away from him!” Lucy barks at them, and since she’s slept with the main one, he backs down. He understands her. He’s scared of her and i don’t blame him.
“Are you okay?”
“My glasses broke.” I whisper, and hold up the crushed lenses essentially.
“We might have one of the old ones.”
“I might have to just squint for the rest of the day, my life really. Until i can afford them. Mom threw out the old ones.”
“Why?”
“Because your fat ass sat on the box.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t leave the box in the car.” She hisses.
“Well maybe you should pay attention to where you sit.” I throw the glasses in the trash.
She rolls her eyes. “What’s up your ass?”
“I made Damien mad somehow and it’s bugging me.”
“How?”
“There’s a group project in history, and we had to pick something between 1910-1990. And as the dumbass that i am i blurted out the Russian Mob. He was like, shocked, but not shocked, like afraid. Then he got mad and stormed out.”
“Do you think he knows?”
I shrug. “Who knows? And why would he freak out? And try to pry secrets from me? You know them as much as i do, they wouldn’t do that. It would be a slow transition. You know that.”
“Why because i slept with him!” She snarls.
“No! Because we grew up with them. We were sneaky Luc, we hear things we weren’t supposed to, we know how they work. Look what they did to that guy who ran to Russia. They used a girl to get him, and she f*****g married him before he found out! It took her four years! Why would he quickly want to know after a week?”
“That’s true.”
“they work smart, no way they would do this.”
She nods. “Maybe he just tired of your negativity. I would be.”
I laugh. “shut the f**k up.”
She smiles. “I’ll tell dad about the glasses.”
“Thanks.”
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I fall on the bed, and throw my stress ball in the air, catching it before it slams on my face since i wasn’t paying attention. The door flies open and slams shut, Lucy panting as she stares at me.
“What?”
“He called me.”
“Who? Damien? That’s not fair.”
“No! You i***t! Alexi!” She whispers yells at me.
“what!”
“He called me, i think drunk.”
“what did he say?”
She moves our tub of books in front of the door so I’m assuming dad or mom can’t open it.
“He kept saying he missed me.” She sits on the bed, looking at me. “And that he was sorry, and that he just wants me back. He doesn’t care what dad did, whatever he did. He wants me back.”
“Don’t trust him Luc—“
“I know, he could just be playing my feelings but Enz, i miss him. He was the only one who made me happy. And he broke my heart when he said those words.”
“I know little sis. But you can’t. He’ll hurt you. He’ll hurt me and you wan’t want him messing up my perfect blacked hair.” I joke, which gets me a laugh and a kick to the leg.
“Shut the f**k up.”
I sigh. “When do you think we’ll get out of WP? I hate this town, I’m old enough to leave now.”
“And the Russian Mafia will find you. I’m sure they have people in every state now.”
The distraction was successful.
“I hate this life Luc!”
“Me too.” He sighs. “I miss my old name.”
“Alessandra.”
She chuckles. “You saying you don’t miss yours?”
“Enzo? Yeah of course i do. I hate the name Roman.” I gag. “It’s stupid. I should move to Italy, we’re Italian.”
“We’re Russian now b***h!” She moves up and with her foot moves the stub. “I’m stealing moms stash, want any?”
“I’ll get a lighter.”
I reach over my nightstand and underneath her pillow grab the lighter i know she has. But, there’s something else.
When i set the lighter down i look at it, it’s Alexi. I only knew his name, and once saw his face. A blurry picture. I was hiding behind a door while he screamed Russian at my father.
I was..9?
He was the man that scared me even in my dreams.
And here she looks so happy and i see a completely different side of Alexi. He never smiled. Never showed any emotions with anyone. But he’s smiling here, looking at her, like seriously in love with her.”
“Hey fucker!”
I scatter to set the picture back in it’s place like i never saw it. If she caught me, my balls would no longer be attached to me.
“Moms gone for her annual ‘walk and not smoke’ break and dad’s ‘not’ looking at playboys in the bathroom. We’re good.”
I laugh, opening the window and turning the fan on she gives me one and i light it, and hers, smiling. “What will do if we see Alexi again?” I exhale.
“Kill him.”
I choke on the inhale i took, laughing when i clear my lungs. “I would help you hide the body.”
She leaned back. “You better.”
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