Lowkey

Chapter 26

As he gazed up at me, my eyes stared into his, and he studied me as if searching for something that wasn't there.

He returned them to my eyes, their emptiness making me question whether if he could feel anything at all.

But I was told otherwise when he smiled, although it was a small one, it was enough for me.

"I'm glad I was your first." He said and stood up from his seat, making me take a step back.

I gave a hesitant look and gazed at my feet, replying, "Me too," with a little smile of my own.

"I have to go, Ella."

His voice came out softer, the icy tone still there, but the gentle tone in his voice was present.

"Okay," I replied and moved away from him.

I stepped up to the window and unlocked it, widening the doors to enable him access.

I swung around when I sensed him approaching. My arms flung from my side and went around his waist, hugging him and resting my cheek against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me, he seemed to have gotten used to my constant hugs now.

He squeezed the side of my waist and brought his lips to my ear, "I'll see you Saturday."

"You're not going to be at school?" I asked, frowning.

He shook his head and stared at my lips, "I'm heading out of town."

"Why?" I asked, confused. His lips tilted to the side again while he looked at my own.

"Business, Ella,"                                                             

I nodded slowly, understanding what he meant.

Moving away from him, he stepped in front of the window and easily jumped out.

I closed the windows with a final wave and took one last look at his retreating figure before turning around and beginning to clean up.

✰

Saturday rolled around quickly.

Apart from the conflict that erupted, the week passed uneventfully. Rumours began to circulate that Nicolo had killed the boy, who was, by the way, Damian.

Yes, the boy with who I had become acquainted turned out to be the same person who had made a bet with his friend to get me to fuck him.

Because of the fight, when word got out that he had died, everyone assumed it was Nicolo. Damian's friends, on the other hand, confirmed that he died of a collapsed lung. 

So, Nicolo was off the hook. Even still, if something was pointed at Nico, my father would simply deal with it.

Apart from that, everything went smoothly. The incident was quickly forgotten as other irrelevant topics flooded our college's gossip walls.

It was now Saturday, and I was feeling a lot more energised if you can call it that. I'm just a little excited to see Roman again, I suppose.

I hadn't realised how close I'd gotten to him in such a short amount of time, until now. He also seemed to dominate the majority of my thoughts, which told me more than it needed to.

My feet easily fit into my heels, which I strapped sealed and stood up from the bed.

The snug crimson dress rested nearly perfectly on my body, draping down past my knee with a mid-slit on the side that exposed my upper thigh. And I supposedly might have picked out this dress because of the colour, crimson being Roman's favourite.

My hair was pulled back into a half-up, half-down style, with a few strands falling to the side of my face.

As usual, my make-up was light and fresh.

I slipped out of my room and down the stairs after retrieving my small clutch purse.

Everyone was at the front doors already, Uncle Andre here as well.

I approached Nicolo and stood by his side, and he grinned as he turned his attention to me.

"Well, you look nice," I remarked, patting his tailored chest with a mischievous smile.

He scowled and removed his ray bans, staring me in the eyes.

"I always look nice," He tucked his glasses in his suit jacket, "thank you very much."

"I know you do, you're my twin after all," I said, giggling and swatting his arm.

He grinned and tossed his arm lightly over my shoulder.

"Why are you wearing glasses by the way? It's literally dark out..." I mention giving him a weird look.

"It makes me look cool," He mumbled and looked away.

I giggled and turned towards the three other members that had walked in.

I looked over at my parents, who were dressed nicely, my mother in an outfit similar to mine. And my father dressed similarly to Nico and Uncle Dre, all in a basic black suit.

"Everyone ready?" Uncle Andre asked, his gaze falling on all of us.

The guards opened the doors after we nodded, and I was the first to go. My heels clicked against the floorboards as I made it outside and into the dark.

Nicolo joined me, walking over towards one of the cars that were taking us.

Nicolo and I had our car, and when the driver opened the doors for us, I was the first to get in. My brother followed in suit, and the driver closed the door behind him.

I sat comfortably in my seat and adjusted my dress as the driver started up the car. Nicolo sat across from me, staring out the window, while I mirrored his movements.

As we drove towards our city, my eyes followed the car's motions, the normal paced speed as we exited our grounds and entered the back streets.

I stared out the window, my thoughts glumly started to think about what could happen tonight.

Yet, completely unaware of what will happen.