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Vera Greco
23. Italian. Daughter of Marsha Greco, owner of the biggest gentleman's club in Los Angeles. Also the most private and exclusive. If you don't know, then you don't even know it exists.
Harry Styles
24. British. World famou...
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I walked around the school supply section at Target, pinching my lip as I looked over the possible different options of notebooks. I wanted to get something that was different for New York and London. So that whatever I started writing in each place felt like it had its own personality.
I picked out a purple one for New York, a flower pattern all over it in a slightly darker shade of purple. I peeked back up and decided the brown leather wrapped one would be for London. It felt perfect for the old time feel of Oxford, and I as I reached for it another hand did too.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You can—no it's fine, you reached for it first." I heard the voice say. When I turned to look, it was Anthony's best guy friend from high school football, Brett.
"No way, Greco, I haven't seen you since senior prom!" He said and my eyes went wide, laughing slightly.
"Brett, I know. How have you been?" I smiled, quickly grabbing the notebook while he was distracted.
"Good, good. Playing football at SC now. I'm surprised you aren't still glued to Anthony's hip." He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.
"To be fair, I think he was glue to mine, but uh, we both actually still see each other a lot. I've actually been to campus quite a few time with him." I smiled.
"Too bad I haven't ran into you! You gotta let me know the next time you're there. We can grab a bite the three of us. Or just us two, that works too." He winked playfully and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"Uh, sure, I'll message you on IG or something." I smiled, hugging the notebooks I had picked out close to my chest.
"Sounds good! Hey, do you know if Anthony is still seeing that blonde?"
"I'm sorry...Tony? Seeing someone?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, since the start of this semester, he was at a Kappa Delta party with me, and met some girl. They went to her formal, and I know they messed around. I saw them walking around campus from time to time, but I just wondered."
"Oh, umm, you know, Tony and I like to keep our dating lives private. So...yeah. No idea." I lied, my mind going back to the girl at the bookstore. I hated the jealousy coursing through me. It wasn't fair to feel it. I had no right. I had to keep reminding myself that.
"Well, if he is, give him a high five for me, a total babe. And don't forget, next time you're on campus, hit me up." He smirked, grabbing a random notebook, "Alright, bye Vera!"
"Bye." I smiled small, waving him off. I took a deep breath shaking my head before turning and grabbing a pack of my favorite black pens, heading out.
I stood outside, getting ready to order my Uber when Harry began calling me. I slid the button over answering.
"Hey." I said, my tone clearly bothered, I couldn't shake the feeling of knowing Tony had been lying to me.
"Hey,...you okay?" He said, and I bit my lip. I hated when people asked that, it was like the automatic producer of tears.
