She always appear to be great, she makes everyday a good day. At least that's what everyone thinks, it's easy to miss the signs, unless you've already seen them, and he has.
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Andrea Cristaldi, an Italian beauty, new to N...
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"Hey. stronzo" I see Dorian walk up to the door. Late for the plans he made! "Or should I say Kidnapper. Or should I say very late person!"
"Ok, this morning wasn't kidnapped and who cares?"
"I care, the pictures-"
"Drea, we cuddled, god forbid right?" He just cut me off.
"And I'm not late I said 2, it's 2. Lets go." He walks away and into the doors of the gym where I don't say a single fucking thing. He wants to talk to me like that. Fine. Then how about you don't talk to me at all! I manage to stay silent, even giving a nonverbal yes when he asks to go to the coffee shop.
"Bugs, whats wrong?" He asks while we are walking to the cafe.
"Nothing." I turn around and smile at him. In the least caniving way possible.
"God, Drea. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" I ask in retaliation. In honesty, I don't know.
"In all honesty, I don't know. You didn't do anything wrong."
"but-" I end my sentence with no real reason why I'm mad.
Maybe your mad because it wasn't wrong.
Luckily Stronzo pulled me away from whatever that was " but it was comfortable." He finishes my sentence like a statement he and I know to be true. Sure, but I would never admit it to him.
"Whatever, lets go." I send him a playful smile and walk into the coffee shop.
"Hey." Bryan looks up and beams at me. God, I hate him but for the sake of my chemistry grade, I keep it together.
"What can I do for you today, babe?" Babe. Interesting.
"Mocha cookie crumble frappacino with an expresso shot." Dorian comes up behind me, like a sneaky little ghost. "And I would like just a black coffee." I look over to see a scowel on his face. What the fuck is his issue? I thought we just fixed the problem.
I lean over and hopefully (unnoticeably) punch Dorian in the arm. "Um, ciao, what he said for me. And extra whip on the frappacino." I smile at him, he smirks back. But not like how Dorian smirks. Bryan's is really disgusting. He looks like he has to practice it in a mirror where as Rian's smirk so more natural.
And hotter.
"Of course, honey." Bryan stops my analyzation of Dorian's smirk.
"How much." I would say Dorian asked politely how much our food was but it was more of a statement.
"$14.50, she your girl Taylor?" He looks at Dorian. Why not just ask me...
"No," Bryan looks at me surprised, like he didn't know women can speak. On top of that I can feel the anger radiating off of Dorian but I can't understand why he's mad. If he doesn't want to pay he could've just said that. "I'm single, Bryan"
