Greed

Gio Santini Broke His Arm

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greed; [noun] a selfish desire to posses more than what one deserves
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It was a hot sticky Thursday afternoon in Mr. Gomez's pre-calculus class. The static draft coming from the always-broken air vent doing nothing to combat the heat--when the door was shoved open so harshly the shelves that lined the wall rattled showering us in the smallest amount of dust. I, like everyone else in the room, looked up from my worksheet just as the familiar man-boy stomped into the room.

The heavy thuds of his boots filled the room so expertly that I was for a second caught in the way they thumped against the ground. It wasn't till my eyes traveled higher that I realized with a barely audible gasp that Gio Santini's arms were both in casts.

His dark glare a swarming mix of greens and browns swept through the room, jaw clenched he stood before Mr. Gomez now an object of our curiosity. Cut's marred his handsome face--no amount of scratches could change that--and his straight and narrow nose was still in perfect shape.

"Another fight Mr. Santini?" Mr. Gomez's voice was borderline mocking and I felt the class take a sharp inhale through the nose and back out through the mouth as Gio fixed his glare on the maths teacher a murderous look in his beautiful eyes. Flinching inwardly he tried to save himself from Gio's fire. "Take a seat."

The class behind me laughed and Gio strode towards the first available seat, he slumped in the first row directly beside me. Wincing only briefly when his wrapped up arm came into contact with the harsh cold desk.

"What are you all gawking at!?" Mr. Gomez tried to retain some semblance of control as the laughter of the people was almost palpable. "Get back to work!"

Now they were laughing at how red his face got. I nearly smiled.

"Shut the fuck up." Gio snarled to no one and everyone, his glare fixed on me before jumping behind me. "I have a migraine. The next person to make a sound is gonna wind up dead."

Instant silence.

The threat, technically a crime, hung above all our heads--even Mr. Gomez flapped his mouth like a fish before quietly returning to his open laptop.

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In Mary Side High you don't mess with Gio Santini. You don't get in his way and you definitely don't say his name louder than a whisper--lest the beast hear and appear to confront you about it. He was a great and terrible force, the second son of the most gruesome man in town Gio emulated his father's power--he'd even formed a smaller version of the Santini crime syndicate family right in our tiny little public school.

Now, the thing about Gio was that he was a man with a fearsome reputation. He'd once taken down a group of thirty adult men when he was only fourteen and he'd also set fire to an old teacher' car--just to name a few of his accomplishments--but these were all rumors. No one had ever seen anything actually happen and we'd all just only sort of believed it. I mean matched with his volatile attitude it wasn't too farfetched.

But now...his broken arms were all the evidence we needed. Gio had gotten in a fight so bad both his arms were broken. Not one but two arms were broken. Granted one was in a full sling while the other just had a cast around the wrist area--but still. This was major news.

"Hey." His voice broke my train of thought and I slowly turned my head to face him, a feeling of dread traveling up my throat. The whole class seemed to zero in on us and I nearly cried. Only the exhausted look in his eyes somehow made that feeling vanish. "Can you help me?"

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The class was empty, utterly barren of any other life. The only sounds being Gio's occasional grunts as we both struggled with his very expensive-looking leather jacket.

"You're Valentina right?" Gio's husky voice drew me away from my task at hand and I looked up into his eyes feeling a slight blush spreading across my face I nodded my head. "What, cat got your tongue?"

"M-my names Valentina." I cleared my throat at my nervous stutter.

"Thank you for your help, Valentina." The way he said my name made my toes curl but I pushed away that insane feeling--finally able to get one sleeve off. The fact that only one of his arms was in a sling helped speed up the process.

"There." I held out his jacket too terrified to smile triumphantly, something flashed in his eyes but maybe I imagined it. "If that's all." I started to stand up but he cleared his throat and I froze.

"Actually..."

A/n
I had this in my drafts so...here you go. Enjoy.
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