Son of the Boss

New Girl

First-period English sucks. Mrs. Davidson sucks. The entire school sucks.

I slump back into my seat at the back of the room and let my fingertips play with the edge of my switchblade.

I hate high school and loathe my father even more for making it a condition of my leadership.

He didn't have a normal teenage life so he expected Beto and me to be the ones to fulfill that weird fantasy for him since Giovanni and Anna both were homeschooled up until eighteen.

At the age of 17, my dad had his first marriage to a girl from Italy for a few years. It didn't work out at all and actually ended with her death for the betrayal of the family.

He met Giovanni and Anna's mother shortly after and they married within three months of knowing each other. She was the daughter of another family in Italy and her mean spirit was a huge turn-on for him apparently.

My dad though is not a loyal man when it comes to women and while she was battling cancer he was starting a new relationship with my mother.

She was his last wife and according to the stories, he did love her more than anything.

I don't remember my mother but I do keep pictures of her with me. She was beautiful and had the same black hair and brown eyes.

I was just four years old when she was murdered in the middle of the night. My dad had been away handling business and was on his way home when it happened.

That night has haunted me for years.

I could hear her screaming down the hallway when she was killed and the whole house erupted into chaos. Nobody understood how anyone got to her.

My uncle, Michele, had drug me back into my room and locked the door.

I had screamed for her over and over again. Hours felt so long that night.

"We'd love to learn a little more about our new friend. Would you mind sharing?" Mrs. Davidson's voice rings out in the room, pulling me from my mind.

I glance up and spot a girl I haven't seen before.

She has thick, chocolate brown hair that tumbles down to the edge of her waist. Her hand stops moving across a sketchbook and she looks up.

She seems to be struggling with the thought of having to introduce herself. I don't blame her though.

It is such a corny and silly part of starting a new school.

She stands and turns around to face the class. I feel my breath catch in my throat as she locks her eyes with me.

She's beautiful.

Her chocolate hair seems to frame her angelic, soft features and highlights the most stunning part about her.

Ocean blue eyes pop against the contrast of her dark hair and fair skin.

She seems so innocent. Fragile.

She starts to speak, "My name is Olivia Moore. I'm from New York, but we made the big move here recently since my dad accepted a new job."

I watch her lips as she parts them with each word.

Full and pink. Pearly white teeth and a bit of sparkle as the light hits them.

Her blue eyes land on me again and my chest tightens from her intense gaze.

I feel myself lean into the desk as I study her again and again. I want to know her.

I need to know her.

Snap out of it! Stop it!

I shake my head again and try to pull myself away from her hypnotization.  I pulled out a pencil from the bag at my feet and went to work on my own artwork on the desktop.

Praying the time passed by quickly.

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The last bell rings and I hurry out into the crowded halls.

Students are rushing around trying their hardest to get out of the school as quickly as they can.