"Hey, I'm sorry if it's early." I heard Vincenzo's voice on the other line.
"Morning." I greeted groggily. I didn't sleep well, not with the brand new braids heavy on my head.
"You need a ride." Vincenzo states, it's not a question at all. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at the date. I jumped out of bed, scalp stinging with force."Oh- I mean- yeah yeah, I was going to ask Serena to drop me off- she has a doctor's appointment, So we were going to go together.," I said, refusing to focus on the idea that he knew my course schedule.
"Okay." He said, and I expected to hear the line cut off, but it doesn't. I couldn't even hear breathing, but the line was still connected. I strained to hear anything, but nothing came through.
"Vincenzo?" I asked, and it's a muffled voice that answers.
"Yes." He says against his pillow, probably. I press my face against my pillow. I inhaled my scent and frowned wishing I had woken up in Vincenzo's bed surrounded by his masculine scent mixed in with the intoxicating clean honey scent of his hair."You didn't hang up," I said quietly. I remembered Vienna's words. "2 years ago, I realized that if you say a sentence that sounds even remotely close to a goodbye, he'll leave."
"No, I didn't."
I could feel my body heat up at the tone of his voice.
"Do you have something you want to say?" I asked and hated the unpleasantness in my voice.
"Yes, I do."
Warmth settled inside me."Okay," I say, imitating his tone from earlier.
"Did I say something to upset you?" Vincenzo asked suddenly as if he'd been thinking about how to phrase the question.I thought back to his words to her, and his 'I love you.' My heart pangs, but I refuse to let myself dwell on it or Vincenzo.
"No," I responded, maybe a little later than I wanted to.
"Okay." He repeats, and The line is quiet again.My hand hovers over the end call button.
I told myself I would distance myself from Vincenzo.
"Do you want to make out?" He asked suddenly, and my breath hitches.
"- like right now?" I asked, and he takes some time to reply.
"In 30." He says, and I rolled over on my bed.
"Can't promise 30," I said, thinking about the obstacles I would have to go through to look pretty now from my grotesque morning form.
" then we will have to reschedule, and I have pl-" he began, but I cut in."I'll be there in 30."
The promise of meeting Vincenzo's lips sent an adrenaline rush through my whole body. Everything was done with newfound haste until I looked down at my toner and then at myself in the mirror.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself, putting my hands on the sinks, steadying myself.
"You're running back to Vincenzo... like an idiot. He's sick, and he's probably a sociopath. He's going to drag you down to hell or even worse prison."I slowed down to clean and moisturize my face.
I decided I just won't go.
I'm a semi-adult. I can control my urges.
I sat at the edge of my bed, fully dressed, looking at the seconds' tick by.I remembered when our lips had met on this same bed, the rush of absolute ecstasy as I felt his slow, steady heartbeat against my racing one.
I began pacing, and before the actions even registered in my brain, I was speeding down the stairway.
My father was calling my name loudly.
"I'm gonna miss my bus." I insisted back as I sped out the door.
He follows me to the door, and when I turn to look at him, there's an unsettling look of utter despair on his face.My father only had two emotions, and sadness was not one of them, so I hesitated for a second slowed down and then turned to look at him one more time before speeding up the street.
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STUNNING PSYCHO (BWWM)
RomanceWhat would you do if you witnessed your crush murder someone? Sara has been in love with Vincenzo since she first met him, his casual disregard for everything around him was irresistible. On a mission to finally confess her feelings to him, she stu...