Sorry this one took awhile to write guys, I wanted to try and make a lengthy La Squadra one-shot and have it make as much sense as possible lol... So this one takes place in high school, everyone is between the ages of 16-18. I also tried something different at the end and had everyone's perspective kinda tied in at the end. Hope you guys enjoy! Also if anyone knows this artist's name can you please drop it in the comments, I know I've seen their artwork before but I never knew who it was thanks!
Becoming a sophomore was a big step for a sixteen year old like yourself. New school, new friends, it was going to be a lot to take in. Your nerves got the best of you seeing that you just moved here with your father not that long ago and you didn't really know anyone in the area...
You were grateful that this school required uniforms so you didn't have to feel so out of place. You held onto the straps of your backpack as you entered the school. It wasn't like the town you moved in was very big, so there weren't a lot of kids your age in the area, which meant it wasn't a big high school. You felt a bit relieved, but that feeling was short lived. The students all stared at you. Some of them were trying to figure you out while others whispered about your appearance or where you might've came from. You awkwardly looked at your feet as you passed, you didn't like the feeling of all these eyes piercing you as you walked.
You weren't quite sure where you heading, but you managed to find a bathroom and hurried inside. You were alone thankfully. You breathed in a sigh of relief as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
"You got this..." You whispered to yourself, "Everything's going to be fine..."
As soon as you said that, a group of girls walked in. There were all laughing and chatting until they saw you standing before the mirror. The leader of the pack looked you up and down and walked towards you. You awkwardly smiled at her as her and her friends surrounded you.
"What's up newbie?" She asked.
"N-Nothing really..." You spoke.
She folded her arms across her chest, "I heard you came here to escape poverty."
"H-Huh?"
"You heard me," She spoke, "Your father was a deadbeat so he needed a new job and here was his best shot... My daddy happened to hire him."
You frowned as she insulted your father. One of her friends picked at your raggedy backpack.
"Look at this (insert mean girl name)!" She laughed, "Can't afford a decent backpack?"
The group laughed as you held tightly onto your backpack straps. You wanted to cry or fight back, but you knew that would just add more fuel to the fire, so you pushed your way out of the bathroom. The girls called after you but you wanted to escape the situation as fast as you could. You hurried down the hall not really paying attention to who was in front of you, until you slammed against someone.
"I'm so sorry!" You cried out when you noticed him.
He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. His hair was cut short and was partially slicked back.
"Watch where you're going next time!" He spoke in an angry tone.
He turned around to face you. He looked a bit shocked when he realized that you were the new girl. You had a big frown plastered on your face and you looked like you already were having a rough first day.
"I uh... I'm sorry," he said while placing a hand behind his head, "I'm sure it was an accident..."
You wondered why he was being so sympathetic with you until you felt something warm slide down your cheeks. You had tears streaming down from your eyes and you couldn't stop them from flowing. You furiously wiped them trying to calm yourself down, you didn't want to cry.
"I—I—"
The sound of the bell ringing interrupted the two of you. Two other boys called out to the one you bumped into and ushered him over.
"Prosciutto! We're gonna be late for class c'mon!"
The boy who you learned was named Prosciutto glanced at you once more and then left to catch up with his friends. He seemed very prim and proper, you expected him to be one of those rich popular kids. You didn't dwell on it too much, because you had to get to class as well and you didn't want to be late.
***
With literally seconds before class started, you managed to find your next class and take one of the seats near the window. The students were all chatting with one another as you unpacked a notebook and a pencil. You nervously glanced at all the students around you, everyone was so friendly with one another, it made you feel out of place. The teacher still hadn't made it to the classroom yet, so you decided to just doodle in your notebook.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice asked.
You glanced from your small sketch to see a boy with green hair smiling at you. He had a calming demeanor to him and his facial features appeared quite relaxed and kind unlike the other students you came in contact with. You silently nodded as he placed his things down and straightened himself in his seat.
"My name is Pesci by the way," He said while leaning a bit closer to you.
You felt a bit nervous that he was talking to you. You didn't expect anyone to try and make friends with you so quickly.
"My name is (Y/N)." You responded.
"Nice!" He smiled, "You must be the new girl, welcome to our school! It's not so bad honestly, definitely a lot of cliques, but once you find the right one to be apart of it isn't so bad."
"Oi Pesci!" A boy behind the two of you called out.
He shot a spit ball at the back of Pesci's head and snickered.
"H-Hey!" Pesci called out while rubbing the back of his head.
The two of you turned to see a boy with short, buzzed hair leaning in his chair.
"Got you good didn't I?" He chuckled.
Pesci sighed, "Formaggio..."
You didn't say anything, you didn't feel it was your place to.
"Hey you're still coming out with us later right?" He asked completely ignoring your gaze.
"W-Well I don't know..." Pesci said nervously.
Formaggio leaned forward over his desk, "Don't tell me you're chickening out!"
"W-What?!"
"Oh man!" Formaggio laughed, "You really are nothing like your older brother how embarrassing!"
"S-Stop!" Pesci said growing visibly frustrated, "I'll be there!"
Formaggio snickered and leaned back into his chair, "We'll see..."
After the exchange the teacher finally arrived and lecture began...
***
When it was over you were gathering your things and got ready to leave until Pesci approached you once more.
"Hey wanna walk to class together?" He asked.
You were shocked to see he still wanted to hang around you.
"S-Sure." You responded nervously.
You and Pesci showed each other your schedules and noticed that the two of you had a couple of classes together. It was reassuring to you that someone you knew would be there for some of those classes.
As the two of you walked the halls, you grew more comfortable with him. The two of you talked about your interests and hobbies, you both actually had quite a few things in common. Before you knew it you both were standing in front of your next class (Pesci's was a bit further down the hall). He said he'd meet you in the cafeteria for lunch and the two of you parted ways.
This next class you had was a science class, but it wasn't your regular sophomore-level science class. You were actually put in the same class as some of the seniors. You were smart enough to sail right to a senior's college prep class, then next year you'd take honors and then finally AP. You awkwardly walked into the classroom and took an empty seat. As the remainder of the students filed in, an extremely tall, pale figure approached you. He quietly took the empty seat next to you and was completely un-phased by the loud environment around him. He looked very intimidating and he wasn't someone you felt you wanted to cross paths with. He had short pale-bluish hair that rested over one of his dark-colored eyes. You stopped gawking when you heard a high-pitched voice call out.
"Risotto! ~"
He grew tense and sighed.
"Risotto! Why don't you sit next to me! ~"
It was the girl who insulted you earlier, she was in the same class as you! You felt queasy when you saw her try to get Risotto's attention, thankfully she was so transfixed by him she didn't notice you sitting there. Risotto refused to move from his seat and simply tried to shoo her away. She glanced around from chair to chair to see there were none that were empty around him. Her gaze fell upon you and it made you shudder.
"You!" She spoke up, "Go find another place to sit! I want that seat."
You weren't sure what to do. Your eyes shifted from the girl to Risotto. Risotto's dark eyes bored into yours, he looked pissed.
Was he trying to scare you into staying?
Between this girl and Risotto, you were more intimidated by him so you remained seated.
"Hey idiot! I told you to move!" She stammered.
Before anyone could say anymore the teacher walked in and told everyone to take their seats. Forcing the girl to go to her original seat with one of her minions. She was not too pleased.
Halfway through the lecture the teacher had everyone work in pairs. Of course you weren't comfortable with that announcement but you didn't have much of a choice. He required that you worked with the person next to you to figure out the next few equations. The equations were easy for you to figure out on your own, you didn't need any assistance. You already wrote them out on a piece of paper with the answers and glanced over at Risotto. He had also figured out the problems as quick as you did. He placed a hand on his head and stared at the blackboard awaiting the next task.
You wanted to try and collaborate answers with him seeing that the teacher was walking around the classroom checking on everyone. You took a deep breath and looked over at him once more.
"Did...Did you want to compare answers?" You bravely spoke.
He rose an eyebrow and glanced over at you.
"I figured you and I got the answers right given the amount of time it took for us both to answer the problems..." He spoke in a low tone.
You chewed your bottom lip, "Well... I guess it doesn't hurt to check?"
You slid your paper towards his pale hand, prompting him to do the same to you with his. You glanced at his neat penmanship and noticed how each of his answers resembled yours.
"Looks good," He responded while handing you your paper back, "Glad to see this year I have an intelligent person next to me this year and not an idiot..."
You watched as he rolled his eyes, you had a feeling you knew who he was talking about. You couldn't help but form a small smile at his compliment. He might've said it in a monotone voice but it still felt nice knowing he thought you were smart...
Once the bell rang signaling lunch, Risotto picked up his uniform jacket and slung it over his shoulder. He didn't say anything else to you and left the classroom. You followed after him, you didn't want to stick around and potentially feel the wrath of (insert mean girl name).
You located the doors to the cafeteria and found Pesci standing outside them.
"(Y/N)!" He waved, "Over here!"
You quickly hurried over to him and followed him in line to get lunch.
"I hope you don't mind," Pesci said while grabbing a tray, "I usually sit with my friends, they're really cool I think you'll like them."
You chewed your bottom nervously lip as you grabbed your tray, "Is it a big group?"
Pesci thought for a moment as he grabbed a milk, "I guess so? There's quite a few of us... There's me... my brother... Formaggio—"
"C'mon you're holding up the line!" Someone spoke from behind you.
Pesci peeked his head from around you and glared at the kid behind you. The kid instantly grew nervous at the sight of Pesci and it didn't bother him any further. As you and Pesci left the line with your food you couldn't help but ask.
"What was up with the kid?"
Pesci looked quizzically at you, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, that kid got really scared when he realized you were the one holding up the line..."
"Oh that! Well I didn't want to tell you yet but—"
"Pesci get me an extra milk Melone just drank all of mine!" A familiar blonde spoke, it was that guy you bumped into earlier, Prosciutto.
"Hey bro!" Pesci smiled.
Pesci set his tray down and ushered you to sit down next to an unfamiliar face. He had big round red glasses and a mess of blue curls, he picked at his food with his fork.
"Hey (Y/N) I'm gonna get my bro another milk, feel free to introduce yourself to the guys!"
Pesci left you to fend for yourself against a large group of unfamiliar faces. You happened to make brief eye contact with Risotto, you didn't think someone like him would be apart of Pesci's friend group.
"Well who's this cutie?" The boy with lilac hair spoke.
You nervously placed your hands in your lap, "I'm (Y/N)... I'm a friend of Pesci's..."
"Would you look at that," the lilac haired boy spoke as he nudged Prosciutto's arm, "Pesci got himself a girl faster than you this time!"
Prosciutto rolled his eyes.
"O-Oh no we're just friends I swear!" You said while getting red.
The curly-haired boy stepped in, "Yeah you moron, you really think this girl would be interested in that idiot?"
"Watch it Ghiaccio," Prosciutto pointed, "I told you to take it easy on him, he tattles to our mom every time one of you assholes hurts his feelings."
Ghiaccio rolled his eyes, "It's your own fault for bringing a 'baby' into our group..."
"—Shit, Illuso hand me a napkin, I got sauce on my jacket."
Illuso handed Formaggio a napkin as he furiously wiped at the growing stain.
"Grr... My dad's gonna kill me if he sees another stain on this jacket!"
You watched the exchange amongst the boys until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder from the next seat over.
"Hey, (Y/N) right?"
You looked over at a dirty-blonde who sat closely to a dark-haired boy.
"Y-Yeah..."
"We're Sorbet and Gelato, the guys can be kinda rowdy sometimes, but they really aren't that bad... So you're a friend of Pesci's? That must make you a sophomore right?"
You nodded.
"Well since no one here is really good at introductions, we'll just give you the rundown..."
You learned the Sorbet, Gelato, and Risotto were all seniors, then Illuso, Melone, Ghiaccio and Prosciutto were juniors and last but not least Pesci and Formaggio were sophomores (Formaggio got held back a year).
As Gelato pointed at each of the guys to give you a name with a face, Pesci finally returned and handed Prosciutto his milk.
"Did you introduce yourself to everyone (Y/N)?"
Everyone glanced at you now, making it extremely awkward.
"So your name's (Y/N)?" Illuso asked as he tossed his napkin onto his tray.
"Y-Yeah..."
"You're making her nervous," Melone spoke, "You have to speak in a softer tone!"
Formaggio laughed, "Oh please, she should be nervous, does she even know who's she's sitting with right now?"
You looked to Pesci who chewed on his nail, "Well you see, I haven't really had the chance to explain that to her yet..."
"...Explain what?"
After not saying a word for the entirety of this conversation, Risotto spoke without looking up from his book, "We're apart of a gang, have been for awhile, no one really messes with us... I'm sure you can figure out the rest..."
Short and sweet really, everyone feared them. They worked closely with group of men who were much older than them. They carried out specific tasks which they never explained in detail to you. Although it was kind of intimidating to hear of these guys being part of that kind of organization, you also found it interesting. You've heard of the "mafia" and what they were capable of, you or any one you loved could be gone in an instant without anyone knowing.
"Scary stuff huh?" Formaggio teased.
"I suppose so," You spoke quietly, "Wasn't something I expected."
"It has its perks," Illuso winked, "Money, respect, whatever we want..."
"But what about your parents what do they think?" You asked.
The boys chuckled, even Risotto smirked.
"Most of our parents don't really care about us," Melone spoke, "Unless you live under Prosciutto and Pesci's roof their mom is nuts... but she's pretty hot I—"
Prosciutto smacked Melone on the back of the head, "Don't finish that statement asshole."
"My dad's a pushover," Formaggio spoke.
"Both of our parents disowned us once they found out we were a couple," Sorbet spoke for himself and Gelato.
"And my parents are both dead," Ghiaccio shrugged.
A bunch of broken and rambunctious teens. Most of them, no family really to go home to...
The bell rang signaling lunch was over. The guys picked up their trays and got ready to move to their next classes.
"Tonight still happening Risotto?" Illuso asked.
Risotto nodded, "Be there on time, all of you,"
Everyone nodded and went their separate ways, leaving you and Pesci behind.
"What were they talking about?" You asked.
"Don't worry about it too much (Y/N)," Pesci smiled, "It's nothing a girl like yourself should have to worry about..."
***
School ended as soon as it started and you began your walk home. Your house wasn't super far from school but it was still a bit of a hike. As you walked you heard someone call out from behind you.
"Hey you!—Girl...uh—(Y—Y/N)? Yeah! (Y/N)!"
You whipped your head around to see a familiar boy hurrying behind you.
"Ghiaccio?"
He adjusted his glasses, "Yeah, I saw you walking home, I didn't know you lived this way too."
"Yeah I live on (street name)."
"Oh so do I actually, I didn't know you were... well... poor like me..."
"What makes you say that?" You asked.
He shrugged, "Well that's where most of the poor people live around here... I live in the orphanage at the bottom of the street."
You remembered how Ghiaccio said both of his parents were dead.
"How is it living there?" You asked.
"Honestly? Sucks, has been since I was dropped off there as a kid. Glad the guys picked me up though and let me be apart of the group, gives me a chance to let out all my 'repressed anger', as the sisters call it."
Ghiaccio chuckled a bit. He seemed to have had it rough growing up if the people at the orphanage noticed the amount of anger built up inside of him. You just hoped what he was doing wasn't too crazy.
The both of you reached your house first, the orphanage was at the bottom of the street like he mentioned. Ghiaccio said he'd see you at school tomorrow and was on his way. You had to admit that was really nice of him to do you that favor. He didn't seem like a bad guy, but then again you never know.
***
As you finished your homework you couldn't help but think of the guys. You were more than just curious about what they were doing tonight. Unfortunately you had no clue when they'd be going out or if they were already out now but you felt the need to know...
Your dad was working late tonight meaning you had the house to yourself. You remembered that Ghiaccio said he lived at the orphanage down the street and it was blatantly obvious he didn't have a car and would have to walk to wherever they were meeting up. Maybe if you followed him you'd get an idea? You were hopeful that they didn't leave yet, so you changed your clothes and decided to keep watch outside of your window to see if he was going to pass, of course it was going to take awhile...
At around eight p.m, Ghiaccio finally made his move. He was walking up the street towards your house. You laid low and quietly crept out of the front door. You followed him for a few blocks until he took a left into an alleyway. As you approached you happened to peak your head from around the corner.
You saw the guys under a single streetlight they were speaking to each other, but you could barely make out what they were saying. You crept a bit closer until you were hidden behind a garbage can. Risotto leaned up casually against the streetlamp. You noticed that Sorbet and Gelato weren't there with them and everyone seemed calm. A few moments had passed a group of men approached them, Sorbet and Gelato followed. From what you could make out, given the scene, Sorbet and Gelato appeared to be undercover, they acted like they didn't even know the guys. They talked for what seemed like fifteen minutes and then they exchanged a duffle bag for a brief case. Risotto glanced over at Pesci and Pesci responded with a nod. You wondered what was inside each; but like they say, be careful what you wish for.
"PROSCIUTTO IT'S A BOMB!" Pesci yelled.
Pesci had a fishing pole in his hand and took hold of the brief case with his line and tossed it up in the air. It exploded instantly. The guys were both shocked and beyond furious, they all shouted out different phrases and all these ethereal beings appeared beside them. You watched in shock as the men before you all experienced different traumas, one was spitting out razor blades, another grew old, and one got sucked into a reflective surface. There was so much happening at once. You watched as all the guys fought off the men before them. The guys were all too distracted by the people before them that no one noticed that Sorbet and Gelato were having a hard time fighting the guys around them. You didn't know what to do, but your legs had made the decision for you, you hurried towards the duo and jumped on the back of one of the men who was attacking Gelato.
"(Y/N)?" He gasped.
"Let him go!" You screamed.
Prosciutto noticed you and yelled towards the others, "Get her out of here!"
The guy you were on top of flailed, you instinctively wrapped your fingers around his throat to try and choke him. Your hand grew hot as you began to feel his skin melt away in your grasp. He gasped for air and launched you off of him, you were about to hit the ground until Ghiaccio skated over to you and caught you in his arms. Everyone looked in shock as the man's throat completely melted away. This caused the few men who were alive to panic and run away leaving the duffle bag behind.
Ghiaccio set you down on your feet while Sorbet picked up the duffle bag.
"What are you doing here?!" Risotto shouted.
The moment you feared.
"You could've been killed!" He scolded.
"Hey hey!" Gelato spoke, "She saved my life, without her I would've been dead."
Formaggio brought himself back to his normal size.
"Holy shit (Y/N)! What the hell did you do to that guys throat?!"
"I-I..."
You couldn't even explain it, it happened so suddenly. You were only trying to get him to pass out...
Illuso stepped out of his "mirror world", "Do you think she has a—?"
Risotto stepped in front of you now, "What did you see?" He asked.
"W-Well I saw you guys fighting the other guys... But you had help from something else that I can't explain." You responded.
Risotto was silent for a moment, "Can you do that again? What you did to that guy?"
"Y-You want me to kill someone else?!"
"No, just, just try and see if you can do that on a different object..."
Sorbet picked up a piece of old newspaper, "Try this."
You took the newspaper carefully into your hand and tried to do it again. It didn't work at first, but after some concentration it melted in your hand.
"Whoa!" Melone spoke, "I take back all the dirty thoughts I had if she can do that!"
The guys glared at Melone.
Prosciutto walked over to Risotto to speak with him privately, "I know it's not my place, but we could use someone like her..."
Risotto personally didn't like the idea of adding someone who appeared to be as vulnerable as yourself, but Prosciutto was right, you could be quite useful with this "melting" stand ability. Risotto sighed and diverted his attention back to you.
"I think it would be best if you teamed up with us. We can explain what just happened further to you and we can really help each other out."
This whole situation was crazy in every which way, you had no clue what was going on and now these guys whom which you barely knew were asking you to take part in something that was much greater than you... Could you even refuse?
***
A Few Months Later
If you were wondering the answer to that previously mentioned question, the answer was no. Risotto barely gave you time to hesitate before he ultimately made you join the team. He talked to his "higher" ups about you and they were intrigued, your stand ability (which you later learned more about) was essential to the group. Of course you refused to tell your father, he'd be so disappointed in you if he ever found out about all this, unfortunately this would have to be a long-kept secret.
Having a stable group of friends was something you really longed for growing up. The guys treated you like family and no one was allowed to mess with one of their own. People began to respect you and do things for you once they found out you were with them. The guys helped prep you for situations like that one night, they helped you learn more about your stand and how you could control it. Things were starting to look up, and you were extremely grateful to all of them.
"C'mon (Y/N)," Prosciutto ushered you through the crowd of students.
It was lunch period and Prosciutto's class happened to be closest to yours. As usual, you both were heading to meet up with the guys. You were trailing behind Prosciutto, it was getting difficult to keep up. You got shoved back by a few kids snaking their way between the two of you and this caused Prosciutto to grow more annoyed.
"Idiots..." He muttered under his breath.
He went to your side and snaked his hand around your waist so he wouldn't lose you again.
"P-Pro—"
"Oh don't give me that nonsense," He cut you off, "If I don't do this I'll just end up losing you again..."
You face felt hot as he held you close to him, he finally released you once the two of you were in line getting lunch. You happened to meet up with Illuso who saved a spot for the two of you in line. After grabbing your entree you looked for dessert, you looked for any (favorite dessert) and noticed there was one left. You were about to grab it until some other guy grabbed it before you.
"H-Hey!" You spoke aloud.
He completely ignored you and headed for his table. Illuso noticed your disappointment and used his stand to transport it through the mirror world onto your tray. You flashed him a small smile and he patted your head. As you guys approached the table where the rest of the guys were, Illuso and Prosciutto took a seat on the opposite side, while Formaggio snaked his foot under one of the chair legs and pulled it out for you to sit.
"So as I was saying before," Melone spoke, "Mrs. Peters is definitely a MILF if I've ever seen one."
Formaggio snickered, "C'mon dude you've said that about nearly every female teacher here."
"I can't help that I'm a pervert," Melone admitted, "I know a beautiful woman when I see one."
Melone eyed you from across the table and winked. Ghiaccio noticed and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Wipe those dirty thoughts from your mind idiot..."
Melone snickered, "Why? You like her or something?"
Ghiaccio's face turned red as he tried to concentrate on his food.
"...Well I think (Y/N)'s pretty," Pesci spoke nervously, "Is that wrong?"
"No Pesci, you're entitled to think girls are pretty," Prosciutto said before taking a swig of his milk.
"...Unless it clouds your better judgement," Risotto spoke from the opposite side of you, "Then you may need to re-evaluate yourself."
Everyone grew silent for a moment.
Formaggio leaned backwards in his chair and changed the subject.
"...Well what are doing tonight? It's Friday."
"For once we're not working tonight," Sorbeto said while casually crossing his arms, "You guys wanna hang out?"
"Wanna go to The Cliffside?" Illuso suggested.
"It'll suck if everyone's gonna be there..." Ghiaccio rolled his eyes.
Melone chuckled, "You're just anti-social."
"What's The Cliffside?" You asked.
"Just a place where everyone hangs, it's on the outskirts of town. If you're trying to get drunk or high, it's THE place to be." Illuso spoke.
You weren't the type to drink or get high really, you've seen the guys do it a few times after a successful mission, but you never really felt the need to partake in it...
"Obviously you don't have to do it kid," Formaggio said while patting your head, "We know you it's not your thing."
You let out a small sigh of relief and shot him a small smile, "Alright, I'm in..."
***
Sometime Later
All of you were packed into Risotto's and Sorbet's cars. It was a bit of a drive to this "Cliffside" place, it was really on the outskirts. When you guys finally arrived, there happened to be quite a few cars already parked.
"Looks like we're a little late to the party," Formaggio spoke as you all exited the car.
You recognized a bunch of kids from school there, and there were some others who appeared to be a bit older. You watched as the guys slowly began to disperse greeting others and grabbing drinks. Gelato motioned for you to follow him, he tried introducing you to some people. He noticed you weren't quite sure where to go or who to follow at one of these kinds of gatherings. You may be apart of a notorious gang, but that didn't mean your personality was going to change...
As you continued to socialize, you wondered how the guys were doing. Were they having a good time?
Gelato's P.O.V.
I couldn't help but glance at (Y/N), anyone with eyes could tell that this wasn't something she normally did. She did her best to keep herself apart of the conversation, stumbling on her words sometimes trying to make a self-deprecating joke to get everyone to laugh. Sometimes I felt bad for her being apart of all this, this wasn't something she should've gotten involved in. There have been countless death threats and attacks made against us, sometimes I think we're even lucky to be alive. Although I'm worried about her, I am glad she's here. She saved my life and I am extremely grateful. I can tell the guys are too, they just pretend not to care. Everyone wants to keep her safe.
"Hey (Y/N)! We didn't know you'd be here!"
A few people she knew managed to single her out. She looked to me for a moment wondering if it was alright for her to see her friends. She didn't need my approval but it was cute that she wanted to check in with me. I patted her head and encouraged her to go and hang out, this was a party after all, and it would be selfish of me to keep her from experiencing it...
Sorbet's P.O.V.
I wasn't particularly close with (Y/N), I knew all the guys had taken a fancy to her, even Gelato. I wasn't normally the jealous type, I'm still not, but I could tell Gelato grew quite fond of her. Gelato would never leave me, which I knew, he'd reassure me even when I didn't need the reassurance... I think if anything Gelato wanted to protect (Y/N). She was far more innocent than Pesci, but she had more courage than him. She didn't have much of a family other than her father, so it made sense as to why she wanted to get closer to us.
She also saved Gelato's life which she didn't have to. I am beyond grateful and I'm sure Gelato is too. The fact that she'd willingly risk her life for a stranger was beyond me. In a world like ours' you were supposed to look after yourself and your own, not strangers. I wasn't sure how the guys felt about her, but the more I learned about her, the more I realized that she had potential. She was going to do something with her life after all of this...
Ghiaccio's P.O.V.
I was never one for these kinds of things. The same people always showed up and everyone always seemed to act like assholes. Most of the time I drank heavily to hurry the night along; it looked like tonight wasn't going to be any different. Usually one of the guys would come find me and let me crash for the night at their place, they knew I hated the orphanage. I was almost old enough to get out of there, in the law's eyes I was still considered a minor so I just had to wait a bit longer... I sat on a rock that gave me a good view of the ocean and the moon. This was the only beneficial thing to the Cliffside, the view. I drank some of the beer I had and did what I always do when I'm alone and drinking, think of my parents. I mostly wondered if they were proud or disappointed in my life decisions. I always thought about what could've been if they were still in the picture...
I turned my head to catch a glimpse of the party going on behind me. A sea of drunken fools. As I scanned the crowd I happened to find her standing there with a group of kids. They all laughed and looked like the were having a good time. But I wasn't paying much attention to them, it was her who always seemed to grab my attention. She wore a simple dress that complimented her figure, she was beautiful as always. It wasn't like me to fall for someone as easy as I fell for her, but I just couldn't help it. Every day after school I'd walk her home, the more we spoke and the more we learned about one another the harder I fell. She wasn't like me, she was pure and I wasn't, she was level-headed and I was just a hot-head. There was no way she'd love someone like me... I directed my attention back to the bottle in my hand, maybe after some liquid courage I'll finally be able to tell her how I really feel...
Formaggio's P.O.V.
"I'll give you five bucks if you can down two bottles of beer in one sitting," One of my friends spoke.
Of course it was unlike me to back down from a challenge so I accepted. I popped the caps off both beers and placed both ends of the bottles on the left and right sides of my lips. They counted down and I started chugging. I wasn't really an alcoholic, honest, I just enjoyed any chance I could at having a good time. Everyone cheered as I slammed both empty bottles onto the floor shattering them into a million pieces. Illuso came over to me and slapped me on the back.
"Make sure you don't over do it like last time man."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm responsible!" I rolled my eyes.
"Sure..." Illuso said while heading back into the crowd.
I stumbled past my friends and headed back into the crowd. I wasn't searching for anything in particular, maybe some more beer. I was starting to get in way over my head. I lost track of how much I had to drink, thank God I wasn't driving. Things were beginning to spin and I started to feel lightheaded. I wasn't paying attention but I walked into someone.
"Hey!" A voice shouted.
I focused on the girl in front of me, (Y/N). Of course I'd bump into her of all people.
"Formaggio are you okay?" She asked.
She seemed worried from what I could piece together. I don't think she's ever seen me this wasted. She tried to stabilize me as I leaned back and forth on my heels.
"B-Babe, I'm...I'm fine!"
"Formaggio!" She blushed, "I think you should sit down!"
She led me to a stone slab and sat me down like a little kid.
"Take a breather, you can barely stand..."
She was always taking care of us, especially me. She almost acted like the mom I never had, believe it or not. It was her motherly instincts that I kind of admired about her. Even though I told her I didn't need her to pick up after me or take care of me she still did it anyways. That one time we got into a fight with those guys and I messed up my arm real bad, she stopped the bleeding and cleaned me up without even second-guessing herself.
"H-Hey kid I—" I slurred.
"I'm gonna see if I can find you some water or something, don't move alright?"
She headed back towards the crowd, she couldn't hear the rest of what I wanted to say, but I don't think I would've wanted "drunk me" to tell her what was really on my mind...
Illuso's P.O.V.
I noticed (Y/N) was rushing through the crowd, she looked determined like she had something she needed to do. I pushed my way towards her to see if she was alright. She proceeded to tell me that Formaggio was beyond wasted and she wanted to try and get him some water. I felt annoyed by Formaggio not taking it easy like I advised, but I couldn't help but smile at (Y/N)'s eagerness to help.
Being in the gang didn't seem to change her much. Most people it kinda turns you into a heartless person, the feelings of others no longer seem to matter. We've all seen our fair share of atrocities over the years but (Y/N) didn't let that shape her opinion. She was on the wrong team as Gelato and I used to say in secret. We murdered people, and she wasn't a murder. We tried not to ask her to do much on missions that involved the death of someone, and we only used her defensively if we were outnumbered... Since she already took care of us so often, I wanted her to try and enjoy her time here instead of worry about someone else for a change.
"Don't worry too much about Formaggio, I'll take care of him alright?"
"You sure?" She asked innocently.
"Positive, now go have fun!"
She smiled at me and went to find someone else to hang out with. I watched until I lost her in the crowd and went to find Formaggio. I knew how Formaggio felt about her, I've known him long enough to know that he'd accidentally tell her something he'd rather tell her sober. For the sake of my friend's feelings, I'll continue to keep his secret, and for the sake of my friend's feelings, I refuse to tell him about mine...
Melone's P.O.V.
"Melone you're a pig!"
The stinging sensation I knew all too well fell upon my face. I always found a way to do something that resulted in a girl hitting me somewhere, it was mostly the face which I honestly preferred over anywhere else. The girl I was hitting on rose from her seat and disappeared into the crowd to find someone else to speak to. I shrugged off the exchange, it's not like rejection was new to me. It never bothered me to be honest.
Next to Formaggio, I was usually the life of the party, I had been milking my second beer for quite some time. I wasn't really interested in getting drunk tonight. I was too busy watching (Y/N), I knew she didn't need me to watch her, and I really tried to keep my eyes on other girls, but I couldn't help it. After every interaction I wondered if she was alright. I was more than prepared to stand up against any asshole who tried to hurt her.
She can take care of herself... I kept telling myself.
Maybe I should go and talk to her, I'm sure she wouldn't mind the company...
I hesitated.
She might think I'm too drunk, or trying to hit on her again... I didn't want her to think I was trying to tease her. I glanced over at her frame from where I stood, it wouldn't hurt to just see how she's doing right?
Pesci's P.O.V.
I managed to meet up with (Y/N). I was still on my first beer, taking a few sips at a time. Personally alcohol wasn't my favorite, but I drank it to fit in with my bro and our friends. She was talking to some kids in our class about various things. They were all pretty drunk, I was surprised seeing (Y/N) normally didn't drink, I guess she was beginning to feel more comfortable.
She looked so giddy and excited to be here. She was a bit of a nervous wreck on the way, but I was glad to see she was starting to open up. She was laughing hysterically at something one guy said, she leaned closer to me and was using my arm as support to keep herself steady.
"You going to be okay?" I asked.
"Y-Yeah," She smiled.
She turned her attention to the kids in our class and then she brought her face unusually close to mine. I couldn't help but blush at her weird behavior, she was so close I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"This is my best friend Pesci," She smiled, "I don't know what I'd do without him!"
She looked like she was going to kiss me, but instead she fell forward into my arms. Melone approached the both of us and had a worried look on his face.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"S-She's drunk," I spoke.
Melone helped hoist some of her weight off of me, he picked her up bridal style and tried to maneuver his way through the crowd. I followed closely behind.
As we tried to find some space for (Y/N), I couldn't help but replay her words in my mind.
"This is my best friend Pesci..."
Was I really just a friend to her?
Prosciutto's P.O.V.
"Prosciutto lets get out of here! ~"
I didn't even know this girl, she didn't go to the same school as we did or anything. I couldn't remember her name for the life of me, but somehow we started making out in a space not that far from the party. We were getting pretty hot and heavy, until she suggested we took this elsewhere. I was partially drunk, but I could still grasp the situation at hand. As much as I felt like "getting my dick wet" for the next ten minutes or so, I knew it would be best if I left with the guys and not her.
"I don't think so babe... I came here with people and I intend on leaving with them."
She clearly was disappointed but I didn't really care. I was buttoning my shirt up as she tugged on the hems.
"I can't convince you?" She begged.
"Doubt it..."
I didn't love her or anything, so I had no reason to stay. This girl was clearly starting to think long-term about all of this, and I wasn't interested. I could get it from anyone I wanted, well maybe not everyone...
I made my way back towards the party, I searched for any of the guys until I spotted Melone's back. I casually walked towards him until he moved to the side revealing (Y/N)'s slumped over body.
Was she hurt?!
I panicked internally, this whole time I had been with someone else, something happened to (Y/N)! I was furious with myself, I obviously was into her, but I kept trying to avoid my feelings at all cost. Risotto said we shouldn't be involved with one of our own by all means to keep ourselves from getting distracted. Sorbeto and Gelato were an exception seeing they were dating when they joined. But right now I didn't care about what Risotto said, I just wanted to be there for her at all costs. My walk turned into a sprint for them. I noticed Pesci trying to keep her in a comfortable position so she wasn't slumped over the way she was.
"What's going on?!" I nearly shouted.
"She's drunk bro..." Pesci sighed.
I also breathed a sigh of relief.
She just drank a little too much... "Wait who let her drink?!"
"Calm down!" Melone spoke.
"She started drinking with some of our friends, I guess she felt comfortable—"
"One of us should've been with her then," I interrupted, "She's never even had a drop in her life, something could've happened!"
Pesci frowned, it wasn't his fault, and I knew I shouldn't make it out to be like it was.
"Sorry, Pesci... I'm just worried about (Y/N)..."
"We are too," Melone spoke, "But she's just tired and we just need to be here for her until she wakes up..."
Eventually the rest of the guys made there way over to us. Risotto decided it was best if we all left, it seemed like everyone had their fill for the night...
Risotto's P.O.V.
Seeing (Y/N) passed out up against Pesci signaled to me that it was time for everyone to head home. It was getting late and some of the guys were extremely drunk. I took it upon myself to pick (Y/N) up and sit her in the passenger seat of the car. It was clear to see that all the guys were worried about her...
I drove the guys home first before pulling up in front of (Y/N)'s house. Ghiaccio wanted to help me bring (Y/N) home but he was far too drunk to do much of anything, so in frustration he got out of the car and walked to the orphanage on his own. When he was out of sight I glanced over at her. The side of her head was up against the glass window.
"Hey (Y/N)?" I called out.
No response. I quickly placed two fingers on her neck and felt she still had a pulse, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was about to exit my car until I heard a soft moan come from the passenger side. I glanced over at her once again.
"I'm sorry Risotto... It won't happen again..." she spoke in a drowsy tone.
She was talking in her sleep.
I smirked, she was always worried about doing her part in all of this. At times I felt like I was quite harsh on her. Every mistake she made I always brought it to her attention, I just didn't want her to get hurt... She was very intelligent and I knew she could surpass most of the guys in a lot of things, but I always worried about her. This whole gang is my family, it's the only family I really have and can trust. I honestly don't know what I'd do if I lost them. I would do anything to protect them, especially (Y/N).
She wouldn't know it, but she's the only girl that I've grew quite fond over. She never annoyed me, and she was always so positive about everything. I was always worried that she feared me and thought I didn't have a selfless bone in my body, but she never treated me any differently than she did with everyone else. I wondered how she truly felt about me from time to time, I didn't really want to ask because I was afraid of the answer...
I didn't want to stay parked outside of her house for too long seeing that the neighbors might think something's up, so I got out of my side and opened the passenger side door. I unbuckled her from her seatbelt and carried her bridal-style to her front door.
Maybe it was because I was a lot taller than most kids in our school, but she felt so small in my arms, it was honestly kind of cute. I knew her dad would be home by now, it would be extremely awkward for me to be holding his daughter like this and trying to explain what happened... I didn't want to have to do with her dad yet, so I placed her gently on the seat on her porch and rang the doorbell. I hurried back to my car and drove off out of sight. I looked in my rear view mirror to see him open the door to her sitting there, clearly he was in a panic but at least she was safe inside her home.
On the drive home, I listened to some music, but I couldn't shake the thought of her from my mind. Maybe I should just tell her how I feel, it'd probably help me move on with my life if I know for sure. I think some of the guys might be thinking the same thoughts as me, and for once in my life I think I might have to be selfish... I should do it soon before anyone else, I don't want to waste anymore time...