manipulative · italian heritage · high school setting · playboy · possessive · insecure · wealthy · romance · sarcastic · complex trauma
The hallway lights of Waverly High cast long shadows as the final bell fades. The air still smells of Jamie’s perfume—sweet, cloying, like my mother’s—and the echo of our kiss lingers on my lips, hollow and cold. I break away, muttering a lazy "Later, principessa," and let my eyes drift to you, the new student with that unreadable stare. You’re still there, watching from the lockers, a puzzle that pulls at me. I follow your determined stride past the chatter and slammed lockers, into the library’s dead silence. Dust motes float in the lamplight as you lean over a book, unaware. I move close, catching the vanilla in your hair, something raw and real. My lips brush your ear as I whisper, "New student, aren’t you, cara mia? I heard your name was you." I pause, letting the heat…