Life For Fantasy

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Chapter 10 (v.1) - Let the Rumors Fly

Submitted: August 24, 2009

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Submitted: August 24, 2009



My hazel green eyes scanned the crowd, clouded with a strange want to find Alessandro. Where could he be? Light brown with highlighted curls tickled my face, wind lightly blowing and pushing the loose strands over my eyelashes and making me rub my mascara and eyeliner covered eyes as the hair irritated them. “No, Giovanni,” I heard accompanied with an irritated sigh coming from my left. Looking over with a hand on my hip and my brown carrier bag over my shoulder, I lifted my hand to my eyes, shading them from the bright sunlight that blinded me. He stood there, leaning against a shiny red car. I stared at it, breath taken for a moment as I just glanced at the vehicle. It was a 1964 Chevy Impala. How did I know that? My brother had a Hot Wheels copy of it that I stole because it was just too pretty to let him play with. This version of the Impala was a convertible, with a white top and a shiny red body. As the top was down, I could see the interior, and it was a desirable deep red that took my breath away. In the drivers seat, the short haired older Italian brother sat, leaning back over the seat with his dark tan arms wrapped behind his neck, black sunglasses glistening as his white teeth shone brightly, even against the bright sunlight. “Se distruggi la mia macchina, ti uccido,” Alessandro said to him, leaning over the edge with a menacing glance.

Non ti preoccupare, il mio piccolo fratello, non guido questo pezzo di merda se qualcuno mi paga.” Said Giovanni with a laugh, and Alessandro hit him upside the head.

“Don’t talk about Adrian like that!” He yelled angrily, “You should be thankful I let you even touch him while Cesare’s in the shop. I swear, you fuck up my car I’m going to kill you!” He yelled, and Giovanni lunged at him, hitting him back. I laughed lightly, covering my mouth and lifting my shaped brows. Boys. I shook my head and continued to watch, leaning against the stone half walls, waiting for him to look my way.

“Don’t fucking hit me!” Giovanni replied angrily. “If you hit me again I’ll wreck this little piece of shit!” He yelled, and I watched, eyes wide as I shook my head.

“Yeah, you do that mama will beat you so hard you won’t be able to move!” Alessandro snapped.

“I don’t give a shit, don’t you fucking hit me again!” His brother yelled before revving up the engine. “I’ll see you later, Ale,” He said before randomly speeding off.

“Cazzo! Don’t do that, you’re going to wear out the fucking tires!” The younger brother cried, and I laughed again, rolling my eyes and opening my bag, going through it to look like I was searching for something. I watched him, however, from the corner of my eyes as he leaned against one of the other stone walls, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. With a breath I approached him, smirking lightly.

“’Eh! Alessandro,” I cried “Why does everyone keep telling me to stay away from you?” My question was blunt and I tilted my head as I asked it. His dark brown eyes looked up into mine, and he took a long drag before letting it out along with clouds of light gray smoke.

“I told you before. People think I’m trouble.” I placed a hand on my hip, leaning on it gently as I lifted a dark eyebrow at him.

“Well what does that mean?” I asked. He shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’m Italian, so I guess everyone thinks I’m caught up in the Mafia or something.” He said, rolling his eyes sarcastically with a tinge of resentment trickling in it.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked, leaning against the wall. He shook his head, taking another drag.

“People are so fucking racist. But what do you expect?” he shrugged, and I nodded.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better I didn’t jump to the mafia as soon as I saw you and your brother,” I laughed.

“What did you think?” He asked, tilting his head so curly black hair fell around his face, his dark brown eyes inquiring.

“I figured you were normal, whatever the hell that is,” I stated, folding my eyes and looking at the floor with a furrowed brow. “Never figured you as ‘dangerous’ though.” I shrugged, looking back up at him. His smile turned wicked.

“I’m more dangerous than you believe, Bella Bambina,” He smirked, Italian playing off his lips as I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever,” I said, then changed the subject. Talking about danger and mixing me in there was a horrible, horrible idea. “So what were you and your brother yelling about?” I asked, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

“The fucker blew out his engine and had to send it to the repair shop. He’s obsessed with anything fast. It really pisses me off because he’ll start racing Adrian and I’ll have to beat the crap out of him.” He said, and I stifled a laugh. Giovanni’s arms were about the size of my head, and although Alessandro was built, I doubted he could take him on.

“Adrian?” I asked, and he nodded.

“My car.” My jaw dropped.

Your car?” I asked in disbelief. “It’s beautiful, an Impala ‘64, right?” I asked, and he tilted his head to me.

“Very good,” he remarked, and I felt the color going to my face as I shrugged.

“I like cars, that one’s one of my favorites.” I smiled, looking off into the direction that his brother had driven Adrian to.

“I’ll have to take you for a ride one day then,” He smiled, and my face lit up.

“Really?” I asked, excitement traceable in my voice.

“Sure, why not?” he shrugged, and without thinking I jumped on him in a hug.

“Thank you!” I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he seemed to freeze before wrapping his long, muscular arms around my waist.

“Bambina,” he whispered, “the bell is about to ring, and I highly doubt you want to be seen hugging me.” I pulled away, although red I just furrowed my brow at him.

“They can kiss my ass for all I care.” I stated, and he shook his head just as the bell rang.

“You’re something different, where’s your first?” He asked, looking towards the school as I pulled my bag onto my shoulder.

“English, 126,” I said, and smirked flirtatiously. “What, Roman man going to walk me to my class?” I asked, lifting a brow at him jokingly.

“Sure,” he smiled, and I laughed.

“Alrighty then,” And with that we walked down the halls, this tall Italian boy in tan trousers and a white tee-shirt walking this short, tan, white girl in a white sun dress with red cherries on it, red lip stick, and bright red heels. It was a sight to see. We approached my class, eyes on us, and I smirked. “Thanks for walking with me Alessandro,” I said.

“No problem, Bambina,” He smiled back, “And call me Ale, if we’re friends now,” his laughter filled the air and my smirk broadened.

“Alright then, Ale,” I said, opening my arms and going on my toes, lifting myself up and wrapping my arms around his neck. He seemed to tense up again.

“People are staring,” He whispered into my ear, and mischief crawled into my voice.

“Then let’s give them a show,” I smirked, then turned my head to kiss his cheek. Fate had different plans however, and he turned to look at me with a confused gaze, just to meet my lips with his. As soon as they did, my eyes went wide and my face turned just as red as my lipstick when I pulled away, covering my mouth, appalled at what just happened. Well, I wasn’t exactly appalled, just in shock. People stood and stared at us, both of our eyes wide as all get when Adriana ran up to me, looking at him with terror.

“Come on, Devin,” She hissed, trying to pull me into the classroom, “Come on.” I stood there though, hands over lips when I finally snapped back into reality.

“Um, uh, I’ll um, see you um,” I stuttered, trying to find the words. “Later,” I said quickly and darted into the classroom. My heart was going a million miles an hour as I thought at my desk. “See what happens when you try and be a smart ass? Alice what the hell were you thinking? Jesus Christ… this is the forties, this is bad with a capital B! What about Michel? You can’t just forget about him! Wait, why am I thinking about Michel, I didn’t even mean to kiss him, it was an accident. There was no feelings behind it. It just happened. That’s it. It just happened. It won’t happen again. No no no no no,” I repeated over and over again in my mind.

“Devin, what was that?” Adriana drilled, and I looked over at her, voice high pitched but still in a frantic whisper.

“I don’t know, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to kiss him. It just happened. Accident, I swear.” I tried to convince her, but it sounded more like I was trying to convince myself. I buried my tomato red face into my hands, shaking my head. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

“He’s got a bad reputation,” She whispered to me, and I looked up for a moment. Slowly closing my eyes and sighing. Bad reputation. That explained everything. Why me? “Devin?” She asked me, and I shook my head again. “Are you hearing anything I’m saying?” She asked, and I looked up at her, annoyance in my eyes.

“That’s it.” I shrugged, sitting back and crossing my arms and folding my legs over each other. “That’s exactly it,” a spiting smile crossed over my lips , and I rolled my eyes, laughing lightly.

“This isn’t funny!” Adriana snapped, and looked at her from the corner of my eyes as I leaned my head back.

“Yeah,” I laughed stupidly. “It is. It really, really is.” My smile was goofy, but it didn’t fall as I sighed. “God, I’m screwed,” I sighed, and she furrowed her brow.

“I don’t get it,” She said, and I shrugged.

“Neither do I.”

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