He Wants Revenge

Chapter 50- Flee Markets And Poison

Amanda's POV

I wake up and someone's arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me against them.

I quickly get out the bed and go to the bathroom, brushing my teeth. Austin follows in behind me due to the fact that I forgot to close the door. I'm just glad I don't have to use the toilet right now, I'm so tired that I didn't even realize I didn't lock the door. Once I'm done I check Austin out in the mirror. I mean, he is a hot guy that is in the same room as me and he doesn't have a shirt on so why not?

I did forgive Austin but not because I feel bad him. I mean yeah, I know it's horrible what happened but I don't like feeling pity for other people because I don't want them to pity me. I should stop giving chances to people that don't deserve it but whatever. I'd rather get hurt then wonder what it would have been like as I stroke my one hundred dogs that I have illegally kept in my house.

Austin wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his head in my neck, "So, I thought instead of going back home we could go to the Maldives and Dubai because school closes tomorrow for everyone anyway and we get two weeks off, so why not, right?" he looks up at me and smiles and I think I stop breathing.

"I called Jen, Hunter and James and they're already on their way. They're landing here at nine and we are going to leave straight to Maldives straight after that." he adds and I spin around in Austin's arms, my eyes wide.

I try to say something but I can't. My mouth is stuck closed and I want to scream in joy. I can actually feel all the excitement bubbling inside me, wanting to explode.

"Really?" I manage to whisper, making Austin smile.

"Yes, so you better get ready fast because we have until nine in the evening to explore Italy." he quickly kisses me on the lips then walks out the bathroom, leaving me to get ready.

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"Nothing ever gets me high like this. I found my poison and it's you." I walk backwards with Austin right beside me as we walk through a small square area that has restaurants and shops around the sides and a flee market that is still open and alive with people in the centre, "Nothing kills me like you do." I shout along with the music that is playing, making Austin chuckle.

It's already night, around seven pm. There golden lights lit up everywhere around Italy, making the buildings look insanely beautiful. Italy is what Heaven should be like.

No joke; there are hot guys, amazing tasting ice creams, beautiful buildings and pizza everywhere. What more would a teenage girl want?

"So what are we doing?" I ask Austin as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, making sure none of the other hot Italian guys look at me.

"We're going to have supper at this awesome restaurant I used to go to all the time when I was younger. It is actually right there," he points forward at one of the restaurants that are placed beside many others around the square.

Today we spent the whole day exploring, I had so much ice cream I am going to have to check for diabetes when I get home. We just walked through the little pathways in between the buildings and we went on a little boat called a gondola that was pushed by a man who was singing the whole time. It was really cute and fun yet beautiful and romantic at the same time.

Once we reach the restaurant, a waiter immediately takes us to a table for two that has the view of the market.

I sit and look out at the view, watching all the different people. There is a chubby lady with a blond bob that is screaming at her four kids to behave as they jump around in the puddles, splashing other people and giggling. There is a older man that is starting to go bald, who is looking at a brown shoe in one of the stalls. He looks at the price of it and then slowly puts the shoe down and walks to a different stall. A few teenagers are laughing as one of the boys show them a magnet of a zoomed-in statue of David's wiener that says, "Welcome to Italy" at the bottom. I shake my head and smile turning back to Austin when I feel him looking at me, "What?" I ask.