Mia didn't have the best childhood. Or the best mom. But when her mom moves her out to Miami for a "fresh start", she meets Mattia, the future capo of the Italian Mafia. Mattia doesn't want to let her in, and Mia is afraid to be tied down to the pla...
My heart dropped to the floor. I felt shattered. It felt like someone was ripping away something from me that made me whole. I felt betrayed.
"Mia!?!" Curly looked shocked, horrified, and guilty as fuck.
I couldn't stand there a second longer. I ran to the door passing them on the way out. I felt them both try to stop me, but I was angry. I was hurt. I was crying. Crying wasn't my forte. In fact, I hated crying. Wasting tears on things that didn't deserve them. Crying made me feel vulnerable in a way that handed people the power to break me to pieces.
I ran to my room and closed the door trying not to make too much noise. The last thing I needed was for my mom to come out and get involved as well.
Curly and I had been best friends since we were in kindergarten. As the only person who would stand up for me, he was always my guardian angel. We went through so much at such a young age, but we were always there for each other. We told each other everything. I don't think I ever hid anything from him. In fact, he was the first person I told about EVERYTHING. I trusted Curly with my life! Hell, when I found out everything about my dad and his past and Mattia's future, and my present, he was the first person I ran to. He was my big brother and separating from him was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Him being here for me and with me again was the best thing that has happened to me since I moved to Miami! If Curly EVER needed me... all I would ask of him was a fucking address and time, I love him! I would do anything for him! He is my best friend.
Yet... he felt the need to hide something this big from me...
Did he think I wouldn't understand?
Did he think I would judge him?
Was he afraid?
Was he ashamed?
Was he doubtful of the strength of our friendship?
Did he not trust me to be there for him?
Was I not enough?
Was I being a terrible friend?
That night I didn't sleep at all. Not a wink. And Curly didn't try to talk to me. He gave me space.
-Tuesday-
When I woke up the next day he had left for school without me. I quickly got dressed, not feeling the energy to try that hard today. Who gives a fuck if I look BUMMY as HELL!
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I took my mom's car and didn't see him at all in the morning. I talked with Mattia during 2nd period about everything.
"So, you left and didn't say anything to him?" He asked.
"Well, Bella, have you stopped to think that maybe he's mistaken on the reason of which you were angry? For all you know, Andres feels like he just lost a sister because of who he chose to love. You don't know what he was going through, and if you want to make things right, you have to talk to him. Let him know why you feel the way you feel and how you, as his family, will always be there for him. No matter what."
I looked at him, realizing he was right. I took his hand and smiled. "Now when did you go all touchy, feely, and wisey on me?"
He sighed, "Oh thank god, you know Sammie told me girls hate being corrected. I really thought you were about to break up with me!" He let out a nervous chuckle.
"Never." I whispered back. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him, but I refrained because we were currently in a public setting.
During lunch that day I was determined to talk with Curly and put this behind us. I loved him no matter what! I was just hurt.
Then I found him at his locker. I walked up to him and mustered up all the courage I had in me.
"Curly! Hey. Umm, can we talk?"
"Mia." He looked surprise to see me. Then he hesitated for a second, but nodded. "Umm, yea, sure." We walked over to a quieter area to talk.
He seemed nervous, which I hated. I hated to see him uncomfortable while around me, and it was worse that he felt this way BECAUSE of me.
"So, Mia, what did you want to talk about?" I noticed that this was the 3rd time in less than 24 hours that he had called me by my name, and I wasn't going to lie... it hurt.
"Look, Curly, what happened yesterday... I just want you to know that I didn't storm out of your room because I was angry at what I saw, I was just hurt, and angry at myself. I should have been a better friend to you. Just the fact that you didn't feel okay with telling me something this big I-" I stopped. I knew if I continued he would hear the tears in my voice threatening to spill from my eyes.
"No! I did want to tell you! I just- I didn't know how! I-" He did the same.
"That's the point. Talking to me should feel effort less because we are best friends! And I am SO sorry that I failed you!" I officially didn't care about the tears running down my cheeks.
"Beauty, you could never fail me! I just-" He sighed and continued. "I was fine with telling my brothers and some people at school, but you were the only person I was scared of telling because I was scared of your reaction. I didn't want you to start acting different around me or changing your thoughts about me. Out of everyone's opinion... your's was the only one that mattered to me! You're my little sister, my best friend, and my Beauty! I couldn't bare to lose you!"
"Curly, you could never lose me! We're family! We will always be family and I will always be with you. Night and Day! Please, please, promise me that you will never keep anything from me again. Hell, commit murder and I will help you cover up that damn body. Your my BROTHER! And I will never stop loving you! Ever."
He took my pinky in his and squished me into a warm and tight hug. When we parted he wiped the tears from my face and kissed my forehead. "Wanna go get some food?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
He laughed and we went and got food. On the way he told me that he had never felt like being with a guy the way he felt with Adrian. He told me that he thinks he's bisexual, because girls have never really been turn offs. In fact, I knew just how much of a fucken player he was back in Texas.
We caught up, all the while stuffing our faces in chinese food. Then, we headed back to school.
During 6th period I noticed that neither Vanessa, nor Mattia were in class. I immediately texted them both. Before I turned off my phone I noticed a missed message from about 20 minutes ago. I looked at it and it was Guero.
"Hey, Stranger, it's Guero."
"How'd you get my ###???"
"I have my ways."
"Creepy."
"We should meet up later, it's been a while."
"It's been a few days."
"Too long."
"I'll be at the Mansion later. See you then?"
"Can't wait."
After the day was over, Alejandro came over to my locker and we made our way to his car together. For some reason, Mattia and Carlo had to leave school early today.
When we got to the Mansion, I changed and began training.
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Bullet left the gym early today, but I hung around to get in some extra time. I texted Mattia and he finally responded. Apparently, Vanessa and her dad had some last minute concerns that Enzo was helping resolve. Mattia, be ing future Capo, was also to observe and learn. I hoped it was nothing major.
"Long time no see!"
I turned around to see Guero standing behind me.
"Oh, hey!" He looked like he had just finished training. "How long have you been here?"
"Probably a few hours now. I was actually on my way out until I spotted you. Wanted to come say hi." He looked me up and down, taking in my body, all while licking his lips. The predatory look told me everything I needed to know. "So, you free to grab a couple drinks."
"Sure!" Finally I would get some time to talk to him and tell him that I'm not interested. Maybe then he'll stop undressing me with his eyes all the time.
After we showered and changed in the gym showers we met up and headed to the bar in the lounge.
I guess it's true what they say... sometimes talking to total strangers about your problems is easier than talking with those who really know you. We talked and laughed, and eventually it got late. I still had to go back home, but at this point I really just wanted to stay here for a while.
"So why is a beautiful woman like you always on her own?"
"I am not always on my own. I was just with Zhavia the other day in the gym, you were there."
"Yes, but I meant in the company of another male."
So this was his way of asking me if I was in a relationship.
"Male attention is something I don't need to feel validated."
"I am sure you don't, so does that mean you're single?" The hope in his eyes was very much visible. I know I couldn't tell him I was with Mattia, but I could tell him I was with someone.
"No." The disappointment was written all over his face. He dropped his head and plastered a fake smile on his face.
"Well, I hope whoever he is, he realizes what he has and how lucky he is to have it."
He placed his hand gently over mine as it rest over the bar counter.
"Santana, what the fuck do you think you're doing with her?!?"
