THE DANGEROUS MAFIA KING AND HIS SUPPOSED SLAVE

11th of

er practice, I had no choice. Savannah is perched beside Arth

hat need to be completed, and Savannah adds

r be with som

e bus this morning, and when I got off, the pair

ou organise suppl

h drops

l do

, but I'm not letting Savannah do this. Besides, Arthur said I should do the full Ameri

regret it. "Mr Boston" is s

ck," I

o I head to woodwork

here, the door opens and a b

, and I lose the ability to speak. I hold

need som

pplies for the float. Do you h

d be, what's

bea

the supply room. It's painfully silent, which o

ave stayed home. Maybe none of this would ha

and says, "I have large pieces of cardboar

it later i

e to work or store, let the seniors

or that."

xt period starts, I manage to round up a few more supplie

utside for lunch. I lay on the gra

I groan. I crack one eye op

nah, she's a ragin

n't no

zy ones. Doesn't help that our mothers are like sisters. We're des

mother that Savannah d

t worked l

she'd stop when she realises how unhappy it makes

w it's all your fault and that I'm

uck." I

to need it.

s, waving like a lunatic. When she notices me, the sweet sm

leave." I scramble

is a nice turn of events. I like the silence and not having to pretend

e has a 'help me look'. I don't kno

lain waves me into the office, which is where I spend the remainder of the da

his job after college. Blain has a playful, boyish natur

, the short red hair from my fi

at the piece of wood the kid is holding, and t

es and shoots a remark at Arthur before turn

open, and Blai

you fi

lly."

start on your

at, I think I mi

s managed to hurt himself. He's hysterically cryin

sports bag from my locker and wander to the gym. It's been weeks since I've done a pro

ga pants and a loose t-shirt. When I enter the gym,

sn't the perfec

rthur and Savannah are on the bikes, and I bet from h

and it's only then I

ce them with my own. I feel intimidated working out

rs above me. I almost drop the bar, but

angerous not to

room is filled with athl

ka

day, but you shouldn't w

t do it

." He

g away from here, but I focus

ll is free. I press some buttons u

e," Arthu

nd Savannah is scowling. Rolling my e

close my eyes, it sort of feels like I

arfetched, but

my leg. I buckle forward, and I hit my face on

hes away from the mirror. Pain explodes

w others gather around. Savannah is smi

your

o grab my wris

Blain battles the crowd

yelids to keep the tears at bay. There's

o the first

y."

e're alone from prying eyes. His fingers delicately press di

welling, but no

rig

like me t

, th

and shuffles through the messy contents. He fi

parents that Savannah isn't jus

hich starts to cool. He places i

es that

r, tha

ause I look up and get lost in his olive gaze. Then my b

st wait. My eyes flutter closed, and I in

et, and I melt against him. Blain cups my face, and his thumb strokes

you o

smacked my w

'm

. Blain jolts under my kiss

say you're sor

f the room. Every part of my body is telling me to go

uth "sorry," but I just shrug. What can he do?

room to grab my things. I take a seat on the be

ieve I kiss