*Above is Mila's EX BOYFRIEND Brady
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A couple days had gone by since I had chosen my heart... and obviously it fucked me over.

DeLuca had completely ignored me... I only received cold and short glares as we ate dinner or small glances before we headed in our separate directions to school.

He had stopped talking to me all together.

I am not a toy... I am not his... and he can't continue to play cat and mouse with me, I won't do it anymore.

When I reached schooled today and hopped out of my car all eyes were on me, I decided today I would wear something to catch his attention... two could play at this game.

I chose to wear a pair of extremely distressed black jeans that hugged my curves tighter than any other jeans I owned, a small deep cut white tank that exposed the skin around my belly button, and a pair of platform sandals the twisted up my ankles. 

"No longer moping around I see?" Liza says smirking as she high fives me, "I love the outfit." I roll my eyes as I remind myself to thank the Lord for my best friend and actually for once appreciate the eyes on me.

We saunter into our first class and before I know it Maverick is leaning against my desk, "So rumor has it you're no longer wasting your time on that loser."

For some reason his words make my heart ache, why do I still care what others say about DeLuca...

Just as I speak Luca walks through the room looking tired and irritable as he has the past days.

Dark circles make his once chocolate eyes look dark and disconnected, his once shiny curly hair now frizzy, and his clothes the same as yesterday.

"I'm not sure there ever was anything between us, but that's none of your damn business either..." I seethe clenching my jaw trying to keep the anger filled tears from attacking my eyes from the long and exhausting rollercoaster that DeLuca has taken me on. 

He slides into his chair briefly looking at Maverick, before resting his head into his arms and I can only assume he is dozing off.

When Mrs. Valdez creeps in a her eyes flying to DeLuca, my eyes flash to the clock we still have two minutes till school even starts, "He will suspended for this, I've had enough of this..." She mumbles heading for DeLuca as I wildly shake him, "Wake up!" I whisper shout into his ear as he groggily sits up looking into my eyes confusedly as Mrs. Valdez yanks him by the collar.

My heart picks up as I stand to my feet and pull her hand off of him, "School hasn't started yet... He didn't do anything wrong..." I state firmly as DeLuca's eyes widen in surprise as do Mrs. Valdez and her jaw clenches.

"This will be your only warning Ms. Wilder... Don't you dare attest my authority ever again" She spat at me as I cowered backward and DeLuca's arm wrapped around my waist pulling me into him, "It's okay, it's okay..." He coos into my ear softly as I sit back down slowly into my cool seat still feeling sick. I can't believe I just stood up for that asshole.

My period is really starting to get the best of me, one minute I'm angry with DeLuca, another I'm standing up for him and missing him, and now I'm mad at myself the most...

My next class breezes by and I'm thankful for it as I find myself at lunch with my friends again. Conversation flows easily and I realize how much I've missed talking with them all, because during my moping stage I would just sit in silence.

Our conversation and laughter is interrupted when one of Maverick's friends Axel speaks up, "Damn your man is burning holes into the back of your head right now..." He says raising his eyebrows as I turn and look over my shoulder at him, his eyes immediately changing from dark steel to smooth chocolate, looking at me with pleading eyes.

I turn my back on him, hating every moment of it, excusing myself from the table and moving swiftly to the bathroom, ducking into a stall laying my head into my hands and deeply breathing.

There's a knock on my stall door after a few moments, "Someone's in here." I rush out.

"Princess, open the door, please." Luca says softly as I fight myself, my heart.

"No." I say quietly and unevenly, my head still lowered in my hands, resting between my knees. 

"Let me explain myself..." He pleads even softer this time as I slide the lock undone and look at him waiting for him to talk.

"Fuck this is so hard..." He states running his hands threw his frizzy mess, "Fuck" He shouts pulling at it, "I've never told anyone this,"

 He starts as he scratches the back of his neck, "This day , three years ago my sister died, she was my best friend, she was a year younger than me and we did everything together... that's why we moved here from Italy, my parents couldn't live there anymore... it's just always a really hard time for me" He almost whispers as tears threaten to flood out of his eyes and I pull him into a tight hug as my own tears stream down my face onto his shoulder.

His shoulders heave up and down as he begins to become hysterical... "Hey I'm right here, it's gonna be okay." I whimper as look into his eyes.

He leans down kissing me softly, ever so lightly, "You wanna get out of here?" He asks against my lips.

"Always bad boy..." I say pulling his hand into mine, squeezing it lightly, for what seemed like the first time years...

I've missed having the sweet taste of his lips on mine, his bouncy curls running through my fingers, his hot breath on my skin, his deep voice cooing in my ear, his big brown eyes gazing into mine.

And I may seem naive and I know I am. 

But thats the thing about love. 

It's foolish to compare but it's like being addict. 

Once you get your first taste, your first consumption, you keep going back...