Twenty-four

                                    

                                          

|Niccolo|
"What is your problem, Serena?" I ask, masking my concern with fury.
"Nothing."
"I'm going to kiss you if you don't tell me".
"Lucky me". She sarcastically spat.
She ripped her wrist away.
"I'm done being the other woman." She said lowly, her voice hurt. 
She pushed past me into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. 
I simply couldn't believe it.
She was jealous.
And hurt.
That can't happen.
But I won.
She loves me.
I stayed outside the door a bit longer. I stared at the wall clock on the hallway. 
Virginia was waiting.
And I was waiting.
The door clicked open, and she stepped out.
Before she could register I was there, I stepped infront of her.
"Stop." She says, her voice cracked.
Her eyes were pink and her face had tears.
"Stop." I say, as she tried to move.
"You're not the other woman." I whipser.
"Yes i am. Now leave me alone." 
"It hurts seeing you like this y'know". I say, wiping her cheeks with my thumb.
"Funny enough you caused it." She said bitterly, turning around and walking away.
Ouch.
But damn she's pretty when she cries.

|Serena|
I wiped my tears as I walked down the hallway.
He had so much nerve.
"It hurts seeing you like this, y'know." His voice rung in my head.
No it didn't.
He loves seeing that he caused this.
I entered the living room, and sat down on the couch next to Camilla.
I pulled out my phone again.
Marco had texted, and I responded.
I felt hot breath on my shoulders.
I jumped a little.
It was him.
"Who's the lucky guy?" He asks, knowing damn well who it was. 
My jaw clenched.
"Marco". I reply quietly.
He knew the answer, and yet he still had that tense face.
Virginia made grabby hands at him.
Marco sent a text at that moment.
And I laughed.
It was an inside joke, that Niccolo actually started as an insult earlier this year, and Marco and I made into a joke.
Niccolo's hand snaked onto mine swiftly and turned the power button.
He then made his way to Virginia.
What the hell just happened?
He just did that.
Infront of Virginia.
And Camilla.
Camilla gave me a smirk, as I looked back down at my lap. 
The movie played, and every second felt worse.
He kept looking at me.
Were my eyes still pink?
I felt a headache coming on.
I took out my hair from the messy bun.
My hair fell to my shoulders, and I felt hot and itchy.
I felt frustrated, and then held my hair tie in my mouth as I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail.
His eyes were glued to me, as I pulled my hair back.
What's so interesting, huh?
I bit my lip, keeping my anger inside. 
I just wanted to explode.
I was done.
So freaking done. 
Just live your life and I'll live mine.
Just stop.
Please.

|Niccolo|
She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and I couldn't stop staring.
She's freaking beautiful.
She really dosen't give herself any credit.
And I'm the only one who can show her that.
Not Marco.

A\N
Tensionnnnnn