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A T H E N A

"Woke up alone in this hotel room, played with myself, where were you? Fell back to sleep I got drunk by noon, I've never felt less cool"

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After yesterday night, I went to my dorm and fell asleep instantly. Now I'm being awoken by pounding on my door.

I groan, and stand up, ready to kill anyone that dares to disturb my peaceful Sunday morning.

Aggressively, I stand up and rush to my door. "What?" I ask irritated once I swing the door open.

A pair of muscular arms wrap around my waist, and I'm being pushed against a wall.

A warm wall...

It isn't a wall, it's Vincenzo's chest.

"Here you are," he breathes out, and strokes my head. I frown. "Yes, here I am," I mutter, and yawn. 

"Why did you disturb my sleep?" I ask irritated in lean back.

"I don't know! Maybe because I woke up alone, having no idea where you were!" he says angrily. He pushes us in my tiny dorm, and closes the door behind me. 

"How do you even know where my dorm is?" I ask him. I gasp.

"Did you trace my phone again?"

He chuckles. "No, I went to the reception of the university and asked where your dorm was," he says. I raise my eyebrows. "And they gave it to you? Without questioning it?"

"Have you seen my looks?" he asks, and places his hands on my waist. I roll my eyes at his cockiness.

"What time is it even?" I ask him. He checks his watch – the watch I gave him. A sleepy smile comes up my face.

"7 AM."

I want to slap him.

"I was so fucking worried," he breathes out, explaining himself, and presses his lips against my cheek. I'm surprised by the gesture. "Why did you leave?" he asks, and strokes my cheek.

I rub my eyes, still tired and yawn. He chuckles. "You're obviously still tired," he says, and pushes me back on my bed. The thing he does next surprises me. He takes off his shoes and jacket, and gets in the tiny bed with me.

"Get some sleep," he whispers in my ear, and puts my head on his chest. Without asking any questions I close my eyes, and fall back into my deep slumber.

° ° °

I wake up, the cause being of the warmth that surrounds me. I force my eyes open, and see that Vincenzo is all snuggled up against me. 

His arms are wrapped around me, and our legs are tangled up. My head is placed in the crook of his neck. His chest goes up and down, calmly.

"Are you finally awaking?" his deep voice asks. I glance up, and see his eyes staring down at me. I nod, and hum.

"How did you sleep?" he asks. I actually slept really good, for the first time since I'm back.

"Good," I answer. "Did you sleep?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Nope," he answers, and checks his wrist. "It's 10 AM, it was about time you woke up," he chuckles. I smile, but then frown.

"You laid here, for three hours? Doing nothing?" I ask. He nods, and presses a kiss against my head. 

"I didn't mind. Not at all," he whispers. I nuzzle my nose further in the crook of his neck, and inhale deeply. A warmth fills my chest.

The ping of my phone goes off, letting us know I have received a message. I groan, and roll over to grab it. By doing so I almost fall out of my tiny bed, but I still manage to grab my phone and read the text – which turns out to be a reminder from my agenda.

"Fuck!" I curse, and fall back on my bed. "What's wrong, dolcezza?" Vincenzo asks.

"I completely forgot I have an appointment with the dentist today, at 1 PM," I say, and yawn. "You still have time to get ready," he says, and pulls me back against his chest.

"But I don't like going to the dentist," I whine, and close my eyes. "Why do you need to go?" he asks, and brushes strands of hair away from my face.

I sigh.

"I need to get my wisdom teeth removed."

° ° °

"You didn't need to come in with me," I say for the hundredth time. Why Vincenzo offered to come with me to the dentist, is still a mystery to me. Why would he like to come with me? I won't be fun to be around.

"Like I said: I wanted to come with you," he says. We're seated in the waiting room, with other people sitting next to us, waiting for their turn to be tortured.

The dentist comes out, an elderly woman with blonde hair, which is slightly greying at the front.

"Athena Robertson?" she asks and looks around in the room. I stand up from my chair, and take my bag. "That's me," I say. Vincenzo follows my movements and walks with me to the dentist. 

"For your wisdom teeth, I see. Come with me," she says, and she notices me and Vincenzo both following her.

"Uhm, there's no one allowed to come with us, sorry," she says, meaning Vincenzo can't come with me.

He nods. "Alright, I'll be right here when you come back," he says, and pecks my lips. I smile up at him. "Alright," I whisper, and our ways part.

"It's always nice to see a couple supporting each other with these kind of things," the woman laughs as we walk to the room where the teeth will be removed.

I press my lips together, and nod awkwardly. "Yeah..."

We enter the room, and I inwardly start crying when I see that terrifying chair, and all those sharp objects that will go into my mouth.

"You can take place, I will get the anesthesia while you make yourself comfortable," she smiles, and exits the room. I take a seat on the chair, and lean backwards. My hair falls like a curtain behind me, and I put my hands on my stomach, not knowing what to do with them.

Not much later, the woman enters again, with her – probably – assistant trailing behind her.

"Now, we'll just going to give you the anesthesia, so you won't feel a thing," the assistant smiles at me. I nod. "Okay," I say.

But I didn't realize they were going to involve a needle in it. "W-wait," I say, and my eyes widen. 

"Don't be scared, darling. It will be quick," the assistant says, and grabs my hand. I squeeze hard, and look into her eyes.

"I'll count to three, and then she'll give you the anesthesia," she smiles. I breathe out, and nod. "Alright," I whisper. The woman counts to three, and then I feel the objects piercing my skin. I tense up, and feel the liquid seep into my system, mingling with my blood.

"You have really pretty eyes, I like your color," the woman smiles. My eyes slowly start falling closed, and I can't find the strength to even mutter a 'thank you'.

° ° °

My jaw hurts.

That's the first thing I realize when I start waking up again. "W-what's going on?" I ask, but my voice sounds muffled.

"There, there, mia cara, you went through the surgery," a deep voice says. A pair of strong arms help me get up; my legs feel like jelly.

"Vincenzo?" I ask, my voice going higher. A deep chuckle resounds through the room. "Yes, Vincenzo," he answers, and helps me out of the room. 

"We expect you back in two weeks, to check up and see how it's going," the woman says. I glance at her, and nod. 

"Alright," I mutter. I look up at Vincenzo, and start giggling when I see his jaw. I stand on my tiptoes, and rub my nose against the gruff texture. I giggle louder. "It's so funny," I laugh.

"Goodbye!" I say to the woman, and lean on Vincenzo as we exit the building. "Are you alright?" he asks. 

"Y-yeah, those ladies were really nice to me," I say. I move my mouth around, and feel the gauze. I cringe. 

"Ew! I don't want to have the disgusting gauze soaking up my blood," I whine. "They have to, bella. Otherwise you'll keep bleeding," he says, and helps me into the car. He follows after me, and orders his driver to take us to my dorm.

"Those ladies were really nice to me," I repeat, and place my head on his shoulder.

He focuses back on me. "Were they?" he asks. I nod. "Yeah, they said I have pretty eyes," I blush. He chuckles. 

"They were right," he says, and brushes his thumb over my cheekbone. I giggle, but cringe as I can't feel anything. "I feel like my face is floating," I pout. He wraps his arms around me. 

"Your face is the same, baby, beautiful as always."

"B-but, I feel horrible," I whisper, "I can't feel anything."

I look up into his eyes. He grips my chin, and pecks my lips. "Did you feel that?" he asks. I shake my head. "No," I whine, and feel tears welling up. "I can't feel your kisses," I say, and peck his lips again.

"Oh, baby, you don't need to cry for that," he laughs, and hugs me.

I swallow my tears back, and lay my head on top of his chest. 

"The gauze is irritating me," I say, and cringe when it moves around in my mouth. "Just give them a little bit more time, and you can remove them," he says, and presses his lips against my forehead.

In a short period of time, we arrive on campus and Vincenzo helps me out. 

"The sun is too bright," I complain as we walk to my dorm. I lean against Vincenzo, and he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"The sun is always bright," he laughs. I grumble, and get out my keys to my dorm room. I notice some people looking at us, mostly at Vincenzo.

I have the urge to scream at the women staring at him. But all I do is scowl.

We enter the building where I sleep in.

"Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?" I sing randomly, "Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full!"

Vincenzo laughs, and I enjoy the sound. "Such a wonderful song," he says sarcastically. We enter the hall where my dorm is, and I'm surprised to see Chris sitting in front of my door.

He jumps up when he sees me stumbling through the hall as Vincenzo is holding me. "Athena! There you are," Chris says, and breathes out in relief.

"Chris," I smile, and I don't care I look like a creep with that gauze in my mouth. "I was at the dentist," I say. Chris seems to realize something. "Shit! That's right, I forgot to join you," he says, and takes me in his arms. "I'm sorry," he apologizes.

"It's no problem," I say, waving it away, "I would've called a cab if Vincenzo didn't come with me."

Chris looks up, and then notices the tall man standing behind us.

"Mr. Amoretto," he says, nodding at him. "Mr. Young," Vincenzo greets back, awkwardly. "Come on, I need to get to my dorm," I say, and put the key in the lock.

"My jaw hurts so much, and I can't feel a thing. All I wanna do is sleep," I say, my voice muffled. "Everything's so dizzy," I say, and fall on my bed. Chris laughs, and enters.

Behind him comes Vincenzo. "Then that's what you'll do," Vincenzo says. Chris kneels next to me, and brushes the strands of hair away on my forehead.

"I'll be going, I just wanted to check up on you," he smiles, and presses a kiss against the tip of my nose. I giggle, and look into his blue eyes. "Thank you," I say, and feel the tears well back up.

"Why?" Chris frowns. "For being there for me," I say, and my lower lip starts trembling.

"Don't you dare to cry, that'll make me cry to," Chris chuckles. I smile a sad smile. "Really, Chris, you deserve the whole fucking world," I say honestly, and feel a tear slide down to my temple. Chris rolls his eyes. 

"The drugs they gave you is making you too emotional, I really will be going," he laughs. 

"And by the way," he says. "He's fucking hot," he mouths to me, and nods with his head to Vincenzo.

I giggle, "I know."

With a last smile, and a polite nod to Vincenzo, he exits my dorm, and Vincenzo takes the place where Chris was a couple of seconds ago.

"He's matured," Vincenzo notices. I smile, and nod. "Yeah, I love him," I say, and shift to the side on my tiny bed.

"Come lay with me," I say, and Vincenzo does just that. He takes off his shoes, jacket and watch, before he lays next to me and takes me in his arms.

We lay like that for what feels like hours, and in that time, I'm staring up at the ceiling, and enjoying Vincenzo's scent.

"I should have a boyfriend by now," I say randomly. I feel his dark eyes pierce a hole in my head. "Why do you say that?" he asks.

I shrug. "I'm nineteen, and still am single. But nobody seems to like me," I pout, and feel a sad feeling take over my body. His rough fingers grip my chin, and force me to look up. "But you have me," he frowns. I mirror his face.

"But even you can't love me," I whisper, and feel my eyes burn again.

He lets out a pained sigh, and presses his lips against my head.

"Oh, dolcezza," he whispers, "è qui che ti sbagli, che ti amo."

. . .

I may or may not have taken some inspiration from Jess and Gabriel, teehee. 

They're just too cute.