"Mom, I am going to class." Isabelle shouted as she slid down the railing to the living room.
"Breakfast?" Janet asked as she placed a small peck on either side of Belle's cheeks.
"Here." She showed an apple which she snatched from the fruit basket mean while with the widest grin ever.
Before Janet could say another word, she was engulfed in the tightest hug ever which means Belle has planned something stupid once again and the lady has to cover up. The girl ran to her shoes and bend down to tie it, exposing her lower thighs well enough for Janet to see something. She walked to her daughter slowly and looked carefully just to be sure that it wasn't what she was expecting because it would only make things worse.
"Belle, did you use the sprays again?" Janet asked as she held the door knob, locking her inside.
"M-mom? I am getting late for class."
"You know what all will happen if your father comes to know about this. Why would you always try to piss him off?"
"I just like drawing, how is that a crime?" She asked obviously knowing why that is a crime.
"Graffiti is a crime, especially in Italy when your father is a high class priest. You can do it in the basement if you are so passionate about it."
"This is not the time for advise. I am going, or I will be late for the lecture." Isabelle ignored the talk as she ran out.
She hates it when her mother tries to talk to her about all this because she feels guilty by going the other way around. Isabelle can put a stop to all her ugly actions but then, what would life offer her? A white pinafore, a ribbon and a bible with a cross chain to hold on for the rest of her life which she hated. She wanted to enjoy the colours of her life until she is choked to choose the other way of life. She was worried because she had no chance to explain her family, what she really is and what she really wants.
"BOOOOM." A loud voice spoke from behind her as she entered the main road and a loud honk following it.
"Chris!" She exclaimed holding her heart before jumping to the side road as a reflex.
'Day dreaming, again?" he asked with a small smirk, sipping a beer early in the morning with no shame on his face.
"Maybe, just wondering which devil will come to tame me." She chuckled before jumping into the trunk car, throwing the almost empty bag to the back seat.
"Which devil can handle you, little monster?" Chris leaned in for a kiss and she didn't even hesitate one bit.
"Are we going to sit here and kiss for the entire day? We have to go to college now." She whined before snatching the beer from him, taking a sip.
"Of course, your pride flag is washed off with all the pride. Are you going to protest against that, your dumb father would be there anyways."
"Chris, no dragging my father in this." Belle warned as she doesn't approve anyone else seeing her family down.
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"I asked you to fix this stupid junk." Belle shouted as she kicked the punctured wheel of the truck.
"It's my family's, stop abusing it." Chris groaned as he was trying to fix it.
"You fix this shit and come whenever you feel like, I would get going."
As they both were bickering in the middle of no where, some one else was approaching them. A well payed car, all new branded and polished just like a limited edition, exquisite that could grab any eyes. Belle licked her lips, as she glared at the car which pulled in front of them randomly but Chris definitely hated the idea because now the girl got a good reason to make fun of him. He dropped the screw, before getting up to block Isabelle's view of the car.
The black tinted window rolled down, as a boy in blue shades showed up, his perfect side profile was all that Chris saw. He was surely not an Italian or even a Roman, well to say about that, he was not even Western. The boy smirked as he pulled out his glass ever so classily with his right hand before, tilting his head to the window. A very low gaze, too intense and sharp but a playful smile plastered on his plump lips. He looked over Chris to see the trunk in middle of the work and pouted as he sucked in his cheeks.
"Need any help?" He asked in his soft angelic voice which brought Chris back to senses.
"No, thank you." He muttered rather coldly before crossing his hands over chest, enhancing his buffed up chest.
"I was not asking you." The boy chuckled as he pointed at the girl who was half hidden behind Chris.
"Ahha, that was for me." Belle squealed as she pushed her friend from the front, to finally get the best view of the man inside and to be honest, she didn't breath for few good second.
"Shall I drop you of?" He asked, show casing the eye smile which he contained.
"Isabelle! and sure, yes." She happily got into the car and smiled at Chris, waving her hands.
"Belle, what are you doing?" Chris asked as he held her hand, not letting her go.
"I am going to college, in a CAR." She emphasized the word car just to push him to the limit, his grip tightening in her wrist and she whimpered while trying to pull her hands off.
"Bruh, are you going to hurt her?" The boy asked as he leaned a little forward to look at the fuss.
"Who are you to interfere in this? Asians are always poking their nose into other's matters." Chris scoffed as he tried to pull Isabelle out, ignoring her cries and shouts.
"Guess, I will have to be the knight in shining armour now." He smiled before opening the roof of the car.