Arya's POV -

Friday. October 7th.

One more week to get that darn essay done.

I woke up actually refreshed since I had went to sleep early last night. Around 9pm.

With a small smile on my face, I reached the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

My fingers gently ran over my cheek. The bruise had mostly faded and was barely visible. I didn't need to cover it up anymore.

Luckily Rome hadn't questioned any further about it, so I figured he believed me.

I don't know how he didn't realize I was lying, but I wasn't complaining.

Papa had been speaking to me like normal, I mostly saw him later at night when he got home from work.

However, mama and I still weren't really on speaking terms.

After that horrible dinner, barely a word has been spoken between us.

It was just be small 'good mornings' or 'goodbyes' but that was mostly it.

I really wanted to have a conversation with her about what happened.

I didn't want to be on bad terms with her, she was my mama after all.

Maybe...she had the right reasons to hit me.

With a small shake of my head, I put my hair up into a high ponytail and let some baby hairs fall on the sides of my face.

After getting ready I packed my bag and began my journey down the stairs.

My main goal for this weekend was to finish that essay.

Although I had another full week, I wanted it to be done and over with.

I haven't worked on it for weeks now, and It's been haunting me every night.

I spotted mama in the kitchen like usual. She was always in the kitchen either cleaning or cooking which I was extremely thankful for.

Papa worked so much that he was barely home, so that meant mama had to do all the house chores.

I admired her for that. I always will.

"Good morning," I said entering the kitchen and grabbing the lunch she had made me.

Yup, she had started making them again for me.

That meant progress, right?

"Good morning Arya."

She said my name. That's also progress, right?

I tried to debate whether or not I should make conversation. I didn't know how mad she was still.

Deciding to just go for it, I tried.

"Anything going on today?" I asked, rocking on my heels.

She didn't answer as I unzipped my backpack to put my lunch inside.

I frowned slightly as she didn't respond, and I was about to turn and leave, "Just cleaning. This house is a mess." She finally replied.

A bright smile made Its way onto my face.

She's not ignoring me.

Progress.

"Yeah, I guess it is. I'll see you later, mama."

Getting no response after that, I didn't take it to heart and simply went to the door.

'Eventually,' I thought as I made my way down the steps to the sidewalk.

Eventually we'd be on good terms again.

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After another boring English class with our professor talking about how important the Essay is, a longgg math test, and a few assignments given from government, I finally made my way to lunch.

Recently I haven't been eating so well. I don't know if It's stress or something else, but I've just had no desire to eat.

Right now I only felt a tiny bit hungry which is odd because normally by lunch time I'm starving like a hungry beast.

I'm sure It's nothing. Whatever it is will pass.

Spotting Izzy at our normal spot, I plopped down across from her and put my forehead down on the table, exhausted.

The first thing she said to me though surprised me.

"Have you heard from Trevor lately?"

Shocked by her question, my head snapped up to meet her eyes, my neck almost breaking in the process at the sound of his name.

"No, why?" I asked with a slightly raised brow.

"He hasn't been at school for over a week. I don't know if he's ignoring everyone or what. He's not answering any texts, calls, and none of his friends have heard from him either."

Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him. I was so focused on other things that I completely forgot about that party until now.

"Did you last see him at the party?" I asked and she nodded, "I'm worried about him Arya, I even tried going to his house and no ones been answering."

I nibbled on my lip, trying to recall the party from a few weeks ago.

It seemed so long ago.

My eyes then slightly widened, Rome was the last person who saw him.

Rome was the one who pulled him off of me.

Maybe Rome knew where he was since he saw him last.

I contemplated telling Izzy that Rome may know, but I didn't want to get her hopes up.

I'll just wait and ask him first to see if he knows anything.

"I'm not sure Iz, maybe just wait a bit longer?" I asked more like a question and she sighed, looking back down at her phone.

The rest of lunch was mostly in silence, which was rare since we're usually always talking about something.

But I guess Trevor missing is something that's really hurting Izzy.

What would she think if she knew what happened at the party?

I shuddered at the thought. No. I didn't want her to know.

The bell rung a few minutes later, lunch was over.

As I got up, I didn't even realize that I hadn't even grabbed my lunch out of my bag.

My final class of the day, film, consisted of watching some documentary on the military.

It was actually pretty interesting, but when the bell rang I didn't waste any time to get the heck out of there.

Nothing was going to distract me tonight. I was going to finish most of my essay.

I may be overreacting, but this essay has been in my head 24/7 and once It's done a piece of my mind will be at peace.

That's all I want. Some peace.

Reaching home, no one was home which I was a little grateful for.

I needed some quiet time as I tried to finish this thing.

Heading straight for the stairs despite my stomachs protest, I turned on the light to my room, my eyes automatically trailing to my desk.

Kicking off my shoes I cracked my knuckles like a boss and sat down in my swivel chair.

I spun in it for a second just for fun before sitting straight ahead, placing my phone on my desk and unzipping my bag.

Pulling it out and grabbing a pencil, my eyes read over what I've written so far.

'Eyes as green as emeralds. A man that is full of so many secrets, and it only makes me want to know him more.'

'He's the prettiest man I've ever seen. Something so wild about him it drives me insane.'

'The way he looks at me puts me in a trance. Anything he tells me to do I'd obey in a heartbeat. His eyes could hypnotize me.'

My professor may think It's a bit odd for me to be writing about a guy like this, but I didn't really care.

It was so easy to write about Rome, so many thoughts came to mind about him.

If it wasn't already obvious, the first thing that caught me were his beautiful eyes.

They were so gorgeous, I could stare at him all day if he'd let me.

When he wore those shades the other day I slightly pouted. Slightly. But I don't think he noticed.

Then again he notices literally everything.

I smile a bit and slowly move my pencil down to continue writing.

So close to beginning, but then my phone starts blaring.

I drop my pencil in slight shock, then they narrow at the device sitting on my desk.

Moving my head slightly forward, I read the contact.

Rome :)!

I was really hoping it wasn't him, cause I can't ignore this pretty man.

Smiling softly, I lift the phone and press accept before lifting it to my ear.

"Hi Rome!" I say happily.

"Hello darling, how are you today?"

"I'm good, how bout' you?"

"I'm doing well also, did you have a good day at school?"

"Yup! The only bad thing is that I got a few assignments in government and I had a math test that was super duper hard. Oh! I've also got an essay in English I'm finishing tonight cause I'm writing about you- I'm rambling aren't I?" I say with a huge blush on my cheeks.

There was silence on the other end for a while. I was about to check if I lost connection or the call ended but then my heart flew to the sky because of a laugh.

A full, deep, melodic laugh.

It went on for about 10 seconds before it finally calmed down, but I wanted to hear it forever.

Rome hadn't laughed that loudly, heck even like that before.

But I could imagine the dimples on his cheeks that I've seen a few times showing on his pretty face.

I could imagine the small crinkles in the corner of the man's eyes as he laughed.

I bit my lip in embarrassment as I waited for him to speak, because I was certainly unable to form words.

"Sweetheart, you're writing about me?" He finally said in a tender tone, making me inwardly swoon.

"U-Um yeah, for English we got to pick our topic so I decided to write about you." I mumbled, my eyes reading over what I've written.

There was another slight pause,

"Deve essere la fottuta cosa più carina di sempre. She's writing about you!?" I hear in the background.

(That has to be the cutest fucking thing ever.)

It definitely wasn't Rome who just spoke, but it was a voice I recognized.

"James?" I questioned softly,

"In the flesh, princess." He said, which made me realize that I was on speaker phone.

My ears turned pink that he heard I was writing about his friend.

I've been blushing way too much lately.

"Vattene prima che io chiami Elia perché venga a portarti via." I heard Rome mutter, which was followed by a scoff from James.

(Go away before I call Elijah to come take you away.)

"He's so mean to me Arya! Come settle him down please!" James yells making me giggle at him.

"You need to come over again princess, I'll make my famous crepes again if you do." I can hear the smirk in James' voice at the mention of the delicious food.

"Ooh, yes! I want another one of those so badly!"

"Okay, that's enough. Go the hell away James." Rome said making me gasp in surprise.

Rome cussed.

"You can't say that Rome!" I whined.

"Say what, hm?"

"You cussed!"

There was yet again another pause before James finally spoke,

"Yeah Rome! You fuc- OW!" There was a slap heard and I found myself giggling again.

Rome had definitely been the one who slapped him.

Eventually James had went away after Rome saying something in Italian to him.

"Sorry about him baby, he's an odd one." He says making me smile.

"Anyways, what exactly about me have you been writing?" I can practically see the big smirk on his face as he said that.

I couldn't even count how many times I've blushed if I tried.