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My alarm blared through my ears like every other morning and I was actually considering throwing it across the room at this point.

I managed to get up and start getting ready for school.

"Tyson, are you home?" I yell across the house.

Silence.

Welp guess that's a no.

I sigh and walk down the stairs, grabbing my car keys and my bag.

I walk out of the house and lock it as I make my way towards the car.

After getting in I start driving out of my driveway and drive straight towards school.

My mind had been filled with the memories of last night.

The memory of my very first kiss and then to Angel literally murdering people in front of me and then lastly back to the date.

I know it's silly of me to not be as scared as I should actually be, I mean Tyson is literally doing the same thing Angel is.

Though, it's not an everyday thing to go through.

I make it to school and get out of my car.

I look around the parking lot hoping to catch the sight of his familiar car but nothing.

I sigh and walk into the school.

"Hey, Daisy."

I look behind me to see one of the boys from the football team waving at me.

I smile and wave back and then turn around continuing my walk.

Odd.

I make it to my locker and grab all my things before shutting it and pulling my bag over my shoulder.

As I began walking towards class someone's arm wrapped around my shoulder which scared the living crap out of me.

I jump and look at a smirking Lycian.

"Hey, sugar." He greets smiling at me.

"Sugar?" I question with a sly smile.

"Fits." He shrugs.

His arm remains over my shoulder as we walked.

"So, um, how are you?" Lycian asked awkwardly.

I giggle at his awkwardness and shrug.

"Pretty good."

He nods his head slowly and smiles at me.

"Is Ian here today?" He asked, curiosity laced in his tone.

I look up at him weirdly.

Why would he want to know?

Maybe their friends.

"I'm not sure, I haven't seen him, why?"

He smirks and licks his lips.

"No reason." He shrugs.

Okay...

Suddenly a question of my own wonders around my head.

"Is, um, Angel here?" I ask looking down at my feet.

He raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He replies slyly.

"Yes I would, that's why I just asked."

He chuckles and looks over at me as we stop at my classroom door.

"He's doing a few things for his, um, father today so he won't be here."

I try to hide the slight frown and disappointment in my eyes but then remember I was going to see him tonight.

"Oh, okay," I reply.

He shrugs and opens the door for me.

"I'll see you later, Sugar."

I wave him goodbye as I enter the class.

This is going to be a long day.

*

The rest of the school day went by fairly fast, I had filled Miya and Ian in on everything and to say they were more excited than me is an understatement.

Ian literally had screamed when I told him about the kiss and Miya had pretended she fainted for half the time.

Dramatic.

I was now on my way home, my mind racing with thoughts of him.

Once I made it home I saw Tyson's car in the driveway, telling me he was now home.

I walk into the house and shut the door loudly.

"Tyson?"

He comes from around the kitchen and opens his arms.

I wrap my arms around him and slap his back as I pull away.

He scowls at me and sticks the finger up.

"How was your 'trip'?" I ask dropping my bag to the ground.

He shrugs as he drops some grapes into his mouth.

"It was alright."

"Oh, by the way, we've got to go to this event tomorrow evening."

I look at him sceptically.

"Event?" I ask.

He studies me for a second before answering.

"Yeah, it's for, um, work."

I nod my head slowly.

"So it's to do with the Mafia then?"

He nods and takes his phone out.

"Is it at our Aunts?" I ask mentally hoping it's not.

"No, actually it's at the Romano's."

My eyes widen with shock.

Angel's?

"And I have to come?" I ask him.

"Yes, you need to accompany me, I'll be bored as fùck if I'm alone." He commented.

I sigh and nod my head.

I walk back up the stairs and flop my head down on the pillow.

My phone suddenly dings and I look down at it.

I opened my messages app and a small smile came to my lips as I see who had messaged me.

Be there at 6.

I smile at the text and bite my lip.

I get up and look at the time.

One hour.

I run into my closet and pick out an outfit, which took nearly 20 whole minutes.

After getting ready, I put my phone in my purse and place my lipgloss and other things inside.

I walk downstairs and tell Tyson I was leaving.

I look at the time before opening the door.

5 minutes.

I open the front door and walk outside, I had only now noticed the grey clouds above me.

I decided to stay under the shelter instead of the pavement as it looked like it was about to rain.

I leaned against the railing and smiled to myself as my heart began to race in excitement.

*

It was now 6:30 and Angel hadn't arrived.

It was also now pouring rain, the gloomy sky had somehow fitted my mood.

I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as I sighed and decided to go inside.

I walk back into the house and look at my phone once more only to still see no received messages.

I walk into my room, kicking my shoes off and getting undressed into some sweats and one of Tyson's hoodies.

I flop onto my bed and take my laptop out, getting ready to binge-watch my sorrow away.

*

It was now 1am and I had gone through an entire season of The Vampire Diaries to which was my only source of therapy.

I yawn as I felt my eyes begin to get heavy.

All of a sudden a low knock came from my window and I felt my heart literally drop.

I walk over slowly, to the window and sighed in relief as I saw Angel's cold eyes.

I unlock it and go back to my bed.

I watch as he climbs into my room gracefully.

He pulls his hood down, letting his slightly damp brown hair fall into his eyes as he shuts the window.

His tall figure made my room look incredibly small.

His eyes catch mine and I look away from him as I focus my gaze on my laptop, casually reading over the words 'The Vampire Dairies' a hundred times.

I felt him come over towards me, and sit down on my bed.

I moved my eyes towards him, his fists were clenched and his eyes were dark and cold as he glared at the floor beneath him.

I ran a hand through my hair and bit my lip.

"You stood me up." I state.

He looks up at me emotionlessly.

"I know." He says.

I frown and shake my head as I look away from him.

"I,

He says and then inhales deeply before continuing,

I didn't do it on purpose."

I look at him confused.

He lifts his hoodie, just enough so I could see the bloodied and stitched up patch resting on his rib.

I gasp and my eyes widen.

I quickly go over to him and place my hand on his chest delicately.

"Angel, what happened?" I whisper out.

"Got shot." He says casually.

I stare into his eyes with shock.

"I'm okay." He reassures.

I shake my head disappointedly at him.

"You need to be careful, you could get seriously hurt." I mumble moving away from him.

He rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair.

We go silent for a while and it was surely killing me.

"I'm sorry, bellissima"

Translation; Beautiful

I stare at him blankly before looking down at my feet that were covered in fluffy monkey socks.

I feel his hand come around my cheek, caressing it gently.

Tingles go up my spine and I curse my body for reacting that way.

"I'll make it up to you." He whispers, tilting my face towards him.

I look into his eyes and then look down to his lips not being able to handle the intensity.

"I promise." He whispers.

I look up at him and stare into his emotionless eyes.

I nod my head giving in.

Relief washes over his eyes but was quickly masked back to his blank look.

"Don't do it again though." I tell him sternly.

"It hurt." I say quietly rubbing my hand over my heart.

He looks down at my hand and bites his bottom lip.

He opens his right arm up, motioning for a hug.

I latch onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

He wraps his arms around my waist in a protective matter.

"I won't hurt you again, my moonlight." He whispers so softly that if he weren't near my ear I most likely wouldn't have heard it.

I run my hand through his hair and snuggle into his neck, his addicting cologne filling my nose.

"I'm going to that event tomorrow, the one at your house."

He shakes his head and leans away.

"My parents home." He says making me confused.

"You live by yourself in your own house?" I ask surprised.

He nods his head in response as he leans away and takes a strand of my hair and twirls it around his finger.

"Wow." I say astonished.

He smirks and leans his head towards my neck.

He hums against my skin as he places a soft kiss against it.

I bite my lip as my mind goes hazy at the touch.

"I should take you there one time, hm?" He says huskily.

He places more kisses down my neck, and I find my hands resting in his silky hair.

"I mean if you want," I answer breathlessly.

A small moan escapes my mouth as he kisses a particular spot that made me go completely hazy.

I feel him smirk against my neck as his lips latch onto the spot.

He then moves our position, he now hovered over me, his legs between mine as he kissed delicately around my throat.

"Daisy? you awake?"

Tyson's voice comes through the door and my eyes widen.

"Um, yeah. Don't come in though I'm not decent!" I shout.

I pushed Angel off me and stood up warily looking around not knowing what to do.

Angel laid back on the bed silently watching the exchange in amusement.

"Okay, well I just wanted to tell you that you can take the day off tomorrow."

I smile widely.

"Really!?"

"Yup." He says as his voice fades away telling me he walked away.

I clap my hands in joy and turn back towards Angel.

His bottom lip was between his teeth as he watched me with hooded eyes.

I tiled my head to the side and looked at him.

"What?" I ask him.

He shrugs and gets up off the bed.

"I'm leaving." He says.

I nod and walk him to the window.

I turn my head up to him and look into his eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow, mia ragazza"

Translation; My girl.

He leans down and pecks my jaw before climbing out of the window easily.

I locked the window and went back to my bed, laying flat as I looked up at my white ceiling.

Oh, how I want that boy to myself.