I heard a knock on the door. I was currently sitting on the floor, thinking over the betrayal of the people I thought were my family.

Not my actual family, but close enough.

I knew Giovanni would say something like that, but the fact that they would agree to something that wasn't true, really hurt me.

"Chanel," it was Derrick. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I swear."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you did, Derrick."

"No, I promise you, Chanel, I didn't. I just-I know it's not an excuse. But my girlfriend just broke up with me, she couldn't handle the long distance."

I unlocked the door and let him in.

"I'm sorry, Chanel. I know it's hard for you," he said.

I engulfed him in a hug.

"Is that my forgiveness?" He asked.

I nodded my head. "Yes, I guess, but if you say something like that to me again. I won't be so forgiving," I threatened.

He shook his head. "I won't," he assured.

Valeria came to the door and soon the rest of the gang did.

By the time I knew it we were all in a group hug with me in the middle of it.

•••

I went into Giovanni's office, I was going to confront him. I was going to stick up for myself and show him he couldn't talk to me like that.

I stomped into his room and slammed my hands on his desk. "I'm done."

"What?" He asked, harshly.

"I'm done with you acting so rude to me, you know nothing about me and I know you don't care about others, but I have feelings, believe or not. I have feelings a-and I don't appreciate you-"

I got cut off by his lips slamming against mine. I didn't even realize he came this close to me.

I froze. His hands grabbed my sides and pushed me towards him. I quickly pushed him away. I had tears in my eyes.

Why did he think he could just kiss me and I'll be okay with it?

His eyes darkened as I did so and I slapped him across the face.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" I snapped. "I was talking about my feelings. Kissing me is messing with my feelings, you're just playing me, Giovanni."

No matter how hard I tried to stop the tears they spilt from my eyes.

"You kissed me without my consent," I pointed out.

"Am I supposed to ask your consent for everything I do?" He snarled.

"Everything that involves me, yes!" I shouted. "I don't know about your other girls, but I need to consent to it, okay?" My voice cracked and I felt my throat close in.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. His lips pressed into a thin line and he stared at me.

He tried to come closer to me, but I stepped away, pushing on to his chest to move him back.

"Get away from me," I cried out, loudly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Chanel, I just-I will ask for your consent," he stumbled. He wasn't good at this. It was amusing to watch, if I wasn't so irritated right now.

I tried to calm myself down, but I started to hyperventilate. "I . . . can't breathe," I told him.

"You're panicking, princess," he pointed out.

"Gee, t-thanks, I never knew that was what I was doing," I choked out, sarcastically.

He stood awkwardly, he wore his usual scowl and watched frantically as I tried to calm my breathing.

He didn't know what to do, I could tell.

"Are you calm?" He asked.

I nodded my head.

"Get out!"

I scurried out of the room. I hated these panic attacks I got. I wished they would just go away.

He just kissed me. Out of the blue, he kissed me like it was nothing, then kicked me out like I was nothing.

He treated me like one of his hookups and I didn't appreciate it. I wouldn't let him treat me like this.

I was going to be someone who wouldn't let him use them. I wasn't going to be just another girl he could use.

I was going to be something he remembered.

I was going to prove him wrong.

I bumped into Amelia. She looked angry as she stared at me.

"What did I say, puttana?" She asked. "Stay away from him."

"I didn't mean to interfere with you're relationship, I swear," I tried to reason with her.

She scoffed. "I saw you guys, I'm not dumb. I wonder what people would think if they knew they had such a slut in their house."

"What the fuck are you doing?" A sharp voice interrupted her threats.

"Giovanni, can you believe it, she just came at me and threatened me," Amelia whined. Her eyes started to water. She was faking. She was lying.

"What?" I defended. "T-That didn't happen, Giovanni, believe me."

"Why would he believe a whore like you, who steals boyfriends for fun?" She spat.

I felt my face pale. Not again.

"We," he signalled towards the two of them, "are not together. We were never together," he growled.

She scoffed and left the house. She sashayed out and slammed the door behind her. I jumped in fright. I dreaded looking at him. I didn't want to see the disgust in his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to get in between your relationship, please, believe me."

"Calm down," he gnarled. "We were never dating."

"I-I'm s-sorry," I felt my hands shake. I looked down at them, trying to control them. "B-Believe me."

He put his hands on shoulders and made me face him. I jumped at the contact.

"Is this okay?" He asked for consent.

I nodded my head.

"I believe you," he growled. I snapped my eyes at him.

My eyes were glassy. "W-What?"

"I believe you, stop freaking out," he said.

I calmed down and I felt him grab ahold of my trembling hands.

"I knew she was crazy," he muttered. "She just felt so good."

I groaned in disgust. "Ew!" I didn't need to know that. He was disgusting.

"Don't think much of this, okay? I needed to get rid of her, I just found the opportunity, too and I used it," he snarled.

"Trust me, I won't be thinking much about you, anyway," I mumbled.

He glared at me. His eyes were cold.

I smirked and spun on my heel. The game was just beginning.