Thy Will, Not Mine

Chapter {6} Antonio

As she walked in, the whole room seemed to come to a standstill. Her hair was beautifully styled in a doughnut bun, and her dark curls cascaded down either side of her face. She wore a modest yet fashionable long-sleeved woollen bodycon dress, which accentuated her hourglass figure. She seemed unaware of the attention she was drawing from gawking boys and jealous girls, but I couldn't help but feel suspicious of her.

I asked Mark, my IT technician and the most intellectually gifted of us all, to dig up some information on her. I couldn't afford to trust her blindly, as she could have been an undercover cop waiting for a slip-up that could cost me and the mafia a lot.

Mark's digging gave me peace of mind and some knowledge on the new girl. There were twenty pages filled with all her information, from her name, parents, and country of origin to her relationship status, friends, and even her favourite colour.

As Destiny edged closer to our table, I saw her in a different light. She was perfect for my stepmom, the exact opposite of what she wanted. This was perfect for my plan. If I could get her to be my girlfriend, then my stepmom would always be boiling in anger while I got satisfaction from her misery.

Finally, Destiny got to our table, took off her backpack, and elegantly sat down. She looked at me as if she was contemplating whether to ask me something.

"How do you know my name?" she asked, clearly bothered.

"Hello to you too, amore mia," I smirked, noticing the confusion in her honey-brown eyes before they softened.

"Uhm, hello?" she replied, sounding more like a question.

"How has this beautiful day been treating you so far?" I asked playfully, which was so unusual of me.

"Not very good, considering I don't know you, but you know my name," Destiny retorted, rolling her eyes.

"Amore, do not roll your eyes at me," I warned, hating it when people rolled their eyes at me, followed closely by lying and betrayal.

"Sorry," she muttered, surprising me. I had expected a sassy remark.

"It's fine. Let's be friends, okay?" I smiled, noticing a blush spread across her brown cheeks, when I threw around the pet names.

"I don't know you," Destiny replied, furrowing her brows.

"Oh, is that the problem? Well, I'm Antonio, but you can call me Nio. Is that all you wanted to know?" I deliberately left out my infamous last name and flashed her a charming smile.

Just then, Samantha walked into the class, prancing around in her sky-high heels, greeting all the boys and girls without noticing us. I turned my head and smiled at Destiny from the corner of my eye as I watched her smile quickly fade away.

D.E.S.T.I.N.Y

Nio and I walked side by side, getting to know each other. He was proving my assumptions wrong and seemed like a great guy who could make a great friend.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked with a breathtaking smile, even though we were going to see each other anyway.

"Of course. Have a wonderful day," I said with a smile.

"Can I get a hug?" he asked, pushing the limits. We didn't know each other well.

"No."

"Pretty please." He pouted his lips and gave me puppy eyes, which made my resolve dissolve pretty quickly. Who could say no to that?

"...Okay," I sighed.

I was pulled into a warm hug and felt his electrifying arms around me. It was the best hug I had ever had in my life, and the butterflies in my stomach made it even more enchanting. I felt a strong pull towards him and even thought about kissing him.