Amore Mio ✓

XIX. Sausage

Alice's POV:

Strapping on my backpack, I grab the trash bag and head out. Going on my toes, I threw the bag inside the trash can, "Ew."

Feeling two arms around my waist, I jump forward and let out a loud, yelping sound. I pat my chest, "Neilson, you scared the living daylight out of me!"

Ever since I came back from New Jersey, Neilson has been behaving weird and touchy. He grins, placing his forehead on my shoulder. "Good morning Angel," his voice was huskier than usual, turning me around, placing a kiss on my forehead, and pulling my body into a hug.

"Too tight, can't breathe," I mumble into his chest, patting his muscular back. I can feel his chest vibrating, a wondrous laugh escaping his throat.

Gently, I wrap my arms around him as he sways us back and forth. "You've been weird lately. Are you doing drugs? Can you hook me up with some?" I ask in a playful tone, attempting to get rid of this weird atmosphere around us.

"No drugs, just realize something, that's all," he hums, scanning my body. "You look cute today," he whispers.

I can feel my heart racing, blood rushing towards my cheeks. Don't overthink it, Alice. He just meant it in an older brother kind of way.

When I saw a red truck passing by, I pushed Neilson back. "My boyfriend is here!" I scream joyfully, throwing out my fakest laugh.

"Right, boyfriend," he repeats my word, followed by a strained smile.

"Bye, Muffin!" I shout, rushing towards Ian.

Jumping inside the car, Ian lifts a brow at me.

"What?" I scowl, throwing my backpack down.

He turns his head towards Neilson, who was standing there, arms cross, staring at us. Ian looks back at me. "I'm telling you. Creepy stalker," he sang.

"Telling you, little sister," I sang, pointing two fingers at myself.

He rolls his eyes. "If I die, it's on you," he turns on the engine, taking us to school.

When we pass by Neilson, I place two hands in the air, waving at him, a smile on my face. He lifts a hand, waving back, with a small tight smile.

"Fakest smile I've ever seen," Ian mumbled.

My head twists towards him, a smile still on my face. I lifted a hand and pinched his arm. "Shut up," I sang, letting out my fakest laugh, then instantly stop, shooting him a glare.

"Did anyone ever say you couldn't sing for shit?" he said, rubbing the place I pinched him.

"I'm a great singer!" I defend myself, knowing I can sing as well as a cat that got run over.

He snorts. "Says who?"

"Neilson said I'm an amazing singer."

He let out another snort. "Of course, creepy stalker dude would say that," he said mockingly while I crossed my arms, puckering my lips.

Ian clears his throat. "You know, it's not cool talking about another guy in front of your boyfriend," he tries to sound serious.

"It's also not cool using your girlfriend to get into another girl's pants," I respond.

"Touche, you bitch."

"I know, asshole."

He pulls into the parking lot, and I grab my stuff. "Wait," he said, opening his car door then jogging towards mine. "My lady," he said, placing out one palm at me.