Chapter Five: As You WishA Chapter by -Aurelia MirellaThis is a short one! Its a filler, but its an important one. We get to see a new side of Azzurra. Hehe enjoy! -Aurelia Mirella
Chapter Five: As You Wish I knew he had heard. Just by looking at his face, I knew. Seth’s expression was no longer tense and full of annoyance but pale and sickly. His eyes kept shifting around but never looking at me. He kept fiddling with his hands and was constantly messing with his bangs. A part of me wanted to yell in his face and scream “I told you so!” Another part of me just wanted to curl up in my bed and cry until I fell asleep. And much to my surprise, a third part of me wanted Seth to hold me, just a simple hug would have been fine, but I quickly shoved those feelings aside. Azzurra Zuccherini is never depending on anyone. A long time ago, I swore to myself I would never trust anyone, especially a boy, ever again… “Seth?” I asked calmly. He took no notice and kept on fiddling with his hands. “S-E-T-H” Still no reaction. “Holy hell Seth! Stop messing with your fricken hands!” I yelled as I slapped his hands apart. I stopped and stood in front of him. “Seth, look at me,” I demanded, but he refused. “Damn you! Okay! Do you know what? Don’t look at me; just open your damn ears! I know you were in the room when I was on the phone with my mother. I know that you know my grandfather is dead, and I know you almost saw me breakdown in that office.” Seth’s head shot up from looking at his hands. His green eyes bore into my now, stormy grey ones. He looked at me as if he discovered something totally brand new and shocking, but again I shoved any civilized thoughts away and continued. “Now I want you and me to walk down to the office and pretend as if nothing ever happened. You understand me? I try very hard to keep my life perfect, and I try very hard to keep nosey people like you out of it. You’re going to continue to dislike me, and I will do the same. And no one, I repeat, NO ONE, will find out about my grandfather’s death, correct?” His eyes were still staring hard into mine, but I stared right back with just as much intensity, if not more. “Is there anything else, Azzurra?” I was very taken aback when he used my first name. I wasn’t planning on it at all. As a matter of fact, I was more than positive he would’ve called me “Princess” again, especially after I had yelled at him. Yet he used my first name, and not only that, in a nice way too. Hoping he wouldn’t catch the shock in my voice I answered him. “If you tell anyone about me almost crying, I will have you murdered. And believe me, that won’t be hard.” He looked at me sympathetically and nodded his head. “As you wish, Princess.” © 2009 -Aurelia MirellaAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on November 26, 2008 Last Updated on January 7, 2009 Author-Aurelia MirellaVenice, ItalyAboutMi chiamo Aurelia! I live in Venice, Italy, and speak both Italian and English fluently. Writing has been added to the tiny list of addictions I have. Sports, mainly soccer, and art are two others.. more..Writing
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