Page 42 of Thalia De Luca

Usually, I hate that name and I hate when she calls me that but now every time she calls me that I am probably going to go back to last night and imagine her moaning my name while also scratching my back, marking me.

"Why did she leave?” Michael asks.

"’Cause she is scared. No matter how badass people make her out to be, in reality, she is a scared little girl who is secretly an angel afraid to admit her true feelings," I deadpan.

And if she doesn't then I won't give her what she wants.

"How do you know?"

"Because Thalia is the one person I know the most without even trying to know her. I know what she wants but she is afraid. She doesn't want to be vulnerable, especially with me for some weird reason that I don't know about."

Whatever.

Fuck her.

"Ever thought that Thalia might hate you instead of pretending to not admit her feelings?"

"No. Thalia doesn't hate me because she has no reason to hate me. I hated her because of some stupid childish thing when I was six but last night things felt different.”

And instead of just staying and talking it out with me she left like a scared little bitch.

I clench my fists and look out the window.

"Getting soft, Russo?"

I chuckle. "For Thalia De Luca? Always."

I mean the girl makes me go crazy. Even when she isn't around me, I feel fucking insane.

Twenty One

I look through the messages between Thalia and me and I see that she still hasn't answered.

After almost four fucking hours she still hasn't answered.

God, I sound like I am obsessed with her and maybe I am but, seriously?

During the whole entire flight, I have been sleeping and waking back up constantly. I hate flights. I can never go to fucking sleep and when I do, I always wake back up for some reason.

Michael is sitting in one of the chairs playing on his phone. For the first hour of the flight, I was still trying to get a hold of Thalia but no luck, so I just gave up.

But she is going to have to face me soon, whether she likes it or not.

Once the plane lands I look out the window and see that we are, in fact, back home.

Thank fucking god.

I look at Michael. "Do you know if Thalia's plane landed?" I ask Michael while standing up from my seat and walking towards the exit of the plane.

"No. But Mr. De Luca texted me asking me where she went."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Shouldn't she be home already?"

"Yea that's what I don't understand. I texted him back, but he just left me on read."

"Maybe she is at home then," I shrug.

Michael and I get off of the plane and he gets my bags while I get inside the car.