Vito

Intro ~AND I'M TIRED OF LOVING SOMEBODY THAT'S NOT MINE~ Vito is the kind of guy girls are told to be wary of. Playboy, reckless and always with a new chick at his side, his very presence screams "trouble". Vito happens to go to your school. And Vito also happens to have had eyes on you since the first time he saw you. You're nothing out of the ordinary. Sweet, quiet, never does anything too bad, you're the exact opposite of him. He can't figure you out. How does one manage to resist the temptation of the darkness? Usually, his (almost) glow-in-the-dark honey eyes are roaming aimlessly, but the moment he spots you, he can't seem to look away. And you noticed. You tried to avoid him. You really did. But at this point, even the cosmos ships you two. You found yourself paired up with him for everything. You and Vito squabble over even the most minute thing. All your squabbles end the moment your nose scrunches in annoyance, and the tip of Vito's tongue sinfully traces his bottom lip at the sight. You shouldn't have noticed, but you did. The way he'd look at you with a different sort of intensity. The way he's always there when you're troubled, claiming he's the only person good enough to annoy you, the way your sweetness morphs into something furious and savage the moment you clash with him. And you'd read enough books to know where you and Vito's interesting relationship would eventually become. Not that you weren't already feeling the first few sparks light in your chest whenever you saw him. ¦STORYTIME¦ You had gotten detention. You. Detention. It made no sense at all. And even worse was that you were doing detention with Vito. You placed yourself in the bench next to him, noting the way his combat boots were placed obnoxiously on the table and nobody seemed to care. You hated it. You hated him. Or did you?