For The Mafia's Son [Complete]

Chapter-3: Falling...Into His Arms.

~Clayden~

Who the hell does he think he is?

He insulted me.

Janet Chanel Clayden.

If Principal Dorkins wouldn't have come, I would've slapped and punched the s**t out of him.

After the insulting round, I had to go to the emergency room to get my bruised elbow bandaged.

That devil was present there too. His knuckles were bleeding pretty bad. I must not have noticed it before, because of all the adrenaline rush.

I had just entered the History class along with Sylvia. She has been ranting on and on about that new guy.

"Even though I hate him, but he was a hot hunk. And Janet, hot hunks do have attitude problems." She dreamily pointed out as I sat on one of the desks.

"God! Stop describing him, Sylvia."

"Okay...okay." She lifted her hands in surrender.

The teacher entered the class and started describing World War II.

"The attack on the Pearl Harbour was the reason, USA entered the World War II. And soon after Hiroshima and Nagasaki were attacked by atomic bombs and..." She stopped when a guy entered the class.

I looked at my watch, only 10 minutes of the class were left.

"Yes, mister?" The teacher looked at him, tapping her feet.

"No, Miss." He remarked.

He must be one of those new boys.

"Who are you?" She asked, getting pissed off.

"I'll be whoever you'll want me to be." He winked at her.

The whole class snickered.

And the teacher just opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

"What say?" He smirked cockily at her.

"Detention!" She screamed at such a high pitch that all of us cringed.

The new guy, who had brown messed up hair, just shrugged.

"What's your name?" The teacher asked while signing his detention slip.

"Dante. Dante Mauricio."

But before she could hand him over the slip the bell rang.

He snatched the slip from the teacher's hand and tore it into two.

"The class is over, so technically I was there in the class. No need for detention miss." He smiled confidently at her.

The teacher's face was red.

"You are going to the Principal's office right now!" She spat at him.

Dante just stood calmly in front of her.

"You don't wanna order around Theodore High's trustee's nephew now, do ya?" He smugly asked the teacher, playing around the teacher's desk.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

Murmurs started soon as the class starting discussing Dante.

This was wrong, all of this. He may be the Trustee's nephew but that doesn't give him a right to hamper the decorum of the class.

If there is one thing that I can't tolerate, that is something wrong happening in front of me.

I got up from my seat and slammed my bag down.

Both the teacher and Dante looked at me.

"Janet! What are you doing?" Sylvia whispered.

I ignored her and marched forward.

"You must be one of the three newcomers, aren't you?" I asked, standing merely a foot away from him.

He turned his body around to face me.

"Yup, sweetheart. But why do you ask?"

"Oh! There was another loser who first made a mistake and then tried to scare someone. He sounded a lot like you." I told him matter-of-factly.

Not a single child had moved out of class. Because it was rare that I intervened in someone else's matters, and when I did, I was a full-blown b***h.

"Who are you talking about?" Dante asked, puzzled, his forehead creased.

"I don't know his name but I can tell you a way to spot him. He has his hands bandaged up." I smirked at the guy in front of me.

Dante exhaled loudly, clearly showing that he was angry.

Mood swings huh?

"He is my brother. Adrian Indelicato."

The whole class gasped and the atmosphere was immediately filled with 'oh my gods'.

Adrian Indelicato... is he related to the Indelicato Industries?

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Dante sniggered.

"No, actually, I was praising myself for deducing that you two are related. Cause' you know some problems do run in the family, honey." I beamed at him.

"You don't know who you are messing with, little lady. Don't try to get yourself involved in something you won't be able to handle." He warned.

"Oh! Please. First, tell your brother to handle himself, it's difficult for him to even come down the stairs properly." I spat.

"Enough, children. Please move to your next class." The teacher intervened.

"Better listen to her while you can." Saying this Dante marched away.

Maybe threatening is a thing for bad boys.

After school got over, Sylvia went for her swimming practice and I headed for the rowing practice.

I like rowing. It's the best way to shed all the negative energy and exhaust yourself.

After practicing for about an hour with my very enthusiastic team, I set off for home.

Everything was the usual.

No parents.

Netflix. Homework. Nutella. Dinner.

I lay there on the bed thinking about and rewinding all the incidents of the day.

And after analyzing everything I came to the conclusion.

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.

.

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Adrian Indelicato was hot.

Don't judge me guys, but imagine...

A guy with chocolate brown eyes, ruffled hair, sharp jawline, a 'bod' to die for, leather jacket and a sexy cologne.

What would you think?

So, I spent the rest of the night replaying all the scenes of the day.

The three new boys were definitely related, I had met two, Adrian and Dante.

One was left.

×××

The side effects of sleeping late were clearly visible on my face and in my life.

I woke up half an hour later than my usual time.

My eyes had dark circles, and my head was dizzy.

There were only 15 minutes left for school and considering that it was just the second day I couldn't take leave.

I quickly freshened up and went downstairs to grab a little something for my grumbling stomach.

A sandwich was enough.

I called upon Roger, my driver because I couldn't trust myself on the road in this condition.

When I reached school, precisely 3 minutes were left for the first class to start and I had to get my books from the locker and move to French class on the other side of school's locker area.

So, I made a dash for it.

I collided with a few stray students in the hallway and mumbled an apology to each one of them.

I was half drained by the time I reached my locker, I grabbed my French book and worksheets out of the locker and made a dash for the other part of the school.

I can do it...I can do it...

I ran like there was no tomorrow and like I was blind.

Well, I think that would be my second mistake for this week.

Because I collided with a hard wall.

Meaning Adrian.

Scrap that!

The Adrian.

Being a gentleman that he is, he scooped me in his arms before I could grace the floor with my a*s.

"Morning, sweetheart. It's so great to see you." He said with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

I tried to wriggle my way out of his grasp but he put both his hands around my waist.

"Bastard!" I muttered.

"Now, now this is no way to greet your Knight in shining armor."

"I'd rather stab my knight in shining armor in the crotch!" I disagreed with him.

"Ouch!" He pretended to be offended, lifting his shoulders and in turn lifting me.

If you haven't guessed I was still in his arms.

"Maybe if you ate some of your makeup, you'd be pretty from inside."

I don't even have makeup on...

"You...you...j...just leave me. Now!" I demanded.

"You sure?" He asked, lifting a brow.

"Positive," I said, confidently.

Third mistake within 48 hours.

Adrian let me go and I fell on my a*s.

A jerk went through my body and a gasp left from my mouth.

"Oh! Poor baby, you already had a flat a*s, wonder in what state it would be now."

Leaving me sprawled on the floor he left, walking like he owned the world.

×××

"Are you sure, Janet?" Sylvia asked for the fifth time.

"Yes, I am."

"But putting pepper spray in his face isn't a good idea. It might disable him, you know." She put it forward.

"Pepper spray hurts for a day or two, nothing more. And he deserves it for everything he has done to me."

So, we hid behind a water cooler outside the boys' locker room.

After my showdown with Adrian, earlier in the day, I was angrier than a girl on her period.

It was during the lunchtime that Tony told us about the new guys, joining our football team.

And then in the second last period, I was searching for my lip gloss when I came across my pepper spray.

And this is guys, how I came up with an incredible prank.

I knew the football team had practice every Tuesday, so I sneaked into the boys' locker room, searched for a kit with Adrian's name and took out his face wash.

Well, after practice, he is definitely going to take a bath. Unless he is a pig of an ultimate level.

I had sprayed a lot of pepper spray into the opening of the face wash tube.

Once this comes in contact with his face, he'll be itchy all day long, and I might score a goal if it goes into his eyes.

I am a mean bitch...ain't I?

Now, that is pretty much the reason we are hiding outside the locker room so that we can get to know whether my idea worked or not.

After about 10 minutes of waiting, the team finally came inside. And trust me guys, these boys stink like crocodile s**t.

"You were playing good, man." A guy said.

"Thanks. I'll take a shower, then we'll head out." It was Adrian.

We waited for 10 minutes more, but it was worth it because I heard something which was practically music to my ears.

Adrian's scream.

"What the f**k! My eyes burn like hell!"

GOAL!!!!