Tell Me Your Secrets

My name is Roman Michelson. At least that’s what people call me. My real name is Enzo Vito De Rossi Jr. i had to change it when we moved to New York. Which is literally the worst place for someone once in the Russian Mob to hide at. But we’ve been here, my family and I, in Ithaca, New York for three years. My dad changed his name to Michael, and my mother got Joy, and unfortunately enough my sister got Lucy. The one name she begged the agent to not give her. I died laughing when i was told. But, we don’t make friends here. we’ve bounced around so many times my sister and i both know to just not make any close friends. Once the Agents know, we are normally yanked from the school and thrown into a completely different one. Today is my first day of Freshman Year of College. I have to say i am nervous. My sister and I are always close together, but we looked at our schedules and they are completely different. We basically only see each other outside of school, which will be different. I sit on the bench in the far corner of the school, with my hood up and my bag hiding my body. My sister is the goodie of this family, shockingly, so she’s getting her textbooks way before anyone does. “Oh, look who it is!” I hear a girl whisper to her friend, and i grown inwardly. I’ve had many girls come onto me in school, and all of them are at this college. I hate that attention. “I know, isn’t he hot?” The other blonde, Jasmine, i think, whispers. Who? Hot guys are rare here. I follow their eyes to a new kid. Dark brown hair, sharp jawline, perfect cheekbones. Like Brad Pitt. He seems almost impossible. The perfect man. And he lives in Ithaca? I should be worried right? “Hi.” I hear his very deep, sexy, rusty voice. It’s gorgeous, of course. “Hi.” He says again, this time i look up. He’s looking down at me, the girls behind him gaping in shock that he’s going to me rather then them. “I’m Damien.” I nod. “I’m Roman.” I whisper, and he points next to me. “Can i sit?” Fuck, this is going to suck. I move my legs slowly, and grab my bag, opening up a space next to me. “How long you’ve been going to this school?” I frown. Why do you want to know? Whose asking. “Why?” I say a little more bluntly then i intended to. He looks at me, stunned. “Sorry. Just making small talk.” With me? Why? “A couple years.” I whisper. Not definite answer, but it does answer his question. He nods. “I just moved here with my mom. From the Bronx. She wanted to be in a smaller town, away from the trouble.” I nod. “Must suck?” He shrugs some. “Yeah, leaving all my friends.” He glances at me. “You’re cute.” Instantly i blush, like I’m seventeen again. I’ve only been hit on by girls and to be hit on by a guy, a Greek God like guy, i act like a teenager all over again. Thank god my time is up and my class starts in five minutes. I grab my bag and quickly disappear away from the embarrassment, hiding in the back of my Economics class. Terrible class, but a class nonetheless. Damien is ridiculously gorgeous. And i would kill to flirt back with him. But there are things i can’t talk about, i can’t tell him, questions i can’t answer. It’ll all end badly. He can’t get me the way i would want. But its always nice to be called cute by a guy. I need to talk to Lucy. I’m freaking a little. I wait impatiently, glancing at the clock every ten minutes and waiting for this one hour lecture to end. As soon as the clock hits 3 i fly off my seat and bolt to the door, ignoring my professor. Quickly, i make my way to the other end of the hall, meeting my sister as she walks out of her Calculus class. “Hey twin.” She whispers, like we always do. No one ever hears us. “What is it?” She asks when she sees the worried look on my face. “I got flirted with.” “Oh, what’s her name now?” “No, a boy.” She stops suddenly, it catches me off guard. “Seriously! What’s his name? What’s he look like? Does he have a nice butt?” She gasps. “Is he buff? Tell me everything!” She grips my arm and yanks me over and away from the flow of people. She’s very pushy about my love life. I told her i was gay when i was 11 and she flipped out, trying everything to get me out with guys and show me cute guys. When i told her my crush was Luren Polv, one of the men’s sons, she tried to get me with him. Which ended in embarrassment and a punch in the eye assuming he was gay. I tell her everything, which always ends in her gasping, and then squealing in happiness. I’m freaking out, because normally i would flirt back, and she wouldn’t know. Now, it’s a lot harder to do that. I catch feelings very quickly. Damien walks next to us, and smirks when he sees me, turning to go down the hall way behind us. Right into the room where my next class is. “Oh my god, him! Where did he come from?” She stares into the room, she has a better look then i do. I shrug. “He started today, i don’t know.” “That’s weird.” She whispers, and her giddy face falls when realization hits. “Do you think?” She whispers quietly, silently asking the question even i am avoiding asking myself. “I don’t want to think that.” I frown. “He’s the first attractive guy that’s taken an interest in me, Lucy. And he’s attractive.” She frowns. “I know i can’t tell him anything, nothing important, I promise i won’t.” She nods. “I know.” “I have to get to class.” I whisper. I turn and walk down the same hall, and into that same room. Anxiety pooling through me. When i walk through the door, i see him in the chair i would’ve picked myself. He’s surrounded by girls, which i thank. I hated it happening to me. As soon as i step onto the stairs, he looks at me, his eyes never leaving mine, mine never leaving his while i pick my seat. But before i sit down, he nods to the seat next to him, and i decide to take it. If i don’t, there’s a small chance the girls that can’t be close to him, will be close to me. Also, deep down i want to sit next to him. The girls leave as soon as i sit next to him, and when they realize he’s not paying attention to them. When i settle in, he slowly leans over and whispers to me. “I’m sorry if calling you cut was overstepping your boundaries.” I glance at him. “I’m not use to guys calling me cute.” He purses his lips. “i can call you handsome if you prefer.” I blush once more, i hate it. “Cute works.” I squeak. He smiles. “Well good. Because you’re cute.” I’m going to combust with this f*****g blush. I sink further into my seat, trying to hide my very red cheeks. Man, i cannot take a compliment from this man to save my life. The class seems to take forever, and all i want to do is look at him. But when i take a peak, he’s already looking at me. This is way to good to be true. But the bell rings, and i gather up my books, because laptops for me is forbidden, and quickly head out. But, Greg, a guy from time to time that likes to push me around, bumps into me and i knock my books to the ground. I drop down to grab them, but he kicks them across and i stop, sighing. Fuck. I wish i could just not follow the agents rules. “Hey! Get the f**k away from him!” Damien shoves him off and i scatter to my things, gathering them in my arms. “Are you okay?” He asks when i stand up. I nod. “thank you.” “Does he always do that?” “It’s fine. I’m use to it. First it was Florida and now here.” “Florida? Are you from there?” Fuck. I shake my head quickly and turn the other way, going to my last class of the day. I said to much, of course, i knew i would. I’m not supposed to ever mention Florida. I’m not even supposed to mention any life before New York. Even if i was in Witness protection during that time. I left everything behind in Miami. Friends, boyfriend, my real hair color. Now I’m the new weirdo kid who only talks to his sister. Some people think I’m from Alabama. The Russian Mob is after my dad, and there’s a high chance we would have to leave for good, leaving a trail of evidence of us, wouldn’t be good. __ After school, my mom picks me and my sister up. We have enough money from the WPB (Witness Protection Budget) as we call it. They don’t make much because they need low income jobs. My dad the Mechanic and my mom the shop clerk. But, from what I’ve evesdropped on, my father buried and s**t ton of money. Money he wasn’t supposed to have. If only he would’ve kept some, this life wouldn’t suck as much. And i wouldn’t have the same pair of clothes from three years ago. Lucy just steals from my moms closet, so it looks new sometimes. I wonder off from my mom and sister, and go to the men’s section. Looking at bras is not as fun as they make it seem. Jeans are my most needed, and of course they are always more expensive then they should be. In small towns also. “Mm, i think those would look cute on your butt.” I look at Damien, and of course, immediately blush. “You think?” He nods. “The gems would look great too.” “If i get them, they would be ruined. So, no butt for you.” “Take care of them.” “Then i would never wear them.” I walk away and look at the clearance section of jeans. “Why would you never wear them?” “I get pushed around, they make holes. I’m very clumsy too.” “Well then I’ll start punching.” “Why do you care?” I blurt out, wishing i could take it back. He steps back some and frowns. “I-I like you, i thought that was obvious.” “We just met, and i can’t get close to people. I’m sorry. You should just avoid me. It’s best for everyone.” I grab a blue pair of jeans and walk back to my mom. It’s a sad truth. I would love to get close to him. To know him. To kiss him. He’s ridiculously mysterious, but that’s all he can be. The Mysteriously gorgeous man. What’s his secret?