Stalked : chap 1
Jagger was proposing to me! He was kneeling behind the school gym, holding a big ring up for me to take. I couldn’t believe it. Yeah, Christo Donatelli had warned me that this would happen, but Jagger and I had only been going out for a few months, so I hadn’t taken the Padre’s brother seriously.
Jagger’s stunning face started to scrunch up, the look in his eyes telling me he knew I wasn’t going to accept the ring. “Please say yes,” he said.
He pulled the ring back and pushed to his feet. He was wearing his school uniform: tan trousers, a white button-down shirt, a red tie, and a blue blazer. He looked so nice, but he still wasn’t Frano. Even though I found Jagger attractive and liked kissing and talking to him, he just didn’t make my heart pound fast like his cousin did. No, Frano made it soar; just the thought of him warmed me all over.
“Why can’t you marry me?” Jagger said, his voice sounding hurt.
“We’re too young,” not to mention I want your cousin.
“I’ll be seventeen soon, and you’re almost eighteen.”
“It’s still too young, and I’m only your first girlfriend. Don’t you want to go out with more people?”
His face dropped. “No! Why would you say that?”
I looked down at the concrete ground. “Because, I want to...”
“You want to
“I want to break up.”
I looked back up, now even more upset. I didn’t want to hurt him, because he was so nice, but he would feel even worse if he found out I lusted after his cousin.
“Please don’t do this, Sophia,” he said, looking like he was about to cry. “I’m sorry I proposed.” He shoved the ring into his blazer pocket. “I just want to be with you, no pressure.” He took a hold of my hands. “Please don’t break up with me.”
I bit my lip, not knowing what to do now. After my father had found out about Christo Donatelli’s threat, he’d made me promise to break up with Jagger. But with Jagger looking at me like a kicked puppy, I didn’t know whether I could go through with it.
He let go of my hands, the pain in those golden eyes pulling at my heart strings. “You were the only good thing in my life,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Now I have nothing to keep me here.” He picked up his school bag and slung it over his shoulder.
I took a hold of his arm, scared he would do something stupid. “Don’t run away.”
Jagger had mentioned he hated living with his uncle and cousins, and had talked about running away to America or England, or somewhere no one could find him. And worse, he’d said that I was the only reason he stayed with them.