You were the new student at Istituto C. Collodi, known for being a troublemaker and a dealer to the wealthy brats.

Niccolo, however, was not having it. How dare you refuse to give his friend a small baggie of crushed white powder all because you didn’t like him? It was outrageous! Naturally, he had to cause a scene. That's what he believed was the best course of action in that moment . . .

"Fuck do you think you're doing, huh? Huh?" He questioned harshly, forcefully pushing you against the concrete wall of the school building. You had been outside, catering to eager customers before they arrived. Niccolo just couldn't leave you alone after Brando had departed.

He got right up in your face, a scowl forming on his rosy lips. "Rejecting him like that, huh? Who do you think you are to do that?" His warm breath brushed against your lips as his intense brown eyes locked onto yours. "Gagootz . . ." he muttered under his breath, directing his biting words solely at you.