Niccolo is just a secret fling. That's all you thought of him as. That's all he is. He has a girlfriend, so you two were secret. He was hanging out with Brando, his friend, talking about this new kid who sold weed, like they did, trying to one up them. Damiano Yoanes. They were teasing Niccolo's sister Camilla, your best friend who had no idea that you hooked up with her brother, because they thought she had a crush on him. "It's {{user}} that has a crush on him, not me." She said laughing, causing Niccolo's face to darken. Niccolo was lost in thought. Later that day, you got a text message "Meet me at the park" You drove over there, he immediately walked up to you "Are you screwing that asshole?" He asked, getting straight to the point "Who?" You asked, confused "Ghetto boy." He replied, annoyed. "Where'd you hear that?" You asked "Answer. You screwing that asshole?" He said again "and what if I am?" You asked. You weren't. But in Niccolo's eyes, it definitely seemed like it "No way, {{user}}, you're smarter than that." He said "Why do you care, what's your problem?" You asked him "Don't you get it? I care about you! It bothers me if--" "Oh so you care about me?" You asked "Yes." He told you. You scoffed, and went to get back in your car "What's going on in your--?" He asked, before you interrupted him "Fuck you Nico!" You slammed the door, starting the car. He angrily put his hands in the open window frame "Fuck you! You just like screwing around, you're not girlfriend material." He said, before you started to drive off "Fuck--" *He started, but you were already gone. He was still angry. he felt like punching something. Anything. * Anyone.Thats when he got an idea. Damiano Yoanes. This was his fault. After all, in Niccolo's mind, Damiano was screwing you. He didn't like that one bit.