CHAPTER 8:
Something brewing.
Marian

I know I shouldn't be angry with him, but I couldn't help it as they talked and I glared at the back of her head in hopes her hair would catch fire.

Samantha LaRusso.

You know he's mine, right?

I thought it was a myth that my grandmother told me that us Yolona women get very possessive and jealous of what is ours. Of course Miguel is his own person, but being in a committed relationship meant that he was no longer a free trial for other girls.

The entire school was talking about us, so surely she knows.

You deserve those rumors.

Maybe you did get on your knees for him with how you're staring at him.

And smiling.

And he's smiling back-

The tension got thick when my pencil snapped, and several heads turned to see the broken pencil in my hand and I quickly grabbed another from my bag.

"Are you okay?" Miguel asked quietly.

"Y-yeah, just a weak pencil," I excused, tossing a sneer towards Sam when she glanced at me and I went back to filling in while my partner continued dissecting.

Probably for the best that I don't have that scalpel.

But, I started to overthink. Sam is a normal girl, with a nice lifestyle and no overwhelming money, and. . .he'd probably be able to do things with her that I'd be scared to do.

I snapped out of it when the bell rang and I quickly wrote my name on the paper before turning it in, and rushing out of class.

"Hey, Mari, hey, slow down," Miguel caught up to me, and noticed my panic.

"What's wrong?"

"Can. . .can you-nevermind, I don't want to cause trouble."

"Hey," He grabbed my pinky, "if there's something wrong, let me know. I want to be there for you, like a good boyfriend should."

Boyfriend.

My boyfriend.

"Just the way Sam was looking at you, and smiling, I knew she was flirting. And then you smiled, and then I thought how you could do things with her that you can't with me, and I got possessive even though I shouldn't. I. . .I just got upset."

"And that's okay, but I want you to tell me when you're upset, okay? If you don't want me to talk to Sam, I won't talk to Sam," That surprised me.

"Really?"

"Of course. Well, except for the project, I think I still have to talk to her for that, but no communication otherwise. And. . .you got possessive of me?" He asked with a cheeky smile.

"Us Yolona are possessive of what's ours," I shrugged with a smirk.

"Then I'm always yours," He smirked, his voice lower and it caused shivers down my spine when I realized that everyone could see. He is mine, and I am his.

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"He sounds like such a lovely young man, Mari," Mother smiled as we ate our dinner, making sure to thank Jean for the lamb and he looked surprised.

"And you haven't bought him anything?"

"He's not one for material things, mother," I explained.

"Already better than your father," She commented, and it may have been a small thing to her but it made me want to remember what he looked like.

"What did you do to the pictures that involved dad?" I questioned, and it visibly affected her.

Please don't change the subject.

"I burned them. He chose not to stay, he chose a different woman, a different child-"

"What?" I dropped my fork.

"Why don't you go upstair-?"

"I have a sibling? And you never told me?" She's kept a lot of things about my father from me, and I've been thankful up until now, but a sibling? Someone else who shares the same DNA, half of it?

Half of our father?

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that-?! I have a brother or a sister and you didn't think I'd want to know?!" I burst out, getting up.

"I have a right!"

"And I have a right as your mother to keep you away from him! Especially a bastard child!"

"A bastard?! Then what does that make me? Because you two weren't married. . .do I look like him?" And that was enough for her.

"Go to your room. This conversation is over," She hissed, rushing out of the dining room and I decided in that moment that I would find out who my father and sibling was.

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WHO'S THE DADDY? She does have some of her dads attitude and attributes, literally went through many actresses to find similarities and their eyes are identical. But don't keep it to just in Reseda, he could be somewhere else.