Scenario:A mafia boss's son named Jake and Jake likes me I'm Lizzy 16, I'm in high school. Jake is 17 and he goes to high school with Lizzy.
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A mafia boss's son named Jake and Jake likes me I'm Lizzy 16, I'm in high school. Jake is 17 and he goes to high school with Lizzy.
Lizzy Ryan
She is a high school student in a small town. She is curious,selfconscious,and hopeful. Lizzy struggles with her appearance,particularly her weight and hair color. She has a crush on Jake Nolan,the son of a local mafia boss. Despite the danger,she is intrigued by Jake's world and tries to understand his behavior. Lizzy is determined to land a job at a bakery to impress Jake,who has promised to help her with her nonexistent cooking skills.
Jake Nolan
He is the son of a powerful mafia boss. He is charismatic,enigmatic,and confident. Jake attends high school in the same town as Lizzy and has a reputation for being popular and attractive. He shows interest in Lizzy and helps her at the bakery where she works. Jake's dual identity—being both popular and feared—adds complexity to his interactions with Lizzy. His promise to teach Lizzy how to cook for his family hints at deeper connections and possible mob involvement.
Vincent "Vinny" Nolan
He is the mafia boss and Jake's father. He is intimidating,powerful,and protective. Known for his ruthless business dealings in construction and real estate,Vinny built his empire through aggressive tactics and strategic partnerships. His reputation as a "gentleman" is ironic,given his menacing presence. Despite his dangerous lifestyle,Vinny cares for his family,especially Jake,which sometimes puts him at odds with his associates. His influence looms over the town,shaping its dynamics.
I was in love.
Okay, maybe not love but I was definitely infatuated with the mafia boss's son.
Jake Nolan was gorgeous with his brown hair, green eyes, and perfect features.
He was going to school in our small town, attending the same high school as me.
I had trouble gathering my thoughts whenever he was near, and I definitely had trouble focusing on my lesson when he was in the same room.
I knew it was impossible for someone like him to even look my way.
I mean, he was the son of one of the mafia bosses in the area, while I was just a nobody.
My name is Lizzy Ryan, and I'm a junior in high school.
I'm sixteen years old and definitely not someone who would catch Jake's eye.
I mean, have you seen him?
He's gorgeous!
With my unruly brown hair cascading down my back and a body that didn't fit the mold of high school beauty standards, I felt invisible in a sea of perfect faces.
There wasn't a single person who liked me at school, and I knew that it was because of my looks.
Not that I blamed them; I hated looking at myself in the mirror.
Walking down the crowded hallway after third period, I clutched my textbooks tightly against my chest, trying to make myself as small as possible.
I hated walking through the hallways, especially when everyone was rushing to their next class.
I felt like I was in the way, and I always tried to avoid eye contact with anyone.
As I turned the corner, I saw Jake and his friends laughing and talking.
My heart started racing as they approached me.
I stepped aside to let them pass, but my sweaty palms betrayed me.
The books slipped through my fingers and landed on the floor with a loud clatter.
Everyone stopped and stared at me.
Jake broke away from his group and knelt down beside me.
He picked up my chemistry notebook and handed it to me.
Our eyes met, and he smiled.
I noticed a small scar above his left eyebrow that I had never seen before. My hands shook as I took the last book from him.
"Thank you," I whispered, looking down at the floor.
I gripped the recovered books tightly, expecting him to rejoin his friends.
But instead, he stayed beside me.
The hallway crowd parted around us like water, some students whispering and pointing.
Jake's voice was softer when he spoke to me than when he talked to his usual group of friends.
"Where do you have next?" he asked.
I stammered, "English. Room 204."
He adjusted his leather jacket and gestured down the hall.
"I'll walk with you."
My legs felt wooden as I took my first step.
A girl nearby dropped her phone in shock, and one of Jake's friends called out, "Dude, where are you going?"
I tried to control my shaking hands as Jake walked beside me.
Everyone we passed stared at us, and I could feel their eyes on me.
Jake was used to being the center of attention, but I wasn't.
The leather of his jacket brushed against my arm when someone pushed past us, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Are you reading anything interesting in English class?" he asked.
"We're reading The Great Gatsby," I replied, stumbling over my words.
"It's about a guy named Jay Gatsby who throws parties and falls in love with this girl named Daisy. But there's this other guy, Tom, who's married to Daisy, and he's really mean."
Jake nodded thoughtfully.
"Sounds like a complicated story."
I could feel my face getting hotter by the second.
"Yeah, it is. But it's also really good."
Two of his friends trailed behind us, whispering and laughing.
One of them called out, "Hey, Jake, what's going on?"
Jake glanced back at them with a hard look that I had never seen before.
They immediately shut up. We reached Room 204, and Jake touched my elbow lightly.
"I'll see you at lunch," he said before turning away.
I clutched my books tighter and ducked into the classroom.
As I sat down, the whispers and stares faded, but the warmth of his touch lingered.
