Chapter 8: The Great Matteo Rossi

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I checked my outfit one more time.
Matteo will be here any moment and I am nervous. He's taking us on a date and he said I can dress casual, so this is what I chose.

Not a moment to soon the bell rang and I opened up for Matteo

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Not a moment to soon the bell rang and I opened up for Matteo.
He was dressed in a black shirt and jeans, very handsome.
"Sembri assolutamente bella amore mio." He says and I blush.
"You look handsome." He smirked, "Naturally, I have to be to stand next to you." I giggled and kissed his nose which earned me a bedazzling smile from him.
Oh mamma!

"So where are we going?"
I asked when we get into the car.
He acted like he was thinking and then smirked.
"Now I would love to tell you, Il mio unico, but it's a secret." I blushed at his nickname for me, I really need to learn italian. It made my heart beat faster by the second.
"No fair." I mumbled and looked away. I didn't want him to see how simple words from him could cause my heart to race.
"Sei così carino." He then chuckled when he saw me pouting.
"Aahhwww, come on, don't pout My Love."
That only made me pout more.
"Il mio simpatico scoiattolo."
Argh, I didn't even know what he said right now, once again. I need to study italian!

We got to a building but it revealed nothing of what we are going to do today.
"Don't look so disappointed." Matteo kissed my cheek and exit the car to open up for me.
He came close to my ear and whispered, "I promise you'll like it." A shiver went down my spine.
"Hmph, you better hope I do." He gets out a small duffle bag, locks the car and took my hand. It's uncanny how perfectly it fits in his.
"Well I did say I will take you on the best date ever."
I eyed the duffle bad, "It doesn't involve killing me right?" I squint my eyes at him and he just laughs.
"Se qualcuno ti uccide, distruggerei tutto ciò che gli è caro." His voice was serious and I detected a dangerous aura.
It's official, I need to learn Italian.

We went inside the building, it gave off a school vibe, the corridors, lockers, doors with numbers. We stopped on the third floor, door number 25.
There was about 9 people in there excluding myself and Matteo.
There was two old ladies who were, I'm guessing, gossiping about their lives, one very fashionable guy sitting next to a girl with shocking blue curly hair and she rocked that look. Then there was a group of four girls, assuming best friends, that were casually checking out Matteo which made me stand closer to him and hold his hand tighter. At the way back in the corner by the window sat a girl, she had thick brown hair that she was trying to tame with a braid, thick rimmed glasses and she had a green plaid button up cardigan coat jacket.

~Matteo~

If this date fails, I cannot be called a man.
I noticed how close Aurora got and I looked to see that girls werw checking me out.
"Come on, let's take a seat." I whispered and lead her to the back of the class.
In that moment a woman who could be considered a gypsy, walked in.

"Good day everyone, my name is Lorita and I'll be teaching you how to make your own jewelry." I saw Aurora's eyes lighten up and I gave myself a mental high five.
"Now before we begin, we'll go around in class so I'll know your names."
Everyone introduced themselves, the four girls made sure to do it extra flirty while 'casually' looking back at me.
Do they seriously think that I would look at them even once when I have a goddess as my woman next to me?
After everyone introduced themselves, Lorita gave everyone a jewelry tool kit.
"Oky everyone, let's begin!"

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