That's the problem with Highschool

Chapter 2: Free Period

Lovano stormed out the classroom door, it had been a triple maths period today, and his next was a free. Still that didn't make him feel any less annoyed at the teacher. Sure he hadn't finished half the assignment, but it wasn't his fault the new prefect was such a pretty boy...

Wait.

Lovano's scowl deepened at his own thoughts. Though it wasn't like they'd come out of nowhere, Antonio was rather attractive. Still, Lovano refused to admit it to himself, after all he'd only seen him once, he was two grades beneath Antonio and lastly the matric probably hated him. All the prior prefects had.

With nothing better to do, and an hour of nothing before tea the Italian student made his way down to the courtyard. A few other students, mostly ninth graders, hung around in a few groups, most likely doing a project of some kind.

Lovano made his way over to a bench under the tree at the edge of the courtyard and sat down, pulling out his phone. Sure it was against the school rules to have it out during class hours, but it wasn't like he was going to get punished, and even if they tried, he just wouldn't show. The brunette didn't bother checking his messages, after all the only one to message the loner was his happy go lucky brother, and that was only when he wanted something. Like for Lovano to go buy yet another packet of pasta.

Rather he logged straight on to the internet, opening the search engine he entered a single name.

“Antonio Fernández Carriedo” A voice read.

Lovano could practically feel the smirk on the speakers face, even without looking up he figured who it was. Despite being confronted by the very same person he'd just been 'researching' Lovano still didn't look up. The main reason for that was the faint red that now painted his cheeks.

“So you're stalking me? And right after we met?” Antonio said, practically laughing. “How'd you even know, and for that matter, spell, my full name?” He asked, trying to get some kind of response from the younger boy.

“Uuh.” Was Lovano's only response. The Spaniard shrugged, “If you don't want to tell me that’s fine as well.” He paused. “But if you really wanted to know about me you could have just asked.” He said, still grinning. “I don't.” The brunette muttered.

“Then why were you searching for me?” Antonio countered.

There was a long pause, then Lovano stood and began walking off. “Because now I know that all that 'nice' is only an act.” He said, pocketing his phone.

Antonio raised an eyebrow. He was about to respond, but the younger student was already headed down corridor.

Antonio considered following, but the bell decided for him, he had class now. And after memorising Lovano's timetable he knew that none of their other periods would overlap.