ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"six"

because of lorenzo's information, class seemed to extend by what seemed centuries worth of hours.

now her mind was completely off her work and now focused on what lorenzo had shortly said to her, it made every second that passed in the damp classroom even more agonising.

the conclusion of the class was like the first few seconds of a race.

heart racing, blood pumping, the adrenaline is now the dependant variable in the situation.

and all you want to do is win.

except in my case, the winning the race is managing to figure out why lorenzo behaved so obscurely last night.

i packed up my things swiftly, as i now had a sudden rush of panic that drove me to get to lorenzo as soon as i physically could.

but why did i care so much?

for boys like him, this was an occurring mindset, a repetitive pattern of behaviour, like it was wired into them to tease girls like they were brainless baboons, however, the majority of girls fallen victim to these types of boys were extremely aware.

they just didn't know how to escape the situation.

on the contrary, you obviously get the other minority of girls who are unaware that they are being used, and get attached emotionally.

i feel sorry for those types of girls, coming from what used to be one.

anyways!

i found myself outside the classroom now, frantically pivoting my head like a wise owl, monitoring every movement, my eyes following every body i saw.

there he was.

by the hallway lockers, talking to..

drumroll please !

girls.

of course lorenzo berkshire would spend his free time conversing with the female gender.

he was leaning against the lockers, his hair dishevelled, astray strands rested effortlessly against his forehead. the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and like always, his tie never failed to look undone.

he was looking down at the girls, smirking omnipotently as if they were his weak, unmatched subjects, and he were their god.

i began to walk over to him, my body began to pulsate out of nervousness, it began to increase as i approached him closely, my nails digging mercilessly into the cotton strap of my rucksack.

once i'd reached a sensible proximity between him and the circle of girls, i cleared my throat.

for i believe that if i hadn't, i'd be standing there for a long while.

the girls surprisingly seemed to take notice that i was intending to talk to lorenzo alone, and almost in an organised trail, left me and him alone, with a few sour looks given to me along the way, of course.

ms. steal your man, bitch.

except, i'm not sure i actually want him.

after i'm finished speaking with him, you can have him back.

"Valentina." he greeted me, sending me a nod, he was still propped up against the lockers, and was still holding the upper hand when it came to height.

i hate mentioning height, in any situation.

'i'm so small! please rail me!'

absolutely fucking not.