Issues

13

"Actually the first thing she taught me to cook was pasta." He chuckles. "It use to be my favourite growing up." He says.

"It was just the way my mama made it, which made me love it even more." Lorenzo grabs a big pot and starts to pour in water, he turns on the stove and places the pot onto it. And opens the big jar of pasta and pours it in.

"If you don't mind me asking. How did your parents pass away?" I ask him, still super unsure, if I should have.

"I don't mind. They died in a hit and run." He says to me, "I was 13" he mutters.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Lorenzo." I mumble.

"Hey, it's nothing. Honestly it doesn't really hurt anymore." He says back. The pasta itself was done.

Lorenzo drains the water and puts the pot back onto the stove, he opens his pasta sauce and pours it in.

"I was raised by my uncle. My mom's brother. We all were, actually." He says to me, turning back to face me. "My parents loved each other so much. Thinking that they died together gives me a little peace, I guess." He mumbles.

"So I assume it was a love marriage." I smile.

"No, it wasn't." He chuckles. My smile drops instantly,

"Actually love marriages in both families were not acceptable. So my father came up with a plan, to fake an arrange marriage. I don't remember how he did so, but I remember my mother telling me and my siblings every time one of us would ask." He tells me.

"Have you ever fell in love?" I ask.

"You seem very interested in the idea of love." He says.

"You're right, I've never experienced nor have I seen it so I'm guessing, just curious," I tell him.

"That's hard to believe." He says.

"What is?" I question.

"You and love." He says.

"Yeah, I've never had a boyfriend." I tell him.

His eyes widen a little. "I don't buy that." He says.

"Why not?" I question him.

"You're gorgeous. I assume you at least had one boyfriend." He tells me.

My face glows pink a little.

"Thanks for the compliment Mr. Romano" I tease.

"Why are you not interested in college?" Lorenzo asks me,

which I'm guessing to switch up the conversation. "I can't go to college." I say.

"And why not?" He questions.

"Because- well I already told you." I tell him.

"You don't think I actually bought that." He raises an eyebrow. I roll my eyes,

"I can't go to college because I went to... Rosewood boarding school." I tell him as I fiddle with my ring.

"What's that?" He asks me.

"It's a school for... so-called 'bad kids'." I say to him,

"What did you do?" He asks me.

"I did nothing, I was- I mean you can say I got into the wrong crowd." I lie out.

"Hmm," he hums.

"When did-"

"I was 13" I cut him off. "The only reason why they let me go was because my parents placed me there, and since I turned 18 legally they couldn't keep me there." I tell him.