That's the problem with Highschool

Chapter 3: Lunch

The Italian boy stood outside the cafeteria, waiting in the overly long queue for food. Food that was probably not pizza, or anything other then chicken for that matter. Normally though Lovano wouldn't be thinking about food. Normally he wouldn't even give a shit. Normally he would be planning some type of cruel joke to play on the other grades or teachers.

However today had been anything but normal. So to keep his mind off the new Prefect he focused on food.

This plan of his didn't go as well as expected though. Rather it resulted in his meal seeming even worse than usual, not only that, but while he was grumbling to himself about terrible food, he happened to overhear a group of girls gossiping. It wasn't so much the fact that they were girls, or that they were badmouthing people. What mattered was that it was Antonio who they were discussing. And the fact that it seemed they were also comforting another girl.

“That jerk, don't worry though he'll realise what he's missing soon enough. Then he'll be the one crying over you.” The first girl soothed, it seemed to be working till another one spoke up. “No he won't Laura, and you know it. This is Antonio we're talking about. He does this kind of thing for fun.” She snapped, “Elizabeta! It doesn't matter if it's true! Ever heard of a white lie to help someone?” The girl called Laura countered. “Alright, alright. I guess I was a little harsh. I'm just angry at Antonio, thats all. If he hurts you again I'll bash his head in, right Erika? Well that is if your brother doesn't get there first.

Lovano bit his lip to stop himself from cursing. So the goody two shoes prefect, was not only a minor delinquent, with a record of shoplifting, petty theft and the damage of private property, but he was also a player?

Of course he would fall for that kind of guy. Heck, before Antonio Lovano had thought he was straight. He hurried out the cafeteria, determined to get some time to himself before class, though all the way he was muttering about stupid, pretty matrics.

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AN: Sorry about such a short (and late) chapter.