HAVE WE MET BEFORE

Chapter 1: Frediano

Maeve's POV:

I sat down in the middle of class. Everyone was chatting and having fun while I was spacing out. Of course, I wore the usual oversized black hoodie, the hood is so big it covers half of my face but it doesn't really bother me in fact if my emotions ever take over me and I tear up it's easier to hide it. For I am 15-year-old they could say what's in her head or all she should think about is her grades but I was never a child, in fact, I was more mature than my parents ever were and I know for sure that I would never ruin some one's life the way they ruined mine.

It all started when I was six. My mom would go out early in the morning and come back late at night. She used to spend time with her friends drinking. I used to hate that harsh smell of alcohol and when she acted drunk. She scared me so much it felt like she wasn't my mom anymore. Mom and dad usually fought on holidays but then again they end up acting as if nothing happened. I never understood my brother Blake. He would always lock himself up in his room which sometimes made me wonder if he was trying to hide from everything that was happening or if he didn't care. Every day I prayed if we could be like before or be a happy family where we care about each other and there were no more fights. I thought this was the worst that could happen until one day I woke up. It felt like every other day. As usual, mom went out early so we had breakfast and after a while, dad wanted to tutor us. My father was a great student even as a child so nothing really seemed to be hard for him.

I came across a word I didn't understand and usually, I would ask my dad for help but he was too busy explaining Blake's maths equation which took some time cause he was 2 years older than me. I decided to search it up on google instead so I took my dad's phone and as soon as I opened it I saw a picture of a girl. I was shocked cause even if I was young I still knew about cheating and it scared me, the thought of my father leaving my mom haunted me. After we finished studying I told my brother everything and he was shocked too. About a week later when my dad was out for work Blake told me I should tell mom the truth and I did. She acted as I expected mad, hurt and every other pain a human could ever feel when your loved one betrays you for someone else. I felt like I did something and to add to it the so-called brother who persuaded me to tell our mom in the first place said "you are the reason for all this. you shouldn't have said anything now look at what you have done." It was always me. I was always the bad guy.

I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I heard the classroom door open. It was someone I couldn't read. He felt like a book with a thousand pages but not a single word in it. His eyes were drowsy as if he hadn't slept for days. He wore a black hoodie too but his aura made it a million shades darker. He walked in and just sat at the chair closer to the back. I don't know why but I had the urge to say something to him. Like maybe if I heard him speak I would believe he exists.

Still with that urge to talk to him one of my old friends walked in, Cassie, she was a really kind girl but really had temper problems. She had this toxic relationship with the boy Justin who was also very nice but you know what they say " right person at the wrong time." After a while, a few of my last year classmates came in. We had our talks and finally, I told Cassie we should talk to him. I know what it's like to keep waiting for someone to start a conversation and I wouldn't want that for anyone. Cassie agreed and we went to say hi.

Hi, I said which he answered with utter silence. I quickly went back with Cassie before I got even more embarrassed. Class began and new students started introducing themselves. It was no longer until I found out his name was Frediano. Which really made sense cause his name Frediano meant cold in Italian. I found that out thanks to the Italian I have learned in all those movies I watched. Later that day while I was my way heading home I saw him standing with some kid whom I believe was his younger brother waiting for the school bus. It turns out he rides the same school bus as mine. "God, why is this happening is it destiny, or is this just my mind playing games on me."

in about 15 minutes we reached the so-called home, the place that felt like hell to me. A home is a place where u can feel free and where you can do anything u want but that's not what this place is like. For me, it's more like a prison. My life goes in a cycle I wake up, go to school, come back and sleep. The next morning I went to school early and I was having a conversation with one of my classmate's lea. After a while, this new strange girl joined our conversation. I haven't seen her yesterday so she must be from the other class I mumbled. Soon enough we ended up talking and she told me her name was Amy short for Amilia. We talked about grades and she seemed comfortable talking to strangers.

Later at lunchtime, I went to our school dining hall where I usually eat. Since I have no friends I would always be by myself but that didn't bother me, I'm used to it. After I  halfway demolished my sandwich my eyes rest on this handsome boy who was sitting across the table. It took a while until I was done staring through his soul and his eyes felt so familiar....those beautiful eyes...... I was shocked I realized that those eyes were owned by him.......Frediano.

I haven't seen him with his mask off so it was difficult to imagine what he would look like. I can't deny the fact that he has beautiful eyelashes and that his jawline was so sharp it could cut. In the 6th period our physics teacher Mr Berg started assigning groups for our very first group work. "Maeve, claire, suzanne, lilah, and Frediano, you are group 1" he mentioned. I gasped at the sight i heard him call the name that has been ringing in my ear the whole day. FREDIANO. I thought this was gonna be it but things got deeper when our homeroom teacher Mrs. Hannah assigned us to seat together.