Ghost

8

It's almost the end of the second period and Matteo still hasn't arrived yet. Those italians do love taking their fucking time. As the bell rings, I get up and walk to Spanish class, kind of on edge. Hey chill... he might not recognize you- but his father might have told him that I'm here and-.
Breathe... just breathe. 

I take my seat in front of my brothers, who are all seated in the back row. The teacher walks in and starts the lesson and a few minutes later some one walks through the door. He's here. 

"Ah you must be the new student," Señora Lopez says, shaking his hand, "Please introduce yourself." 

He turns to the class and as he locks eyes with me, he grins "Hola. My name is Matteo Corleone and I moved here from Italy a few weeks ago." Damn! His italian accent is so... wow. I am literally rolling my eyes right now. 

"It's lovely to have you in our class Matteo. Please take a seat." She gestures to an empty seat in the front row, but one look at it and he turns right around. "Señora Lopez, would you be so kind and let me sit next to Avery," my brothers snap their heads towards him at the mention of my name. "She's an old friend of mine." Dude, what the fuck? Old friend my ass! 

Señora Lopez smiles, "If it makes you more comfortable, William would you please come sit in the front?" I see how my nice and funny desk mate leaves and in his place he sits down. 

I ignore him and face the front as he leans towards my ear and whispers, "You looked different last night..." 

I ignore him and keep my focus on the lesson. 

 Obviously the longest he can stay silent doesn't even reach 5 seconds 'cause he talks again, "You know, my father told me about you-" 

I interrupt, "You know your fathers a dick right?" My brothers snicker behind me. 

I clench my fists and whisper, "Your daddy should really learn to keep his mouth shut, or some one will do it for him." my voice turns low towards the end and I glare at Matteo whilst Noah and Thomas snicker in amusement and the others smirk. 

Thankfully the bell rings and I dash out of there heading to the bathroom. I suddenly feel the urge to throw up... 
And that's exactly what I did. 

People say you should feel better after you've thrown up. 'Cause that's when all the toxins have left your body and your insides don't have to fight against them anymore. 

But... I don't feel better. I just feel worse and I think it could be, because I don't have toxins in my body or better yet I barely have anything in my stomach most of the time. And since I don't have anything bad to let out, the good stuff leaves, like my stomach acid... it should be useful for something. 

The bathroom door opens as I wash my hands and for some reason, the person who walked in is not of the female specimen. 

"What are you doing here? It's the girls bathroom weirdo." 

"I know, I know," he chuckles, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, "I did't know the way to the cafeteria." 

"Seriously Matteo?" I raise my eyebrow, "You couldn't follow the other hundred students clearly on their way to the cafeteria? You know there is this thing called a brain... you should try to use it sometime." 

I walk out of the bathroom and he follows behind me. "Hey, are you OK?" he asks, "You look kinda pale. Like you're sick or something." 

"I'm fine." I say, smiling my usual smile. If by fine you mean throwing your guts up then... yeah.